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“So he’s holding a grudge a little longer than usual,” Louis says. “He’ll be there on the first day.” Charming all the new corps, he thinks bitterly; deciding whose legs he will have wrapped around his waist by the end of the week’s practice, if not before.“Not this time,” Armand says, and Louis suddenly recognises the look on his face. It’s the subdued panic of a man who is attempting to stem the flow of water through a cracked vessel with only his hands, incapable of patching it before every last drop escapes through his fingers. The same look, in fact, that he had given Louis when he’d thrown a duffel bag at Armand’s feet and told him he had fifteen minutes to grab his shit and get out. “Lestat doesn’t intend to quit the company. He intends to quit ballet.”
In the grey stupor of London, Louis is preparing the Azalea Gallery's forthcoming exhibition and worrying about Claudia. He doesn't plan to add wrangling Lestat, principal dancer of the Royal Ballet and his kind-of-ex-husband, into the mix – until Armand comes knocking, and makes him an offer he can't refuse.
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28 Oct 2025
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Louis froze, stopped scrolling. Hovering his thumb a scant few millimeters over the phone. Feeling what he saw beaming out from the screen like a kick to the belly. His mouth tilting open and his pulse picking up all at once. He felt the tingle of it all the way down in his bones. It was—
A suggested reel. The account: thevampirelestat. The caption: Introducing The Vampire Lestat. You loved to loathe him in Daniel Molloy’s best selling page-turner Interview with the Vampire. Now get ready to…
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25 Jan 2026
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"Lestat?"
"Louis," Lestat sighs, so relieved to see him looking unharmed that he forgets everything else. "Hello. You did not call, so I…"
"Oh. Yeah, sorry, I was…busy."
Lestat tilts his head and studies him through the screen. Is that a faint blush he sees on Louis' temples, or a trick of the low, warm light of the unfamiliar room – bedroom? – he's calling from? "Business?"
Louis laughs. "Not exactly."
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Takes place a few weeks before the events of the February 25th teaser.
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11 Mar 2026
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His hair falls across his face as he makes a slow, half-hearted attempt to sit up. He can smell it now—a rich, heady scent that intoxicates his every sense. It smells of amber, of caramel, of butter melting on his skin. It smells of gooseberries, peonies, and sweet Lambrusco.
It smells like Louis.
It is this realization that frees him from his own complacency, and Lestat feels it then—the sound of his own heart stopping to mimic that of another, the one beating confidently and freely at his side. His body is wrapped in a thick woolen blanket; beneath it slips the silk of a pajama that does not belong to him. He lies on pillows, feeling his feet dangle off the edge of a—couch?
“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” that voice, frankly far too amused, reaches him from the opposite couch, across a hideous slate coffee table.
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Lestat collapses from an overdose during one of his concerts. Louis decides it's time to get him clean, whether he likes it or not.Bookmarked by michaelzangelo
04 May 2026
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the forbidden sacredness of the taste of summertime fruit by rosetoile
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
12 Jun 2026
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He is a young thing, ethereal in its immaturity, milky white in complexion and clothing alike, silk and linen draping over his shoulders, a golden blanket of curls like the sacred halo of a saint framing his face, a braid cascading down his back.
His eyes hold the color of all the seas that lie unexplored to Louis.
“Madame,” the hoarse depth of his voice is almost comical, contrasting with the unreal delicacy of his features, the ephemeral nature of his being. The boy bends down to kiss the back of his mother’s hand, but she seems disgusted by the mere touch. “Forgive my late arrival, you have such a beautiful home, it would have been a shame not to stop and look at it.”OR
How a closeted Louis De Pointe Du Lac desperately wants to sleep with her niece's boyfriend
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11 May 2026