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you know if viktor needed a concubine in his little cult, i'd volunteer!

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guys.....

please..... he is so beautiful

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“Dancing into Their Hearts”

Jayce and Viktor with a Dancer Reader

Jayce

Jayce is utterly mesmerized the first time he sees you dance. Whether it’s a graceful solo or a lively performance with others, he can’t take his eyes off you.

“Wow,” he breathes, leaning against the nearest surface, his hammer forgotten in his hand. “How do you even move like that?”

He’s the type to hype you up constantly, clapping the loudest when you finish and throwing in a whistle for good measure. If you’re practicing, he’s right there, watching in awe. “You make it look so easy, but I know it takes so much skill. You’re incredible.”

Jayce tries to dance with you—key word: tries. He’s a little clumsy but earnest, doing his best to keep up with your rhythm. “Okay, don’t laugh, but can you teach me? I promise I’ll stop stepping on your toes… eventually.”

He’s a sucker for the way dancing lights you up. If you’ve had a rough day, he’ll encourage you to put on your favorite music and dance it out, sitting back and admiring the joy that radiates from you. “That’s it. That’s the smile I wanted to see.”

Jayce is also incredibly impressed by the strength and agility your dancing requires. “I didn’t realize how much work it takes. You’re like… an artist and an athlete all rolled into one.” He’ll offer to help with stretches or hold your hand during a difficult routine, always ready to cheer you on.

Viktor

Viktor is initially quiet about his admiration, but you catch the way his golden-brown eyes linger when you dance. He watches every movement, taking in the grace and precision you bring to each step.

“That was… breathtaking,” he says softly after your performance, his voice tinged with awe. “You make it seem as though gravity doesn’t apply to you.”

He’s fascinated by the mechanics behind your movements and loves asking you questions about how you train. “Is it muscle memory, or do you focus on every step as you perform? How do you maintain such balance?” His curiosity is endless, but it’s always laced with admiration.

Viktor isn’t much of a dancer himself, but he loves being a part of your creative process. He’ll suggest music that matches your style or help you brainstorm new routines. “This piece… it has a certain rhythm. Perhaps you could experiment with it?”

Despite his reserved nature, Viktor surprises you by showing up to every performance he can. He claps softly but sincerely, his smile warm. “You’re extraordinary,” he says afterward, holding your hand. “I don’t think I’ll ever tire of watching you.”

If you’re working on a particularly challenging routine, Viktor is quick to offer support. “Take your time,” he says, handing you water or adjusting the music for you. “Even brilliance needs rest.”

He’s also struck by the physicality of your dancing. If you ever express insecurity about your appearance, Viktor is quick to reassure you. “Your body isn’t just beautiful—it’s strong, disciplined, and capable of creating art. That’s something to be proud of.”

Together (bounus) 💜💜

When Jayce and Viktor are both present, their reactions to your dancing create a delightful contrast. Jayce is the loud, enthusiastic cheerleader, while Viktor quietly marvels at your skill.

Jayce will nudge Viktor with a grin. “See that spin? That was insane!” Viktor nods, his gaze still fixed on you. “Yes, quite. It’s as if they’re defying physics entirely.”

If the three of you are spending time together, Jayce might coax Viktor into trying to dance with you. “C’mon, it’s fun! Just follow their lead.” Viktor will reluctantly take your hand, his movements stiff but endearing. “I am not built for this,” he mutters, but the soft smile on his face suggests he’s enjoying himself.

They both admire your passion and dedication, finding inspiration in the way you bring life to every performance. Jayce might say, “You know, your dancing kind of reminds me why I started inventing—to create something that makes people feel alive.” Viktor, meanwhile, would add, “And to remind us that beauty and precision can coexist so harmoniously.”

Whether it’s in the spotlight or during an impromptu practice session, Jayce and Viktor are always there to support and admire you, each in their own unique way.

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I don't mean to step on anybody's toes and it's late and I'm tired but has anyone else noticed the Epic fandom is getting like. REALLY annoying? Or am I just tripping

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Can we normalize this?

Like please please please??

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"Next to my wife"

CLOCKED

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Armand/Daniel Molloy Characters: Armand (Vampire Chronicles), Daniel Molloy Additional Tags: VF Kinktober 2024 (Vampire Chronicles), VF Kinktober (Vampire Chronicles), VFkinktober, Body Worship, Light Bondage, Restraints, soft and sweet, Aftercare, Toys, Vibrators, Praise Kink, Light Dom/sub, Gentle Dom Armand Series: Part 3 of VF Kinktober 2024 Summary:

The silk scarf is soft and cold against his skin.

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When y/n does something so cringe that i have to look at the invisible camera for a sec.

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that thing armand does with his jaw reblog if you agree

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Made this for u 💝

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appalachia is devastated. towns i loved, towns i visited all the time, are gone. not damaged, GONE. they are leveled to the ground. there is nothing left but rubble and ruin. people are dead. appalachia is poor to begin with and relies on tourism for a lot of its income, and multiple of those tourist locations are just...gone.

my town is okay, but it's flooded and wrecked. trees are blocking all but one way out of our neighborhood. power lines are hanging limp in the roads. we've been without power for over 24 hours and will continue to be without power for likely another 24+. disabled people and poor people are GOING to die from this. gods save appalachia.

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I don't even bother scrolling the ao3 armandaniel tag anymore, I just wait for your glorious art and then read whatever you illustrate...

That being said if you had any recommendations I'd happily take the o' knowledgeable one

ah nonnie i am happy to pull some from my meticulously vetted list

remember to read and mind all the tags

a haunting just for company by valkyrisms

"I know what a breakup looks like," Daniel says. "The better question is, why are you coming to me about it? I'm the one who broke up your little sham." "This is what humans do, don't they?" Armand asks, letting his voice drop. "Crashing on their friends' couches when there's a blip in their romances?" "Except we're not friends. We're actually very much not friends." Daniel shrugs, as if it's all the same to him. "And I can't imagine the great vampire Armand deigning himself to sleep on my fucked-up sofa. That thing's been here since the nineties." "Well," Armand only says. "I saw you have a guest bedroom."

Lie Back and Let Me Unlock You by Thunder_Puss

Independently wealthy man, early 30's, seeks arrangement with young male aged 18-25, not too muscular and no more than 200lbs (anything more would be most unmanageable) to share my apartment and affection with for 1 year until slaughter. All needs up to that point will be met -surpassingly so, I must admit, as I can be rather doting. There will be no need to consider expenses as they will be covered entirely by myself- "-There will be a rigorous interview process consisting of correspondence by email..." Daniel shook his head, laughing. "Of course, buddy. I'm sure I'll have a lot of competition." He raised his whiskey glass to his lips and wet them. "If this sounds like an amenable blah blah... Christ, this guy is verbose. I'll have to bring along a thesaurus to keep up." Daniel Molloy was 24, not too muscular, and no more than 200lbs. He was also steadfast and enterprising -when he could keep his nose clean- and had nothing more interesting to do than chase a story about an independently wealthy man with the screen name Botticelli_Angel who seemed to have the world's most taboo kink. Daniel could play the part, see where the story took him for a while. If shit got too weird, he'd dip. (Spoiler: He doesn’t dip.)

the sin and this mess we're in by ringfinger

He’s sitting on a beach he hates, trading shitty jokes with a centuries-old monster whose body count would put Ed Gein to shame and who is almost certainly also plotting to turn him into a flesh lampshade. “Don’t be dramatic,” Armand says, picking up on that thread, “I do wish you’d stop returning to that.”

how memory makes monsters into myth by blueskiddoo

“I said I’m fine, Alice,” Daniel snaps, and time itself grinds to a halt. Not literally. Ha. The things you have to specify with vampires. Daniel wishes he could laugh, but the sound is stuck somewhere in his throat, along with his heart. Now, of course, his hand chooses to be perfectly still. Why the fuck did he say that? * daniel keeps slipping up and mistaking armand for his ex-wife and the more he looks back on his memories, the less reliable they get. he's pretty sure he married alice molloy, but how do you marry a woman who apparently never existed? armand is armand about it.

chase away my heart and heartache by sahwen

With nowhere to go and an eternity ahead of him, Armand decided to work his way backwards. Or: Armand's Tour de Divorce in six acts.

to stretch the night, to fill it fuller with dreams by typefortydeductions

Armand and Daniel return to Venice to confront some of Armand's oldest demons. Louis comes with them, trailing ghosts of his own.

I am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love. by cannibalenthusiast

“Did we call each other boyfriend? Surely not. Sounds weird even saying out loud.” “You were my beloved,” Armand says. “My lover. My boy.” “Your human pet. Your mortal fool. I get it,” Daniel says, not neglecting to notice his use of the past tense. “You want to go see a movie?”

such a pretty box (all fancy wrappings, and a bow on top) by snuffreel

“That is a fascinating shade of scarlet. In the dark, now, it almost matches the color of her blood.” Or: Armand, Daniel, and the age-old question of what's really inside a girl.

flash the camera (you're a star) by exastris_scientia

Daniel is starting to think he should put a little more thought into the promises he makes in the heat of the moment. He’d qualified it a little, sure, so technically he doesn’t have to do it. And it’s not like he needs the money, not after Louis and Armand had thrown his that’s my whore number comment back in his face by actually paying him ten million fucking dollars. But a promise is a promise, even if it’s one literally no one would expect him to follow through on. Whatever. He said he would, so he will. It might be fun. So he starts an OnlyFans.

bang it up inside by leavethebes

"Come on," Daniel goads. "Come the fuck on."

she will be your living end by kanxie

Daniel reaches his hand out for Armand to take. They wait a few moments in silence as the world stops moving around them. The animals hush. The air stills. A faint smell of smoky dust drops from the sky and lifts from the ground. Rural Armenia has always been too quiet for Armand, but this is to a level where noise itself seems to atrophy into a cold, nightmare-like state. Armand takes his hand, and the usual dampened sounds of movement are stark in this nothingness. “It's okay to admit you're scared,” says Daniel. His deep and rumbling voice. Armand keens for it in the lamplight.

Armand and Daniel are at home when the bell tolls.

Backroads to Sonoma by burntcrimson

Where the hell have you been, Daniel wonders, and why me? A bloody American summer in the belly of the AIDS crisis.

open eyes and behind your teeth by tisiphones

It wasn't fascinating, the way the boy didn't know whether to lean into the touch or away from it, confused by the comfort and the pain it offered in equal measures. It wasn't. Armand could do the same thing — did do the same thing, whenever Louis deigned to touch him at all — and Louis still thought he was boring. It couldn't be this that had captivated him. But that didn't mean it wasn't fun. --- Armand weighs the pros and cons of dog ownership.

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I had to do this guys

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— Freefall.

summary. You ask Five the classic question: "If I fall, will you catch me?" one-sentence synopsis. “Five is pretty sure that if circumstances allow, he would label your pair of lips as his and only his.”

content. set between S3 and S4. non-superpowered, CIA!Five x gn!reader. just some good ol' fluff. no plot. lets be fr; it's just pillow talk but like we gotta make it fun.

word count. 1.1k

a/n. stay out of trouble y’all, stay happy and stay healthy. and i’ll stay hating season 4 episode 5 ✊

If I fall, will you catch me?

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“Five?”

The man cracks open an eye, his peaceful slumber interrupted. But he does not mind.

“Hmm?”

His voice cracks and you chuckle to yourself. Softly, you hover your fingers down his face, taking in the peaceful sight beside you who is currently drifting between the realms of dreams and reality. You smile when Five lazily pushes your hand away from him and snuggles closer to you. You catch a waft of his scent — a mix of sandalwood and vetiver, a fleeting hint of something like smoky incense — and bury your nose into his mop of messy hair.

“’S late, go back to sleep.” Five slurs.

You know you have hectic schedules ahead of you tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow after tomorrow, and it goes on and on like that for the rest of the week. Still, one look at Five and it’s bright smiles and warm days, and you can’t help but wonder if all of this is a dream and one day you’ll wake up from this and everything will be gone.

Well, you suppose, if you don’t pinch yourself too hard, you’re certain you won’t wake up to reality.

You continue to look at Five and memorize every single detail of his face, like how his long eyelashes brush against his cheeks and how his lips part slightly when he’s in a deep sleep. You wonder what it is like for him when you kiss, if he goes through the same rollercoaster of exhilaration like you do — if it feels like rainbows and sunshine exploding behind his eyes or if it feels like butterflies dropkicking your stomach until he’s so nervous he can’t think straight or it’s a whole new world altogether.

But you tuck all of that into the deepest corners of your mind (and heart), and continue to look at Five for as long as you can until you fall asleep.

“If I fall, will you catch me?”

It’s a whisper, an extremely quiet and soft one where no one will hear unless their ears are strained to the maximum, focused one hundred and twenty percent.

But Five doesn’t answer, not even with his close proximity to you, because he has been pulled back into a state of unconsciousness before he could hear what you said.

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Falling in love with Five Hargreeves is not like drifting lazily through the clouds, weightless and serene. It’s more like stepping off the edge of a cliff, your heart in your throat as the wind tears past you, daring you to trust that the fall won’t break you.

There’s no gentle landing with him—no safety net of soft words or promises of forever. Five doesn’t hold your hand; he challenges your every step, his sharp wit cutting through your hesitations like a blade, forcing you to leap without knowing where you’ll land.

He doesn’t cushion you with false comfort; he cuts through your fears, steadying you in a way that’s raw and real.

His love is not a free ride through the sky. It's as much a force as the winds pulling you down. And yet, it’s that same biting wit that makes you feel alive.

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When he kisses you, it’s nothing like you could ever imagine it to be. It’s slow, sweet, and strangely addicting. His lips brush lightly against yours as he tilts your chin upwards slightly to capture your lips with his own.

Your lips are the sweetest thing Five has ever tasted, better than cinnamon sugar and honey combined, and when you pull apart for air he gets a bit miffed and curses his lungs for requiring oxygen because kisses are supposed to last forever, just like love.

I love you, Five says, breathless.

Love. The word makes your world spin more than two turns a day and the way his eyes are glassy and faraway and filled with love it just doesn’t help calm your erratic heartbeats at all.

When you don’t say anything, he leans in for more and more and more sweet, gentle kisses.

Five is pretty sure that if circumstances allow, he would label your pair of lips as his and only his, and you would do the same for him, because love and kisses without Five simply feels wrong and incomplete.

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Loving Five is like flying, not because it’s easy or light, but because it forces you to let go of everything you thought you knew. With him, the ground is far beneath you.

It’s a dizzying, breathtaking freefall.

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You watch as the sun sets, shadow sprawled across the endless sea. You sit on the edge of a rock, feet dangling a few centimeters above the sand as you take in the vastness of the ocean and wonder if the story about the little mermaid who turned into foam because she lost her love was true.

It’s depressing, and it makes your heart feel heavy against your chest.

“You always this melancholic, or is it just the view?” Five appears behind you, hair tousled from the sea breeze. Your heart skips a beat.

“Hey to you too.” You smile. The man stands beside you and breathes in the salty smell of the sea.

You look at the setting sun side by side, the laughter of the others filling the silence between you. You like moments like these, where the silence is always comfortable and you don’t have to rack your brains to think of something to say and your thoughts can just wander anywhere from pink, orange-y skies and flying seagulls to the specks of sand that have found their place in Five’s hair.

You want these moments to last, and you keep everything that has happened between you committed in your memory so you can look back on them and reminiscent the memories when he’s gone and away on a job, away from you.

Distance makes the heart grow fonder, and you know no matter how far apart you are in distance (and time), he will always find a way back to you.

“Guys!” Luther’s voice booms from someplace faraway, “We’re leaving for dinner soon!! Diego and Lila are paying tonight!!!”

You stand up to leave after Five starts walking towards the van. You watch as his feet leave footprints in the sand, and how it doesn’t seem to fade away and hopes that it will be like that, always, in your heart.

Five has made a permanent home in your heart, and one day if the footprints in your heart are gone you are sure the house will collapse and knock you out and bury you under. You know you won’t be able to take the pain, because he is that important to you.

You don’t even notice that he had stopped walking and is patiently waiting for you to catch up with him and walk side by side with him, like he always has. You call out. “Hey, Five?”

“If I fall, will you catch me?”

Five blinks, but seconds later his face breaks into a rare smile, a smile that is reserved only for you. The man says nothing and holds out his hand.

I won’t catch you, because—

“I’ll fall with you.”

You smile, slight pressure building behind your eyeballs as you reach out to take his hands. For a moment you forget that he has to wake up early tomorrow to catch the earliest plane, briefcase by the door, and leave you behind again.

“Always.”

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Logan Lucky is such....a Kind movie. It's funny, but still fundamentally kind and empathetic to poor and disabled Appalachians. They're represented without being the butt of the joke, their disabilities impact and motivate them without being a source of pity. It's a heist movie that actually represents characters in poverty and WHY they turn to crime. And it's about love and family. And you can watch stage A of Daniel Craig's southern accent developing in real time.

Come on. Look at him.

Look at them.

And sebastian stan is here!

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happy bi day to my dramatic queens

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And if you dance I'll dance

“May I have this dance?” Morpheus had a shadow of a grin on his face as he bowed to you. You giggled before giving him a curtsy of your own. He held out his hand as the music began to start.

“Why yes, my lord.” you slipped your hands into his and let him pull you into him. His other hand laid gently on your waist as he guided you along the dance floor.

“May I tell you something, starlight.” he had a look of something…familiar on his face.

“Anything.” you tilted your head at the silly question.

“The music, do you by chance remember hearing it before?” you listened before shaking your head. It was a beautiful tune but you didn’t remember hearing it before.

“As common knowledge suggests, I’m in love with you,” he says, shrugging his shoulders like it's something he says everyday. “And this song reminds me of you.”

You chuckled as he dipped you, pulling you back and kissed your cheek. “How?” you asked.

“This tune is soft and sweet but then…” he trails off as he nods his head at the music. The tempo of the music rises, and you hear it. There’s a slight collision of instruments before the music blends together making a symphony of wonderful music.

“It’s beautiful.” You say and Morpheus smiles at you, your favourite conspiratory grin.

“It’s you. Everything about you is beautiful, even melodies in your name.”

“My name? Come on now, don’t be silly.” you joke shoving his shoulder lightly.

“Yes your name, can you dare to guess the song’s name?” Your jaw falls slightly. He’s serious.

“Morpheus…” tears pricked at the corner of your eye, you raised your head and blinked them back.

“My love?”

“You are a sappy romantic deity who makes songs about the mortal he loves.” He laughs slightly drawing some attention from the nearby dancers, deities and minor gods alike.

“I have never claimed otherwise.”

“Can we dance forever?” you say, pleading for the moment of peace you have with him.

“We’ll never stop, even when our shoes wear out.”

You giggle and dance the night away with him, all your worries gone, like they never existed.