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  1. Public Bookmark 29

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    He never told Lestat Happy Father’s Day.

    And not, like, he just forgot to tell him this morning.

    He never told him.

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    14 Jul 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 47

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    Lestat is the new assistant priest at St. Augustine's. He and Louis meet on a fine Tuesday morning in the Fall of 1910.

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    12 Jul 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 38

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    “Thank you,” Louis says, voice all but a whisper. “For coming today.”

    Lestat leans against the wall, dizzy. His heart hurts just as badly as his head does, and all these human feelings are overwhelming—

    Claudia laughs bitterly at them, shaking her head disapprovingly. “Still the same fucking shit,” she mumbles as she sits down on the couch, crossing her legs, watching them.

    Lestat shakes his head. Tries to clear his thoughts. Tries to ignore it.

    “You called,” he finally answers. Simple. Uncomplicated. You called, I came.

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    Fix-it fic after the events of 3x05.

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    12 Jul 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 85

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    It was cold in the desert after the sun went down. But some nights, Louis woke just early enough to feel the heat of the day still bleeding from the sand under his bare feet. Evening primrose bursting yellow under moonlight in the flower boxes that lined half the perimeter of their trailer. Fang marks ever-healing on the line of his neck, the tender flesh of his inner thighs. They’d been living for months out in the Nevada wilderness all alone, and all they seemed to do was fuck and eat and fight and tend the flowers.

    Louis turned his face to the moonlight, shut his eyes, breathed the lingering daylight warmth inside him, let it fill his lungs to near-bursting. He sensed Lestat at his back before they were touching, the thump of his heart the ever-present song of the desert. The sand, the moonlight, the flowers, and him.

    Or: The one where Louis and Lestat run away to the desert together.

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    12 Jul 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 43

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    Louis' thumb gently drags across his bottom lip as he tries to focus on the page in front of him.

    His eyes coast across the printed out text but none of it registers. The words fly past him, fluttering somewhere in the back of his mind as if they've just sprouted wings. Lestat is sitting on the bottom of Louis' bed, his back leaning against the wall.

    Louis has read the same sentence twelve times now.

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    Lestat seems like a good rider.

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    09 Jul 2026