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“Baby, are you okay--” the blonde asks concerned, trying to reach out.
“What the fuck?” cuts Charles, breathless. He focuses his furious eyes on the blonde sitting on the bed.
Max frowns, frozen mid-way, confused by his reaction. “What?”
The Monegasque wipes his mouth with the back of his hands before asking, almost incredulously, "What do you mean what!" Charles shrieks, standing up on arguably shaking legs. When he speaks, he does it carefully, pronouncing each word clearly, "Do you have any idea what you just said to me, Max?"
Max would find the situation rather funny, but he is a bit mortified, and they are both overly undressed.
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Look, it is not like Charles had much choice. He was not the only one complaining about that, he knew, he lurked around the internet too much to know he was not the only one tired by the fact Max Verstappen wore that stupid Red Bull hat every day.
People were claiming for his help with the matter. They might want to obsess all over Charles’ property and it might have clocked him the wrong way some things he read about Max with his sandy, wild hair. Still. At any rate, Charles could be a bastard, but he was not cruel, if he could give a glimpse of his boyfriend to please them, he could try. It was only fair.
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“Wait,” Lando said, voice high pitched, “you guys really think Max and Charles are into each other? For real?”
“All the evidence points to that,” replied Alex, sighing, all analytical and a tad regretful, as if it was a shameful fact, unavoidable.
“And you think they might be already sleeping together?”
“No, not yet,” Daniel admitted, “they are just friends for now, and Charles is simply clingy with Max, who is a big softie with Charlie, God knows why… But… I think they want to.”
or: 5 times Max and Charles acted weirdly couple-y (+ one time they noticed)
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Whatever carefully blank expression Lestat is trying on disappears like a slap. “Armand made a fledgling. Why would he do that?” Lestat asks.
“Oh, you know,” Louis says, watching the three dots of a new text pop up. “He knew Daniel was… important to me.”
He means to say it with rueful annoyance, as if to say, “so he ruined him.” But as Daniel’s text comes in—the most important question I should have asked you in that fucking interview: where do you buy coke in Dubai?—Louis’s voice trails off, his words maybe lacking some of the bite.
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Lestat misunderstands what Daniel is to Louis and tries to be a champ about it. Meanwhile Louis rediscovers his drug of choice—Lestat.
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"There’s a need that runs deeply—a compulsion maybe—to know that he can take care of Lestat. To know that if Lestat sinks into despair again, eating rats and living in squalor, that Louis can provide if not pull him out. Lestat, while unable to pull him out, did provide for Louis. Despite hating the filth, he let the raccoons and the rats run through the townhouse so Louis would have something when he remembered he was hungry.
And there’s another need that lives closer to vanity, to hope that after eighty years, Louis is still the only one who knows him—his tastes, his desires, his needs. To know that what Louis built for himself over the last century—the identity, the fortune, the purpose—that it can be shared with Lestat. That the nice things Lestat likes to surround himself with can be Louis’s things."
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He knows what Daniel is about to say before he begins.
“Yeah, hey listen. I got some fact checking to do—”
“I’ve told you, Daniel. I’ve given my story. He can give his. I declined to participate in this documentary—”
“I watched you feed on Armand in Dubai, right? I’m not making that up?”
Louis’s hands pause. That wasn’t what he was expecting at all.
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For 114 years, Louis had an aversion to drinking Lestat's blood, but not for the reason Lestat thinks. Daniel reaches out to Louis for a fact check.
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"I send my love to you, Louis thinks, remembering, and you send it back ‘round to me.
When Lestat lays spent, draped over him, his ribs moving quickly against his own, Louis finally pulls off Lestat’s vein and kisses the skin until it closes.
Lestat stays shuddering in his arms, his face buried in Louis’s neck.
Louis is warm with the blood. Lestat’s heart is inside of him.
And for the first time in his one hundred and fourteen years, Louis feels satiated. The hunger sleeps."
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The year is 2013. 20 million previously uninsured adults have been covered by Obamacare. Netflix is experimenting with their first original show. Thrift Shop is the only song on the radio. It’s Jack Abbot’s 37th birthday, and he’s realizing his wingman might be the best option in the bar…
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"Jack is first to pick up his shot, which he does without looking away from Robby and the churning of his thoughts. His own are starting to gather into an undeniable conclusion. Jack’s been staring right at the sort of enticing personality he wants from a lover this whole time, hasn’t he? He’s been enjoying this look underneath Robby’s hood. He wants to get his hands dirty on him. Jack throws his shot back and thunks the glass down, determined to ask.
“So… Are you still young at heart?”
Robby pauses and drinks his shot just as emphatically. “...You know how it is, Jack.” He slides around his glass on the bar in a restless circle. “We were born into a post-Bowie world. I don’t think they make Kinsey zeroes anymore.”
No bones about it, they’re eyeing each other up, now. Jack can feel the heat of those dark eyes, roving all over him.
“Do you wanna get out of here?” he asks."
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Fandoms: Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
30 Oct 2025
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A video of Shane sucking Ilya’s dick is leaked. Over the next twenty-four hours, Ilya goes on an odyssey.
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"He licks his mouth, makes sure that he’s looking directly into one of the cameras, and he says, “Hunter has a boyfriend, but Hollander, he is single, yes? If he wants to have some fun, he can give me a call.”
For good measure, as the locker room descends into disorder, he flashes the camera his best wink yet."
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Darnell nodded, glancing over Robby like he was trying to place him in the hierarchy of important to ignorable and it could go either way. "What's this?"
"MSF FNG," Jack shot back. Whatever that meant, he sounded amused.
Darnell scoffed and looked to Robby, expression going decidedly unimpressed. "Oh, yeah? You here to find yourself? Have an adventure? Do something hard?" he asked, each question more mocking than the last.
And there was that question again, like it was haunting Robby. He stifled his instinct to bite back and kept it simple: "I'm here to help."
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"So Robby grabbed his arm, stopping him from leaving. Under his hand, Jack's muscles tensed. "Are you seriously picking a fight with a trained soldier right now?" he asked in disbelief.
"No," Robby breathed, pressing him back into the closed door. Jack went easily, green eyes fixed on Robby's face, widening as he leaned in—
But he didn't pull away. So Robby moved the rest of the way in and kissed him.
Robby felt Jack's soft breath out, the way his lips softened, moving into the kiss. Robby kissed him deeper, feeling his own desire stirring again as he cupped those cheeks, running his fingers over skin gone rough with a five-o'clock shadow.
Startling, Jack turned his head, shaking it a little as he met Robby's eyes. "Robby. I can't be what you want."
"You already are," Robby said, pressing a thumb to Jack's bottom lip, transfixed."