#AS YOU CAN SEE I'M RIDIN THRU THE CITY HAVIN A FUCKIN BLAST BABY HAHA

[lotstradamus]

the sin and the mess we're in by ringfinger (wip) - '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.”'

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.'

a haunting just for company by valkyrisms (wip) - '"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."

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?”'

open up your skull, I'll be there by typefortydeductions - 'Armand turns up in New York, and then he leaves. Daniel's not having that.'

whip in my valise by firstaudrina - '“I thought you weren’t coming back,” Armand said. “Yeah,” Daniel said, the word an aggravated pull. “Well.”'

I Give You All a Boy Could Give You by maleikha - 'For days, in Dubai, he wanted Daniel’s trembling hands to fist in his hair and tug. The need is even greater now that they are steady.'

unzipped by sleepdeprivedsurgeon (wip) - 'Better to rip the band-aid off. Push the baby bird out of the nest and hope its wings aren’t too weak to carry it. Daniel opens his laptop and sets it on the bed between the two of them. “Origins comma Delhi,” he reads. “Renaissance portraiture comma MDR. I’m assuming that’s your maker. Prostitution comma Venice. I haven’t opened them, but they’re all here.”'

different for vampires by Ariaste (wip) - '“And you say that Armand was…” Daniel checked his notepad. “Telling you all this via the medium of song and choreographed dance. And, I quote, ‘in black and white, a la Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers.’” “Well,” said Lestat with an expansive gesture. “Figuratively.” Daniel gripped his patience with both hands, but that didn’t seem to help much.'

drawing in a subject by nestorius - 'Armand interrupts.'

give me a sign, i want to believe by myrmeraki (wip) - 'Daniel expected Armand to step away, to close the door, and to leave entirely after he set his glasses down and threw his socks into the closet hamper. But he stood stock-still as a statue, the only evidence of life the movement of his eyes as he tracked Daniel’s steps around his bedroom. Fucking creep. They had another staring contest after Daniel pulled out a pair of pajama pants and an undershirt. Armand stepped over the threshold and sat cross-legged on the chest at the end of Daniel’s bed. He moved through the air as if he wasn’t bound by gravity as mortals were, or even as lesser vampires like Daniel were. “I won’t look unless you ask me to,” Armand said, and what a choice of words that was.'

any chance for a spare old man daniel/armand fic rec? 🙏🏻🙏🏻🥺

in the details by infinitevariety - 'a turning point. immediately post-s2.'

hell is: by cannibalenthusiast - 'Daniel drinks another martini and a half, says, “You’re lucky I’m on blood thinners. I used to handle my liquor way better,” as he sets the unfinished drink on the table and offers Armand his arm again. Armand sits next to him this time, their bodies turned in toward each other as he cradles Daniel’s arm and drinks. The blood gives him a headrush, and he blinks rapidly to attempt to clear his vision. This time he leaves the wound for longer, lets blood drip down toward Daniel’s wrist before he laps it up. “Fuck,” Daniel murmurs as he watches. “That’s more like it.”'

I like your getup, if you know what I mean by cannibalenthusiast - 'His brain conjures the image of Rashid standing primly with a plush towel draped over his slim wrist. “For your jizz, Mister Molloy,” he says. Daniel snorts and spits onto his hand.'

the fog eating the night by tei - 'If Louis had wanted him alive, he'd have escorted him out himself. But he hadn't. He'd left Daniel standing there stunned, and walked out like none of this had mattered to him at all. Whether he meant to or not, Louis had given Daniel to Armand.'

old habits by tei - '"You're fucked up, you know that?" Daniel says. "Do you really like that shit? Or is it just a habit for you by now?"'

hell and you by quensty - 'With respect to Daniel’s life, pain in the ass is spelled A-R-M-A-N-D.'

strange mutations by leavethebes - 'Armand’s done it to him once before—gored him through the stomach, gutted him like a fish, snipped his gills off, and drained him right down to the fluttering valves of his heart. Left Daniel little more than a shriveled husk of a person, and somehow Daniel is back here anyway, on his knees in front of Armand and begging for the oblivion that was promised.'

you know that one tweet that's like 'iwtv is like porn for people who are into such weird shit that sex isn't even involved anymore?' yea