#interview with the vampire imagine

[rebelliousstories]

Elf

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Louis Pointe du Lac

Fandom: Interview With The Vampire

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Slight Angst

Word Count: 2,232

Masterlist: Here

Summary: Claudia wants to partake in the Christmas cheer and dress up for their party. With her dad’s otherwise occupied, she employs the help of the only other woman in the home.

A beautiful blonde head of curls wandered through the luxurious estate she had found herself in. In her hands, an equally gorgeous doll with porcelain skin and rosy cheeks. Their curls nearly matched, and you could not tell where her hair ended and the doll’s began. Her quest to find either one of her papa’s had not returned with any results yet, but she still continued. She looked in each room she could open but felt herself grow more and more frustrated when she still could not find them. Not only could she not find her papa’s, she could not find anyone. No one alive or dead was seen in the entire house.

“Claudia, what are you doing, my dear?” Turning around, the young girl beheld the only other woman in the home. Louis’ lover who had yet to turn had stopped her reading when the young girl wandered into the living room.

“Where are my papa’s?” She inquired, looking around. Claudia shifted on her feet, clearly nervous about being around the human. Louis had specifically instructed her not to even think about feeding from the human, and there would be severe repercussions if he thought she had. Her bloodlust still had yet to calm down thus leading her to not bond closely with the woman.

“Louis and Lestat went out on business. Something about getting provisions for the party in a few evenings. Is there something you needed, dear?” Her tone was so sweet and motherly; it made Claudia rethink her attitude towards the woman. Seeing how nervous the vampire girl was, the human patted the space next to her on the lounge for her to join on. Claudia cautiously walked over to the piece of furniture and sat gingerly down. It was if she thought that if she moved to hard or fast that the human would become frightened of her, or her hunger would surface.

“Now, what is it that you need your papa’s for? Maybe I can help instead?” She offered to the young girl. Claudia fiddled with the dress on her doll as she tried to find the words to talk to her.

“I just wanted to have some help choosing an outfit for the party.” She murmured, keeping her eyes down still. The woman next to her wanted to place her hand on the child, but thought otherwise.

“Well, I may have a few ideas if you want to look through my sketchbook.” Claudia immediately looked up towards the woman, who gazed down at her with love and a hint of mischief in her eyes. The young girl nodded eagerly and followed the woman to her room to retrieve said book. A coffin was seated right next to the large bed that was in the center of the farthest wall; which she knew belonged to Louis. Having never been in this room, Claudia took the time to look around as the older woman looked for her sketchbook.

“Aha! Here we are.” She beckoned Claudia over to her bed, and sat them both down on the plush mattress and blankets. Opening the front cover, Claudia was mesmerized by the vivid colors and intense strokes that defined the outfits that covered the pages. The young vampire flicked through the pages while feeling eyes on her from above but felt no nervousness now. She felt safe, like how she felt with Louis. They sat there for several moments in silence; Claudia flicking through the book and Louis’ lover watching her. They were not half-way through the book when Claudia excitedly pointed to a page with a costume sketched on.

“This one.” She decided. The older woman looked closer at it, and nodded at her choice.

“Excellent design, my dear.”

They agreed to keep the dress a secret from the other two vampires for the time being. Claudia did not have many opportunities to surprise her papa’s, and this was her chance. During the day while the vampires slept, Louis’ lover went over to the fabric shops near their home, gathering everything she needed to complete the request of the girl in time for the party in a few days. It was not going to be easy but it was going to be worth it. She worked in her sewing room where Lestat never ventured except to the door occasionally to complain about a tear in his clothing and beg her to fix it. Claudia would come in quite often to see the progress and even help. She loved being able to pin the border and trims around the edge of her skirts, and took great pride in helping to create her dress. Yet the one face that she had not seen much was the face of her lover, Louis.

He made himself scare in the days leading up to the Christmas party that Lestat insisted on having, and it greatly irked his lover. She got up from sewing a panel of the skirt together to take a break and made it her mission to find him. Walking towards the piano music that had begun to spin up, but was upset when she saw it was only Lestat and Claudia. She turned around and walked through the house stopping in the usual places she could have found her lover. He was not brooding at the dining table, nor was he reading in the living room. However, she did find him staring in contemplation at the fireplace in the library. The warm glow of the flames cast shadows over his face making him seem much older and more angular than he was, but it did not deter her. She walked towards her lover and gently placed her hand on his arm, pulling him from his thoughts. Louis grabbed his lover’s hand and placed a delicate kiss to her knuckles as she walked around to stand in front of him.

“I haven’t seen much of you lately, lover. What troubles you?” She whispered to the man before her. Had he been a human, he would not have caught it, but he did. He thought for a moment, choosing his words carefully, before he spoke.

“What are you and Claudia hiding?” He questioned, locking his eyes onto his lover’s. She giggled, which confused the vampire greatly.

“Oh, my love. You needn’t worry. She just wants to surprise you and Lestat with her dress for the party.” She explained, caressing her hand over her lover’s angular cheek. He nodded and kissed her palm, accepting what she said. However, his mood did not lift. Louis’ lover then placed herself gracefully in his lap, forcing his arms to wrap around her in order to keep her secured in her spot.

“That’s not the only thing plaguing your thoughts. Talk to me, Louis.” She pleaded. One of her hands went to his hair, while the other cradled his jaw. Supernatural eyes met natural ones; all the sorrow of the world rested in them.

“Just thinking about Christmas when I was Claudia’s age.” His lover said nothing and allowed the man to continue with his remembrance.

“When I was young, mother would tell us that elves were all around during the holiday season. That they were watching to see who was naughty and who was nice to report to Santa. It wasn’t until I was a young man before I learned the truth. Santa was not real and neither were his little helpers. I remember being Claudia’s age and going to see the town square that was decorated, believing that there were elves all around.” His eyes became distant as he reflected on his past, and yet the woman perched in his lap remained silent still. Louis closed his eyes and dropped his head onto her chest, and stayed. They remained there for several minutes, although it could have been hours for all they knew. She pressed a kiss to his head, but did not pull away yet.

“They may not have pointed ears, or jingle bells on their shoes, but helpers of Santa exist to help keep the spirit of Christmas. Whether you see them or not.” Her gentle whisper reverberated through Louie’s being. He had long since lost the magic of Christmas, but he supposed that Claudia still believed in all that. Louis nuzzled himself deeper into her chest, and continued to sit there with his lover.

A few days later, the Christmas party was in full swing. Lestat flitted about with the home, fully at peace with entertaining the guests. His charismatic smile stretched across his pale skin, and made his eyes dazzle. The blonde curls fell over his shoulder as he turned his head to look around. He was looking for some thing specific. No, someone specific; Louis and Claudia. Lestat was indifferent to the human that lived with them. He did not mind her presence as a whole, but could not begin to care about her in the slightest if she showed up. Eventually, he found one of the two he was looking for. Louis was nursing a cup of wine and a few grapes as his eyes scanned the room.

“Where is Claudia?” Lestat demanded of the dark haired vampire who sat unbothered. Said vampire popped another grape into his mouth, and then spoke.

“Getting dressed.” His simple reply came, which infuriated Lestat. However, Louis was not paying attention to him. The girl were taking a bit longer than originally planned but it would surely be worth it. Claudia and his love would come out and steal the show. He hoped that is what was going to happen. It made Louis swell with pride when he saw his lover captivate people in any room they were in. Out of all the damned creatures on this pane, she chose him. Him; a flawed, imperfect, sinner of the worst variety. Her; an angel, beautiful, perfect, saint above all else. She chose him.

“Ah, there she is. Look at that gown.” Lestat proclaimed, eyes intently watching his daughter walk down the stairs with Louis’ lover, hand in hand. The vampires’ locked their eyes on to the women that were about to grace the room with their presence. A soft green dress, with minor gold accents, and a touch of an icy blue throughout the designs that were delicately placed all over the dress Claudia was in. Her feet covered by slippers in the same green shade as her dress. Her hair looked freshly washed, while her cheeks looked perfectly rosy. She looked like a beautiful doll.

And while Lestat fawned over Claudia, intent on showing her around immediately, Louis’ eyes stayed on the child before he was rocked to look towards his lover. A darker, forest green draped her figure while the emerald around her neck glittered to life. A small ring of citrine that matched her lover’s eyes rested on her finger, and it took his breath away. Well, it would if he had any. Her heels clicked softly against the hard flooring, and her gloves deafened the sound of the banister she was holding onto. When Louis extended a hand to her, she placed it in his without hesitation. But the did not move from the stairs. He tried to find the words, but nothing seemed to come out.

“That dress. The one Claudia is wearing. Where did you?” Louis could not put into words the emotions he was feeling.

“You know where the design came from, my love.” She replied, staring deep into his eyes that were slowly welling up with tears.

“My daughter.” His voice barely a whisper, so difficult to hear over the sound of the party. But he watched his lover nod her head gently.

“I saw a picture of that dress on her in one of your photos, and felt so inspired by it that I had to draw it. When Claudia wanted a dress last week, she was drawn to that one as well. She couldn’t explain it either, but the design really spoke to her. Are you upset?” She questioned timidly, not wishing to upset the vampire before her. As a few tears fell from his eyes, that he tried desperately to hide, he shook his head.

“No, dearest. I’m glad that her memory can live on, even in something as simple as a dress. I appreciate it.” She smiled at his words and pulled him into a loving embrace.

“They might not have pointed ears, or jingles on their shoes-” her words purposefully trailing off, “but helpers of Santa exist to help keep the spirit of Christmas.” Louis finished in the neck of his lover. He pulled back and placed a single delicate kiss to her lips, before remembering the rules of etiquette they had to abide by, and returned to the party they had nearly abandoned.

Claudia continued to be fawned over, with plenty of people genuinely inquiring about the dress she was wearing. She loved being able to tell her that she helped to make it, and most of it was done by the woman on Louis’ arm. Louis was pleased at how well the girls were finally starting to get along after this whole experience. No one noticed, or at least no one said anything, about the ethereal feeling of the woman on Louis’ arm. No one cared to mention the slight point of her ear that was revealed from her updo.

[luminarai]

things I know will never happen in the show but that I personally think would be very funny

bonus close up of lestat (inspired by yet another måneskin fit)

[62-cents]

love people who are like "lestat should have worked on himself and his issues before getting with louis the first time" bc 1) correct they both needed work and 2) where exactly is a 18th century born male vampire going to therapy?? FREUD?????

[machonnes]

Interview with the Vampire (2022-) ↳ louis' eyeliner

[gnossienne]

Interview with the Vampire (1994), dir. Neil Jordan

[hermit-frog]

could you imagine the chaos if Dan’s dream went like this 😂

[mischievous-thunder]

[violinsandblood]

jacob anderson giving crowley vibes:

[acesstark]

IWTV character as random posts and tweets I’ve been collecting, part two

[charleslovemustdie]

I will think on those moments every night for as long as I go on, and of the chasm that opened under me, the plunge into mortal death that was nearly mine. Claudia gave me that.

Interview With The Vampire 1x04, 1x07 // The Vampire Lestat (epilogue)

[fucklestat]

Sam Reid, Interview with the Vampire: Behind the Scenes

[rebelliousstories]

Family

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Louis Pointe du Lac x Reader, Lestat de Lioncourt x Reader

Fandom: Interview With The Vampire

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Light Angst

Word Count: 910

Masterlist: Here

Summary: Claudia has requested that everyone get along for one night. Hopefully, they can make her Christmas wish come true.

Every Christmas, Claudia was given any and every present she desired. New dresses, dolls, fabulous art; you name it she had it. And since being gifted a mother figure, she only had one wish for Christmas. Well, one main wish. She wanted everyone to play night and have a family night in for Christmas. Her two papas and mama bickered constantly. Louis tended to isolate himself from the other two, but she never went without love from them.

Oh, they would pretend in front of her, but she knew that they would argue when she retreated into her coffin for the evening. They would try to keep their voices down in the beginning but inevitably, they would start shouting at some point. One night, Claudia hit her breaking point. Her papas and mama had been arguing for hours. The sun had almost risen, and they still were not done. Crawling out of her bed, she held her doll tight as she made her way to the living room where the adults stood.

“All he is asking is that you don’t bring Claudia along with you to hunt all the time, Les. Please, she’s an impressionable young lady and it’s Christmas. Will you please calm down for an evening?” Her mama pleaded, grasping Lestat’s hands in hers. He tugged them away sharply.

“Well, I think she should be going out. Experiencing life as a creature of the night. Why shouldn’t we when it’s Christmas? It’s not like god has forsaken us or anything.” He lamented, as dramatic as ever. Louis remained silent, which gave the young girl the perfect time to slip in.

“Will you all stop fighting?” Claudia demanded, standing firm in her place.

“Claudia, what are you doing up?” Louis finally spoke after a moment, coming to scoop her up. She let her papa hold her to his chest, while she continued to speak.

“I couldn’t sleep because of the arguing. It’s not right for you all to be this unhappy at Christmas.” She cried, tucking her face into Louis’ shoulder.

“Oh dear,” her mama came near, “we’re not unhappy. Just sometimes adults sound that way when they are passionate about something.” Stroking her daughter’s head, Claudia’s eyes became wide and filled with tears as she looked around.

“Will you please get along for one night? No arguments or anything. Just one night, please?” Her tears flowed down her face, and even Lestat seemed moved by the display. No one said anything as they looked at each other.

“Let’s get you to bed, little one.” Mama and Louis walked with her still in his grasp to her coffin. They laid her down, and with a final goodnight kiss to her perfectly curled head, the lid was shut. Walking out of the room, the couple stopped for a moment and stood in silence as they took in the gravity of Claudia’s words.

“Have you finally decided to join me once more, or am I too much trouble for you?” Lestat growled as they re-entered the room. She made her way across the floor, skirts flowing behind her to hold the blonde vampire.

“Les, we only want what is best for Claudia. But you heard her tonight. All out arguing is doing her no favors. Let’s just try to be more understanding for the season?” He stopped, and just stood there with an indignant expression on his face. Looking over, Louis seemed to straighten up under his gaze, with hopeful green eyes. Lestat held out a hand to his other lover, and brought him into the mix. Everyone was holding each other and standing still in the moment.

“I suppose we can put the debate on the back burner for now. I’d like to spend the night surrounded by my people, if that’s alright.” His tone was teasing,but the other two vampires were content to being there with him. It was a tight fit, but they made all three of the sleeping in the same coffin together work.

They spent the evening together, loving the ability to get back to how they used to be as younger vampires. Kisses were shared, as well as words of love that seemed to envelope the vampires in the coffin. No one called attention to the fact that this was the most Louis had spoken to Lestat in months.

The next evening, after the sun had fallen and the moon had replaced it, everyone began to stir from their resting places. However, Claudia noticed she heard no voices. No one was talking, or arguing, or shouting. It was silent. Tentatively, she opened the lid of her coffin and went to check the others. Louis’ was empty, as was her mama’s. Maybe they had taken off to go do some shopping before the shops closed for the evening.

But her ears caught something, that her eyes found next. Lestat’s larger coffin was emitting noise and was slightly cracked open. Tip toeing over, Claudia peaked her eyes in and found a sweet scene. Her two papas were wrapped around her mama in a sleepy embrace. No one had quite made the effort to get up, but all of their eyes were still closed. She smiled as she beheld them, happy to see them get along for once. Closing the lid back to where it was cracked, Claudia went back to her own coffin and figured she could use some more rest on this cold winter’s night.

[lonesomedreamer]

LEONARD NIMOY as Lestat de Lioncourt

Paramount acquired the film rights to Anne Rice’s debut novel Interview with the Vampire in 1976. Leonard Nimoy was lobbying to be cast as the story’s charismatic antagonist, Lestat, by the following year. He told the New York Times that he “could create interest” in the film and that “I want that role. I am right for that vampire.” Nimoy went on to star in a Paramount production shortly afterwards when he brought his iconic character Spock back to the screen in Star Trek: The Motion Picture (1979). An Interview with the Vampire adaptation, meanwhile, wouldn’t arrive in theatres until 1994. (source)

[zombie-bait]

This is exactly the man I picture when I think of the phrase "old man yaoi"

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine watching Lestat teaching your daughter French.

“Ma mere,” Lestat said, holding your little girl in his arms, her cheeks a rosy pink, little lips delicately moving to try to form the syllables. What came out only slightly resembled the words that Lestat said. “- est tres belle.” In his voice, the french words sounded magnificent, so lyrical and sweet that it took you a second to translate it in your head, so attracted were you to the tone. He was calling you beautiful. He was teaching your daughter to call you beautiful. “Mon pere,” You said, attempting to teach your little one the language as well, though you did not know it very well. You were learning along with her. “- est amusant.” The noises that came out of your daughter’s mouths were still more on the gurgly, babbling side but she at least could say mere and pere, the two coming out in repetition. Her little hands, so perfect and tiny, were clapping as Lestat let out an amused chuckle, his eyes settling on you. “Tres belle,” He repeated, as your eyes looked upon him with so much love and adoration - which proved to him further that true love never dies, even if the lovers do.

Requested by: Anonymous

[hermit-frog]

«“Daniel, you are a gift to me from Louis,” Armand had said tenderly. “What would I do without you? You misunderstand everything.”»