Even post-Prince Lestat, nothing will convince me otherwise that Daniel and Lestat are the OTP that never was and hasn’t been given the chance it should have and we were so cruelly teased with the possibility of in QOTD.
[This is a ficlet thing requested by i-want-my-iwtv based on my post here. It got a little longer than I expected. It’s Daniel and Armand fighting over giving him the blood. It’s about 1,200 words.]
By my thirtieth birthday, Night Island had started to feel more like a tomb than a palace. Thirty isn’t old, but you have to remember, I was living with a vampire who didn’t age. He’d died at seventeen and could pass, maybe, for twenty-three on a good night when he was dressed in sharp clothes and cut his hair short.
And yet I was spending more time in front of the mirror, plucking tiny gray hairs from my head. I was losing my stamina: staying up all night started to cost me in ways Armand could never have understood. My body ached in strange places. Recovery from whirlwind travel or a massive drunk took longer and longer. Tiny lines etched themselves across my face. The gap between our appearances widened.
There is a reason that most fanfiction authors, specifically girls, start with a Mary Sue. It’s because girls are taught that they are never enough. You can’t be too loud, too quiet, too smart, too stupid. You can’t ask too many questions or know too many answers. No one is flocking to you for advice. Then something wonderful happens. The girl who was told she’s stupid finds out that she can be a better wizard than Albus Dumbledore. And that is something very important. Terrible at sports? You’re a warrior who does backflips and Legolas thinks you’re THE BEST. No friends? You get a standing ovation from Han Solo and the entire Rebel Alliance when you crash-land safely on Hoth after blowing up the Super Double Death Star. It’s all about you. Everyone in your favorite universe is TOTALLY ALL ABOUT YOU.
I started writing fanfiction the way most girls did, by re-inventing themselves.
Mary Sues exist because children who are told they’re nothing want to be everything.
He’s popping out of the cake in hopes of giving Lestat a heart attack and then marrying Louis by not actually marrying him just fucking him on the altar instead
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