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“I didn’t keep most of the memories. Other people’s memories. I get flashes of big things, births, deaths. Except about you.”
Carol feels the confusion slip onto her face. Nervousness creeps up her spine again. “Me?”
“I know everything that anybody has ever thought about you, Carol. Every memory. Every feeling. Helen. Your ex-girlfriends. Your dentist. It’s like I have a Carol encyclopedia in my head.”
Carol had thought that she was done experiencing fresh horrors. What a nightmare it is to realize that she is not. “Oh, god.” She says.
“Oh, god,” Zosia agrees.
After they manage to break Zosia free of the hive, Zosia and Carol try to navigate the field of landmines that is their relationship.
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13 Jan 2026
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After the end of the world, Carol survives.
Not only grief and loneliness, but the quiet danger of being with someone who never says no.
Helen isn’t here now, but she is compared in everything.
OR: Three times Zosia wasn’t Helen, and the first time Carol didn’t compare them at all.
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"Do you..." Daniel trailed off as if he was trying to carefully choose his next words. "Do you really see him as that? Your father?"
Armand wished he could take back what he said, to make it like those words never left his mouth in the first place, like it never happened at all. But now it was to late and Daniel wouldn't rest until he had an answer.
"Perhaps father is not the right word. He was my maker. My lover. My saviour. My master. He was a god to me, my everything. And he worshiped me in every roll he took on. Amadeo means beloved by god, a sacred name picked out with care. He was my god and I was his beloved Amadeo. So perhaps he did not love me as a son but he loved me as his child, nonetheless. I was a child of god, graced by his merciful adoration."
Armand's face was frozen in a sad smile even as Daniel's eyes seemed to pierce through him.
"Okay." Daniel said slowly, like he always did when he was trying really hard to hold back. "Alright, sure. Not your father but your god. Yeah, that's much better."
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Daniel's daughters come by for a visit, resulting in hard conversations, a few realisations and, hopefully, some healing.
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Forever You're Coming Back To Me (Gonna Give You What You Need) by honeypiebadger
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
14 Dec 2025
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“I can still taste your distraction.” Daniel repeats now, giving the puncture wounds small kitten licks so none of his maker’s nectar-like blood goes to waste, and Armand feels somewhat bad for his wandering thoughts. He should be fully here for his beautiful fledgling.
“Come on then sweet boy, make me unable to think about anything but your mouth on me.”
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The one in which Daniel is an insatiable fledgling, only satisfied by his makers blood, and also loves to eat pussy. He manages to combine the two despite Armand's lacking anatomy.
(edited january 3rd 2026 to include a few little things i forgot)
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17 Dec 2025
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in the deafening polar province called You by shineforthee
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
24 Sep 2024
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Daniel is sprawled out across the bed, loose-limbed and lazy, somehow filling all the open space it has to offer and leaving Armand to nestle into the gaps. His cheeks are flushed, blood pooling like it knows what comes next. Maybe it does. Armand was reading about classical conditioning the other day. About dogs who become accustomed to getting food when their handler rings a bell.
Perhaps Daniel is the dog, Armand’s teeth sharp bells reverberating in his veins. Or perhaps Armand is the dog, Daniel’s blood a song rattling in his ears. He has been a dog before. He runs his tongue along the bow of Daniel’s collarbone, gathers the salt-sweat there and imagines what it tastes like because Daniel does.
Armand remembers he loved Daniel, once, and that Daniel loved him. Or a version of them did, at least. It isn't his intention to go back to that, but it's not not his intention, either. Such is the prerogative of an immortal: to hold two contradicting desires simultaneously. If nothing else, it passes the time while he waits for this miserable interview to end.