#loumandmicroficevent

the loumand microfic event last year was so fun and there was way more participation than i could've ever hoped for, so here's part 2! it's slightly different this time around but the general rules and idea is the same: to provide inspiration for people to create something.

the event is being held by @loumandivorce again, and will be occuring alongside the s3 episodes, which means it will be running for seven weeks. a weekly prompt will drop every sunday. the word count will be gradually increasing every week as a way for people to stretch their wings a little bit. the prompts can be found here.

week one: june 7, 100 words

week two: june 14, 200 words

week three: june 21, 300 words

week four: june 28, 400 words

week five: july 5, 500 words

week six: july 12, 600 words

week seven: july 19, 700 words

rules:

the word counts are more fun suggestions than anything, so don't be worried about going over or under!

there are no deadlines for this event, so you can write for whatever prompt you want even after the week is up

the prompts are pre-planned and won't be related to the episode (except coincidentally). the fics don't have to correspond to the events of the episode of the week at all, but they can if you want

fics do not have to take place during a specific time, they can be anywhere before, during, or after the show

if you post your fics on tumblr, please use the #loumandmicroficevent26 tag and @ this blog! submissions will be reblogged onto this account

please provide which prompt you're answering somewhere on your post, as it allows me to keep this blog organized with a tagging system

louis/armand from the show is the main focus of the event, but including other background pairings with louis or armand is fine considering the nature of the show. however, loumand should be the main focus

aus are accepted and so is jacob/assad rpf (the one exception to the previous rule because we need to get those numbers up)

please be mindful of how you portray certain topics. race, abuse, sexual assault, and other heavy subject matter are core to the show and should be shown respectfully

these prompts are meant to serve as inspiration, and other kinds of mediums are accepted, such as art, edits, webweaves, etc.

if you do end up posting on ao3, i'd love if you could post the link on tumblr and tag this account so i can reblog and boost it

askbox is open for questions/comment/concerns/clarifications

Written for day one of the Loumand Microfic Week Event @loumandmicrofic for the prompt "modern/ancient"

Can also be read on AO3

To cloister themselves away from humans, Armand and the coven used to seethe deep under the graveyards of Paris, buried under dirt. In this shining new millennium, Louis and Armand hide themselves in glimmering tall towers. There is an undeniable luxury to the modern capitalist vampire, Armand will admit.

Sleek steel and glass and concrete. Simplicity. Louis, moving gracefully through the new penthouse in his thousand glowing facets, makes for an astonishing centerpiece. Comfort is what Armand promises him – luxuries spilling out from every air-conditioned corner. They dress in expensive, dark, and loose clothes. Sit lonely besides each other on leather couches. 

Rembrandt van Rijn  Dutch, 1606–1669  The Storm on the Sea of Galilee (1633)  Oil on canvas

Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum.

Evening of Saturday, 17 March 1990. 

Armand finds Louis stood in front of the painting, glass of red wine in hand. Distant voices from the exclusive donors’ reception floated towards them from another wing of the gallery, laughter softened by shared intimacy. 

Armand says nothing. 

Without looking away from the painting, Louis begins: 

“A day came when he and his disciples embarked on a boat. ‘Let us cross to the other side of the lake’, he said to them; and they began their voyage.”

“While they were sailing, he fell asleep. And now a storm of wind came down upon the lake, and they began to ship water perilously.”

“They came and roused him, crying, ‘Master, master, we are sinking’. And he rose up, and checked both wind and wave, and there was calm.”

“Then he said to them, ‘Where is your faith?’ And they were full of awe and astonishment, saying to one another, ‘Why, who is this, who gives his command to wind and water, and is obeyed?’”

“Luke 9:22-25,” Armand offers. 

For the @loumandmicrofic event! TW for the barest suggestion of CNC.

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“No,” Louis says. Armand’s mouth is on his ankle; he smiles. He eases his teeth against the bone but not the pebbles, and he never bites but when the needle tips of his fangs scrape the surface of the skin, Louis will feel the press of his cool tongue after.

aug 11 — recognition/misunderstanding

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Read on ao3

Chapter Text

"Why are you wearing my scarf?"

Armand stiffened, then relaxed.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean, love. I do run quite a successful theatre, you know. I have plenty money to buy my own scarves." He gave the scarf in question a playfully haughty flip over his shoulder.

In truth, it absolutely was Louis' scarf. In Armand's defense, though, it was quite warm, and soft, and it smelled like his beloved, and if Armand had played his cards right, stealing it would provoke—ah, yes.

He smiled to himself as he felt Louis catch hold of the tasseled end of the scarf, pulling it taut against his throat.

"I said, why are you wearing my scarf, Arun?"

day 1: modern/ancient

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