Loustat
Told myself I wasn’t going to read any loustat fiction…and yet here we are
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"You always had a thing for blondes." Lestat turns around in a daze. Lips, inches away. Accusing green eyes. A dark and unforgiving expression, reminiscent of the one Lestat so often received in New Orleans. Louis' lips skate over Lestat's eternally shaven cheek. His voice is taunting and cruel. "You gon' write her a song then?"
Lestat's stomach lurches. How could Louis think that? Just as he is about to swear no, Baby Jenks cries:
"Yes, yes!"
Her head is tilting back. She is warm and thick, rolling her hips and milking his cock. His vision sparks.
"Bet you are going to come inside of her. Fill her up and spill out onto the floor."
Lestat has an orgy in the elevator to distract him from Louis. Louis haunts him anyway.
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“And what are you in the mood for, Louis?” Lestat could have fallen to his knees and wept. The beauty of Louis, his heat, his heart. What was the hurt Lestat felt compared to that? Nothing, a mere blip. “Aside from litigation and smoking my cigarettes and siphoning money from my merchandise?”
Or: After the meeting with their lawyers, Louis finds Lestat outside.
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as long as you don't leave me (on read) by rosetoile
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
29 Apr 2026
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Between the reunion and the book publication Lestat learns to navigate the new century, and all its modern innovations. Louis is there to help.
Or well, 12,877 km away.
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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. -
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"And you've been hitting the same vagina you spent the first nine months of your mortal life in?"
"Anatomically, there's the womb, and then—"
"Stop the car."
And we were having such a lovely evening, Lestat thinks as his stomach drops deep into his bowels.
,,,,,
Or: Louis finds out about the incest and takes it upon himself to remind Lestat who he really belongs to.