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Loumand Microfic Week: Day Eight - mirror/stranger, word count: 180
He caught sight of his reflection in the bathroom mirror and froze. A stranger stared back. Eternally 27 and an ancient vampire and somehow still that scared child, chained in a ship’s hull. Sometimes he wondered if he’d ever left or if everything that followed was merely a delusion.
Dubai, 2022. The aftermath of a break-up.
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- Part 8 of Loumand Microfic Week 2025
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Loumand Microfic Week: Day Seven - altar/sacrifice, word count: 42
Rashid knelt on the prayer mat, words flowing from his tongue like a song. It prickled…something in the back of Armand’s mind; a memory lost to time.
Dubai, 2018. Armand and Louis on the topic of worship.
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- Part 7 of Loumand Microfic Week 2025
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Loumand Microfic Week: Day Six - teeth/mouth, word count: 138
They booked a suite at Raffles London in Whitehall and got tipsy off of champagne and the gin-soaked blood of tourists. The suite’s floor-to-ceiling picture windows provided Armand an ideal place to brace his hands as Louis crowded up against him.
London, 2000. Armand and Louis ring in the new year.
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- Part 6 of Loumand Microfic Week 2025
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Loumand Microfic Week: Day Five - boat/harbor, word count: 77
Shackled in a ship’s hull. Again.
Seattle, 1995. Armand dreams of being taken by the Children of Darkness.
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- Part 5 of Loumand Microfic Week 2025
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Loumand Microfic Week: Day Four - blooming/wilting, word count: 150
He and Louis were immune, of course, but social outings slowly tapered off. Time was spent at hospital bedsides instead of gallery openings.
New York, 1983. The rising AIDS Crisis casts a long shadow over Armand and Louis' newfound happiness.
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- Part 4 of Loumand Microfic Week 2025
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Like Nothing Ever Happened by dynamic_asteroids
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
11 Aug 2025
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Loumand Microfic Week: Day Three - recognition/misunderstanding, word count: 101
By the third day home, he’d healed. Smooth brown skin, like nothing ever happened. Except, his eyes still were haunted. Vacant, like he was there and not there.
Sausalito, 1973. Louis tries to move on from his walk into the sun.
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- Part 3 of Loumand Microfic Week 2025
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The Same Moon, The Same Stars by dynamic_asteroids
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
10 Aug 2025
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Loumand Microfic Week: Day Two - stars/moon, word count: 514
In a San Francisco apartment, Armand watched Neil Armstrong step onto the moon’s surface in fuzzy black and white. The same moon Armand had seen in Delhi and Venice and Paris.
San Francisco, 1969. Neil Armstrong's walk on the moon puts Armand's own past in perspective.
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- Part 2 of Loumand Microfic Week 2025
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Loumand Microfic Week: Day One - modern/ancient, word count: 128
Cairo was, at best, a stopgap. To believe otherwise was naïve in the extreme. Armand did not make a habit of being naïve.
Egypt, 1950. A change in locale cannot ease recent memories.
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- Part 1 of Loumand Microfic Week 2025
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terror_exe prompt: ficlet: 500 words of sir john franklin and dr stanley in the Arctic, tags: angst
Stephen was rapt, despite his familiarity with the tale. He watched a lock of hair tumble unheeded across Fitzjames’ cheek and longed to brush it back.He looked away instead, hands curling into fists as he squeezed until his nails pressed tiny needles of pain into his palms.
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When he picked up a second biscuit, John felt half-mad from the reaction it produced in him. The other lieutenant was no longer looking at him. Sir John had begun to speak and Le Vesconte nodded in agreement; the biscuit paused halfway to his mouth, unbitten.
Bite it. Bite it, hissed the treacherous serpent in John’s mind.
During a command meeting, John notices Dundy eating biscuits. Soon, he can think of little else.
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“I didn’t come here with anyone,” the stranger admitted, ducking his head in a slightly sheepish gesture that caused a lock of hair to fall over one eye. “Going out just seemed preferable to staying in alone.”
Henry’s free hand curled into a loose fist at his side to stop himself from brushing that errant lock of hair back. Christ, he must be drunker than he thought.
“You’re still alone,” Henry answered, though not unkindly. “The only difference is that now you’re surrounded by people a decade your junior, listening to music you don’t like while trying to convince yourself that this is what you wanted.”
It was easier to admit the truth to a stranger; you could say anything to someone you’d never see again.
Dundy spends New Year's Eve trying to forget about James. He's not entirely successful.
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“Do Haematophagists celebrate Christmas?”
The question, like most from George, was voiced apropos of nothing whatsoever.
Stephen looked up from the fold-out desk where he was double-checking Erebus’ menu for the week. “…Excuse me?”
“Do you celebrate Christmas?” George repeated patiently.
A vignette of Stephen and George's final Christmas aboard Erebus.
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- Part 2 of Biting Down
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How many times had he sipped from a wineglass in the scant privacy of his bunk on blood drawn from a patient under the guise of medical care? Some would find even that act distasteful, though it felt civilised enough to reassure him his condition made him no more a monster than he’d ever been. Yet Hodgson—George—he reminded himself silently. They’d certainly engaged in intimacies enough to warrant the use of their Christian names. George of all people, found him not in that reasonably dignified repose but hunched in the hold draining the life from vermin.
George discovers Stephen in a compromising position aboard Erebus.
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- Part 1 of Biting Down
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terror_exe fest prompt:
@terror_exe: ficlet: 500 words of george hodgson and dr stanley in the Arctic, tags: angstA friendship, of sorts, between two unlikely sources.
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@jamesfitzjames: Lovely morning spent with Surgeon Stanley, who propositioned me for passionless & unsatisfying sex while elbow-deep in entrails & viscera!Beechey Island, 1845.
An autopsy is performed, memories are revisited, and a question is asked.
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Fitzconte Fest prompt: fireworks
“Alright, old boy?” he murmured, his shoulder bumping James’ companionably. He could well imagine his trepidation; they’d not set foot on English soil in five years and there wasn’t a soul among them who hadn’t been irrevocably changed by their journey.
“Mm,” James murmured. “Is the crowd large?” Once he’d have relished such a homecoming.
“Looks it,” Henry answered, unwilling to lie even to soothe James' apprehension. He'd find out the truth soon enough. “We’re still a bit far out to see accurately.”
“Ah. Well. I wouldn’t know.” The words were spoken with a nonchalance that Henry didn’t believe for a moment. Though James hadn’t completely lost the use of his left eye from the ravages of scurvy, it was a near thing. Never again would his sight be sharp enough to steer a ship.
A homecoming; fears are voiced and reassurances given.
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- Part 14 of Fitzconte Fest 2021
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Fitzconte Fest prompt: makeup
“What do you say, Jas? Shall I make you up like a Limehouse doxy?”
“Alas, that’s not quite the image of Britannia I’m trying to portray,” James answered with a laugh. He watched George open the small box containing chalk face powder, pots of rouge, and various other cosmetic accoutrements.
“I’ll let you paint my face if you’re so inclined,” George offered, rooting through the box. He took out a small metal pot and opened it; the rouge inside was dried into a solid disk from age, its rusty surface cracked like a parched desert. He returned it to the box and selected another. This one was newer; the ruby red of it shone with the smooth gleam of wax that, if not precisely fresh, was at least serviceable.
James, Henry, and George enjoy a brief moment together while they get ready for carnivale. Costumes are donned and relationships are navigated.
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- Part 13 of Fitzconte Fest 2021
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Fitzconte Fest prompt: text
“I’d say your canoeing adventure was worth a few lines at least,” Henry teased, the sharp crunch of biscuit between his teeth adding a rather dramatic exclamation point to the words.
Graham nodded. “And Mr Goodsir has collected all manner of creatures from the sea that warrant a mention.”
Henry caught James’ quick glance at him, lips pressing together as he tried not to laugh. Henry returned the grin; the frequency in which Graham mentioned Goodsir had become something of an inside joke between them.
“On the topic of wretched creatures dredged up by this expedition,” he added, unable to let the opportunity for such a jab pass. “I heard Captain Crozier was supposed to dine with us this evening, only to turn Sir John’s invitation down at the last minute. Again."
After James performs his HMS Cornwallis poem for the officers during dinner, they muse on what he could write about from their current expedition.
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- Part 12 of Fitzconte Fest 2021
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Fitzconte Fest prompt: glitters
“The first icebergs are visible off the starboard side,” James answered, tone nearly reaching reverence as he pronounced the word iceberg. Henry knew how long he’d wanted this polar voyage--and how hard he’d worked to convince the admiralty he was the right man for the job.
“They don’t look a thing like I imagined,” James continued. “They’re not like oversized blocks of ice at all. Come on, Dundy, you must see them!”
James is enraptured by the first sighting of icebergs. Dundy, meanwhile, only has eyes for him.
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- Part 11 of Fitzconte Fest 2021
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Fitzconte Fest prompt: skylarking
At last James turned away from him and he took his shot, bowling out the small ball like a cricketer across the length of the room. As soon as it left his fingers two things happened in quick succession: Dr Stanley appeared in the doorway, with his usual sense of looming unpleasantness, and James stepped aside to allow him entry into the small room.
The ball of lead, meant to ping harmlessly off the back of James’ head, instead hit Stanley square between the eyes. Blinking rapidly in surprise, he stumbled back a step as a hush fell over the wardroom. Even the ice, it seemed, momentarily paused its creaking to witness the unfolding events.
“What,” Stanley asked with a glacial calm, “was that?”
Stephen finds himself caught in the middle of a bit of skylarking between Dundy and James. He's just as thrilled by this as one would imagine.
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- Part 10 of Fitzconte Fest 2021