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  1. Public Bookmark 67

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    Lestat’s hair was as enticing as honey. Golden, mouth watering, the kind of thing Louis could easily see himself gripping between his fingers - slurp up, greedier than the countless times the sugar powder of a beignet had melted between them. In his mind, Lestat would be even sweeter.

    Bein?” Lestat asked.

    His mouth curled up into that enticing smile, and his arms remained extended wide as he looked at him through the mirror in front. Louis sat behind on a firm chair, crossed his legs in an effort to remain nonchalant. He was. He was nonchalant.

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    Louis takes Lestat out to purchase new clothes during his first week in New Orleans, he really likes what he sees.

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    01 Sep 2024

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    Lestat used to seem to drink life itself, to hold so much of it inside of him. He used to feel like putting your bare hand on a furnace and feeling the ferocious roar of fire inside. Heat and motion, his Lestat.

    Or: Louis takes care of Lestat, then Lestat takes care of him.

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    21 Aug 2024

  3. Public Bookmark 92

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    “Been waiting the whole night for this,” Louis admits, voice tight with pleasure. “Couldn’t think of anything else.”

    “Do you often think about corrupting young priests?”

    Or: Straight up blasphemous church sex. That's it.

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    09 Aug 2024

  4. Public Bookmark 53

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    “Alright?” Sam asked in that quiet voice that was neither his true accent nor Lestat’s French timber, like a coin caught on its side, unsure where to fall.

    Jacob only nodded, still blinking tears from his eyes. His coin had fallen quite resolutely on the side of Louis. He knew not to speak, for only an American accent would fall from his tongue and give him away.

    Sam, of course, knew anyway. He slid his hands up Jacob’s back and neck to gently cup his face, slipping his thumbs across damp cheeks to catch the excess moisture still leaking from his eyes. Jacob could do nothing except grip his wrists, holding his steady warm palms to his skin, and tipping his head forward a few inches until his forehead came to rest against Sam’s.

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    Okay FINE I’ll write the character bleed Jam Reiderson fic

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    05 Aug 2024

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    “So you still wanna fuck him,” Daniel said. “Why are you telling me? Just go for it.”

    “I don’t want to fuck him,” Louis said.

    “Right, I forgot. You don’t wanna fuck him, you wanna date him – you wanna make sweet tender love to him, and renew your vampiric vows. Maybe this time around, you can be the one putting your fist through some poor priest’s head.”

    Lestat discovers the wonders of the internet. Louis discovers that, eighty years later, he's still just as normal about Lestat as he has ever been.

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    01 Aug 2024