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"There," says Louis. "I took something from you you'll never get back. We're even now. Just like you always wanted."
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11 Aug 2026
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Poundhog Day by DemonPoppySeed for Maybe_Bitey
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
04 May 2026
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With Akasha's apocalypse underway, Armand performs a desperate experiment to save himself and his fledgling, trapping them in a time loop on Valentine's Day 1976 with a young Daniel who is keen on taking them both to bed and shocked to discover that he and Armand aren't together in the future.
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11 Aug 2026
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Post-s2 Armand/Daniel. Loosely connected stories that can be read as standalones.
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11 Aug 2026
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scratch at the door of heaven by inkatesbush
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
21 Jan 2026
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Armand, Daniel, and the issue of sex now that Armand can no longer read Daniel’s mind.
Daniel gave up on him. “Jesus, whatever. I was just trying to say you could still boss me around if you wanted to, instead of this weird fake I’m-so-powerless power play you’ve been pulling these last few weeks, but if I can’t be trusted—”
“If you were trying to make a sexual request for something you wanted, then you should have simply said so, and not pretended you were doing it for my benefit,” Armand said coldly.
Daniel had reddened. “I was just offering,” he said grouchily. “I can tell you don’t like that you can’t read my mind anymore. You don’t believe me, but I mean it—I will tell you if I don’t like something.” He was giving Armand a keen look, one of those looks Armand did not much like.
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11 Aug 2026
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Three lost glimpses into the life of Daniel Molloy: 2018, 1996, and 1974.
He spent most of that year high. He spent the rest of it all different sorts of hungover. Sweating and throwing up, knocking back handfuls of aspirin that didn’t help, staying up all night bouncing off the walls and rambling nonsense into his tape recorder that he played back when he was halfway sober hoping to find a gem of hidden genius and getting confronted with the hallucinating delusions of a coked-up lunatic instead. He sleepwalked and had nightmares. He woke up choking on his own vomit as cold hands forced him over onto his side. This happened more than once. This happened more than twice. He had dreams which weren’t nightmares where he killed himself and then woke up dead with cold and lovely lips against his throat. His days were a haze. His nights were clear crystal color when he wasn’t too high to function; when he was just high enough to be the fun and pliant toy he was supposed to be; when he was sober enough to still get hard for his own personal demon incubus who came and slaughtered whoever he might have tricked into his bed that night as a pitiful offering of human sacrifice to his vengeful hating god.
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11 Aug 2026