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New Fic: Not Coming Home

Relationship: Lestat de Lioncourt/Louis de Pointe du Lac Rating: Mature Main tags: Post Season 2, Getting Back Together, Rock Star Lestat de Lioncourt, Trans Lestat de Lioncourt, Hurt/Comfort Words: 8,787

Louis returns to Lestat after discovering the truth about Armand's involvement in the play. The rebuilding of their relationship is a slow one, occurring in fits and starts. The process of two hearts learning to beat in sync again is not an easy one, and sometimes you need a little Maroon 5 to help ease it along.

I actually finished this a couple weeks ago, but it turns out the tummy ache I had while editing and posting was my appendix exploding. I had to go to the hospital before I got a chance to post about it.

Anyway! It's here on AO3, and a little taste below:

Louis' next visit to New Orleans coincides with one of Lestat's concerts. She'd be an idiot to think that was a coincidence. Louis walks into Lestat's dressing room right as Larry comes down her throat.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Louis asks.

Lestat pulls back and wipes her mouth on her sleeve. "Pissing off my vocal coach, probably. Why?"

Ignoring Larry entirely, Louis grabs her arm and yanks her out of the room, pulling her out into the corridor. Lestat is vaguely aware of the sleeve of her shirt protesting as Louis manhandles her. He crowds Lestat up against the wall.

"What are you doing?" Lestat snaps. "At least rip my shirt somewhere exciting."

"So, what, you're fucking your bandmates now?" Louis asks, a familiar fire in his eyes.

"Yes? I had thought that was obvious."

"Seriously?"

"You have made it perfectly clear that you are not ready to be in a relationship."

"We aren't ready for that."

"You can't decide that for me, Louis. You aren't ready, that is fine. But you don't get to tell me how I feel."

"I'm not trying to—"

"The last time we saw each other, you said to me, and I quote, 'Do whatever you want, I don't care'."

"I didn't mean this!" Louis throws his hands up. "Are you serious? Fucking around with anyone who will stand still for long enough?"

"I don't have time for you right now," Lestat says. She doesn't like fighting like this. It's going to make her cry, which in turn is going to ruin her makeup. She doesn't like ruining her makeup with tears unless it's for a fun reason, like sucking someone's cock. "I have to get ready to perform. Enjoy the show, Louis."

She is already walking away before he can reply, rushing down the corridor that takes her towards the stage. There is still time before they're on, but Louis probably doesn't know that. Once she finds an empty corridor she spends a few minutes just pacing back and forth, stewing in her rage.

How dare Louis? And after their last conversation, in which he specifically told her he didn't care what she was doing! Lestat kicks the wall, misjudging both her own strength and the strength of the wall as her foot goes clean through it. She yanks it back, scattering chunks of drywall on the floor. She needs an outlet, or she's going to explode and do something stupid like tell Louis to get fucked in front of a crowd of approximately 70,000 fans.

Actually... now that she thinks about it, that sounds like a great idea. There isn't time to write anything new, so she might just have to borrow something from someone. She racks her brain for a moment and then pulls out her phone to look up breakup playlists on Spotify.

Check out the rest on AO3!

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New Fic: Blood on His Hands

Relationship: Lestat de Lioncourt/Louis de Pointe du Lac Rating: Explicit Main tags: Hurt/Comfort, Flashbacks, Blood and Injury, Trans Lestat de Lioncourt, Fingering, Hand Jobs Words: 8440

In which Lestat accidentally reminds Louis of the fateful night of their parting in New Orleans, and then they lovingly take care of each other. Featuring Genderstat in the world's smallest crop top.

It's here on AO3, and a little taste below:

She puts her toothbrush back on the shelf and Louis joins her under the water. They wrap their arms around each other, and for a moment Louis loses himself in the feeling of so much naked skin against his own. He can feel her heartbeat; slow and steady. Not like the night Louis killed him. This isn't like that night. She's not going to die. Not by Louis' hand, not by anyone else's.

After a moment Louis retrieves a bar of soap and lathers up his hands. He pulls Lestat out of the water just slightly, touching her chin to get her to tip her head back. Carefully, he runs his soapy hands over the blood on her neck. It's already dry, so it's a bit stubborn, but after a few minutes of gentle massaging, it's gone. He continues running his hands over her throat and neck. There are no marks, no nicks, nothing hidden under the blood.

Louis makes his way down her body like that, soaping up his hands and gently washing every inch of her. She doesn't say a word during this, happy to be directed as Louis makes his way methodically down her body. By the time Louis has finished, all the way down to scrubbing the bottoms of his feet, he's finally beginning to feel like he can breathe again.

He stands back up and wraps his arms back around her, nuzzling her throat.

"Are you satisfied? Do you believe me when I say I'm okay?" Lestat asks.

Louis nods. When he closes his eyes, Louis still sees him, lying on the floor surrounded by his own blood, but that version of Lestat is gone when Louis opens his eyes. It's just Louis and Lestat right now. Just Louis and Lestat. Safe and loved. Safe and loved and together.

Read the rest on AO3!

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New Fic: Public Displays of Devotion

Relationship: Lestat de Lioncourt/Louis de Pointe du Lac Rating: Mature Tags: Rockstar Lestat de Lioncourt, Trans Lestat de Lioncourt, Etablished Relationship, Sharing Clothes, Hickeys Words: 2032

Read it here on AO3, or have a little taste first: (NSFW!)

Louis considers her for a moment and then leans in to kiss her. He nips at Lestat's lips, and then gently presses his face to the side, leaning down slightly to mouth at her neck. Lestat moans in ecstasy when he bites, hard, without his fangs, before sucking on the same patch of skin. Lestat can feel her cock twitching at the thought of it; of having a hickey just barely visible under the neckline of her hoodie, both put there by her husband. She can't help the desperate little sound she lets out at the thought of parading around for the rest of the day like this. And who could blame her, really? When one finds themselves blessed with the wonders of Louis' love and affection, as Lestat does, there really is only one option; complete and utter worship. She wears Louis' marks with pride, she saunters around in Louis' clothes shamelessly, and she struggles to go more than a couple of hours without speaking of the man she has devoted herself to. She is completely and utterly enamoured, and there is no other way she would rather be.

Eventually, Louis pulls away from Lestat's throat, and though she whimpers and leans forward, Louis just presses a kiss to her forehead. "That's all you're getting. I'm not sending you back out there looking like you've been mauled."

"Is it visible, Louis? Is it obvious? Will everyone be able to see my devotion to you? Will they all be able to see that you have put your lips on me?" Lestat shivers with pleasure. "It is a travesty that these marks never last. I suppose I will just have to pester you to leave them on me more frequently. I cannot bear the thought of anyone not immediately recognising your claim over me."

Read it on AO3!

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12 Nights of Christmas — Night 12: Ice Skating

If you want to read about Louis' unconventional plot to save his accident-prone husband from hurting himself during their annual ice skating trip with Claudia, this is the one for you!

Unfortunately, the fourth time might not be the charm.

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12 Nights of Christmas — Night 11: Santa's Little Helper

If you're in the mood for some Christmas family fluff (in which Claudia catches Lestat with "Santa") and then Louis and Lestat being horndogs once their daughter is in bed, today's the day!

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12 Nights of Christmas — Night 10: Stolen Kiss

And this one is a cute little Loustat one, featuring rock star Lestat and his husband Louis who has always tried to stay out of the limelight. That might be about to change!

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12 Nights of Christmas — Night 9: Ugly Christmas Sweaters

This is a fun one! If you're ready for Lestat going tits out at a Christmas party (that may or may not have been organised to help smooth over him eating a crew person) and then having a Gender Moment about said tits, enjoy!

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Hello! I'm Jay, I write fanfiction about whatever is bouncing around my head. This account is so you can follow me if you only want fanfic updates!

You can find me on Bluesky here, and my AO3 here.

This is my sideblog, my main is @magnificenttragedysandwich, and there's more happening over there.

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12 Nights of Christmas - Night 8: Holiday Party

Tonight's episode follows Louis and Lestat in the aftermath of a drunken hook-up after their work Christmas party. Starring: hangovers, potato puns, bottom Lestat, and a surprising amount of falling in love for two people who only just met!

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12 Nights of Christmas - Night 7: Angels

And today I have decided to go with snow angels - prepare for cuteness of Louis experiencing his first snow, and Lestat taking him through all the joys that come with it.

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Every time I am tagging my fics, I am one click away from disaster:

Featuring a sneak peek of an upcoming fic 👁️🫦👁️

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12 Nights of Christmas - Night 6: Bookstore

Do you want a meet-cute with single dad photographer Louis and musician Lestat? With a filthy follow-up in the works? Feast upon this:

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12 Nights of Christmas - Night 5: Vacation

To learn why I am still mad at Australia, and to enjoy 3000 words of Loustat being love-struck dumbasses, look no further than today's fill!

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12 Nights of Christmas - Night 4: Holiday Traditions

I have some Loustat tonight that will hit you in the feelings if you are also someone who has a bit of a fraught relationship with Christmas thanks to your fraught relationship with your family. And Louis is trans! Because I can't help myself! I am like a disease (in a good way), everything I touch also becomes trans.

So, if you want some hurt/comfort and then a touch of smut, this is the spot!

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12 Nights of Christmas - Night 3: Underneath the Mistletoe

Coming in with more Loustat, this time it's mostly just me taking the piss and Lestat being a little shit (as he does).

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12 Nights of Christmas - Day 2: Fireplace

Today, I present more Loustat:

Here is a little taste:

The quiet ambiance of the crackling fire is disturbed suddenly by the sound of a popping cap. Louis hadn't even noticed that Lestat had removed one of his hands.

"What you got there, baby?" Louis asks. He could just sit up and look, but he is much too comfortable.

"Lube," Lestat says.

"Where'd you get that?"

"I stashed some in here earlier while you weren't looking."

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I'll be real, I forgot I had a sideblog for this account, but here we are! I have started writing again!

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Louis/Lestat Summary: When Louis suggested they dress up for Christmas, this is not what he had expected. In Lestat's defence, this was exactly the sort of thing he would do, so Louis doesn't know he's so surprised. Or: A stocking is about to get stuffed within an inch of his life! :D

This is for Vamptember's 12 Nights of Christmas for the prompt of 'stocking stuffer'. I took that and ran with it!