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A series of vignettes in which Daniel, Louis, Armand, and Lestat contemplate the possibility of becoming a foursome. There are quite a few hurdles that need to be cleared before that can happen.
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The Space Above the Bed by thevampirekiara
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022), The Vampire Lestat (2026)
27 Feb 2026
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A notification on Lestat’s iPad takes him out of his daydream and he scrunches his face in confusion. Louis continues to speak but his voice fades to the background as Lestat can’t believe what he is seeing.
“Louis,” Lestat asks carefully, “did you send me an airline booking confirmation?”
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01 Mar 2026
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The story goes like this:
In 1973, Armand met a beautiful boy and chased him around the world, until the boy finally stopped running and started loving him back.
In 1985, Armand erased all of the boy's memories, and let him go to live a normal human life.
In 2022, Armand was desperate and heartbroken enough to bind them together forever.That's the story... according to Armand, who can't string three words together without sneaking a gaslighting attempt in.
So yeah.
No.Or: Armand tells Daniel the "truth" about their relationship after '73. Daniel calls bullshit.
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15 Feb 2026
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a grip on something warm and living, like a human catalyst by exsanguinate (transjon)
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
19 Apr 2025
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“Honey,” Louis says to him, and then he crouches down, “what have we said about the lamb?”
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14 Feb 2026
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sunday clothes don’t fool me by exsanguinate (transjon)
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
14 Feb 2025
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It slips his mind, sometimes, the investigation of the actual articles of clothing, so used to evaluating broad shapes and textures and colors, the curve of a hip or a bicep, the hint of a clavicle, but there’s something about the chocolate brown fabric, the rolled up legs that makes him stop in his tracks. Beautiful trousers, not closely tailored but flattering right off the rack, a little tight on the thighs, a little loose around the ankles. It gives him a pause, indeed.
“Are those mine?”
Louis pauses with his fingers at the clasp of his watch. “No,” he says, extremely unconvincing.