#Amadeo/Riccardo

[apoptoses]

written for #VCKinkWeek day 7: aftercare It’s early. Outside the palazzo the sky is grey, shot with pink threads that announce the coming dawn.

Amadeo can see it through the crack in the drapes that surround the bed. His master’s bed. His bed, which feels like home to him at night but becomes a prison at sunrise every morning. He rubs his cheek against the pillow and tries to close his eyes. But the goldwork cherubs that adorn the velvet scrape at his skin. With the blood flowing in him like this, it’s as though he can feel every single metal wrapped thread that presses into his cheek. It makes it impossible to sleep.

And the loneliness that sits in his stomach like a stone doesn’t help either. Or-

Amadeo shifts around restlessly. He rubs his thighs together and clenches his fingers in the sheets. It’s so very difficult to keep from reaching down between his legs.

Not because it’s wrong. He’d shed that particular worry ages ago now (or what seems like ages- months, years, time has no meaning here in the magical city of Venice). Simply because it’s not the same when he’s alone. It’s not at all satisfying, because the thing he wants his master will not give him and he can’t give it to himself. Being fucked with the ivory rod he knows is locked in the cask that sits upon his master’s desk is nothing like having a living being inside him.

When Amadeo turns onto his stomach his cock drags against the sheets. His hiss at the friction is swallowed by the pillow.

He could get up, find a book. Wallow in his master’s bath. Call for wine and attempt to drink himself to sleep. Go down the hall and-

No, he shouldn’t. Disturbing others because he’s a greedy thing, pumped full of his master’s magical blood, it would be wrong of him. He already lords over this house like a little prince. He can’t go about ordering the other boys to satisfy his urges too. He can’t rouse them and plead for them to take care of him because his master cannot.

But perhaps there’s only one boy he need bother.

[AO3]

[aunteat]

Armand/Riccardo The Vampire Chronicle Short

“Riccardo, if you do not come in here at this instant, then I will be forced to drink the rest of this bottle alone and likely be ill on Master’s fine sheets.”

“Amadeo!” 

“And what will the good Master say when he sees that his eldest boy has allowed me to fall into such a state?

[tulinokkaelain]

Armand & Riccardo bringing flowers for Marius. ✨️❤️

[nanathebunny]

albinus, riccardo and amadeo

[inexplicablepeas]

Thinking about Marius telling a fledgling Amadeo that no, he won't turn Bianca and Riccardo for him and having bitter arguments about it and then 500 years later after Armand goes into the sun he's turning Sybelle and Benji without a second thought.

He got his leggy blonde and his childlike caretaker in the end.

[agathah]

some riccardo and amadeo hehe

[anepotter]

Yes, we love you | Riccardo & Amadeo / Armand | fanart by @anepotter

"Yes, we love you," said Riccardo, pushing back his black hair and winking at me, his skin so smooth and dark compared to the others. His eyes were fiercely black. He clutched my hand and I saw his long thin fingers.

- The Vampire Armand

[apoptoses]

what if drinking cocktails at the hotel danieli bar and reading anne's journals about her own stay at the danieli in 1996 was the actual high point of my life and it's all downhill from here

[armandposting]

i don't WANT to see it because it wpuld hurt me forever but I also do sort of hope we eventually get flashbacks to armand as amadeo and how that all ended. because I don't think people who have only seen him on the show will be ready for how he was as a human child. he DID defend himself and have defiance and tried to defend so many others as well and all it does is just get his life absolutely fucking wrecked. augh.

like the passivity that defines him now only really shows up as a function of what the children of darkness do to him and marius and his brothers. as amadeo he's absolutely being groomed by marius and always under that power but he also gets into screaming matches with him until marius beats him bloody. he's afraid of marius at times but rarely enough that he just does what hes told without a fight if he doesn't want to. which is also how his relationship was with his dad before he was ever kidnapped. he wanted things! he made decisions in defiance of others with power over him! even after being enslaved this is true. its just that he gets power taken from him over time and over time until it culminates in the cult shit and then he's fucked. because what the children of darkness do is show him that it doesn't matter that you're a vampire, it doesn't matter how strong you are, it won't save anyone you love and it won't save you. and in fact the harder you fight the more your own evil nature is going to do the work to destroy those you love without us even having to help. because the last straw isn't anything that's done to him. it's when the children of darkness feed him his best friend when he's starving. they put him in the position to do the final awful thing so that it's no longer their fault. it's his now. can't come back from that one!

[lesbians4armand]

thought about amadeo and riccardo a little too hard while drinking i want to kms

[johnnydeppangelforever]

[arcadianambivalence]

What @beneath-the-willow-tree said

honestly my dearest hope for post-divorce armand is that he's gone back to amadeo-style party girl days. he's drinking the drug blood, he's dancing in the club, he's sucking and fucking anything that moves, he's flying under the influence and crashing into walls, he's puking blood and come into public bathroom sinks. the reason nobody can find him is that armand himself can't keep track of where he is or where he's going, all cities look the same when you're an old man who hasn't come down off speed for a solid month.

[killer-laurent]

Albinus, Amadeo and Riccardo 🌙 Commission for phiramni (on X/Twitter)

[sizeofyoursoul]

One of the boys bought me a small wonder because I stared at it. It was a ticking watch. I couldn’t grasp the theory of it, this tiny ticking thing, all encrusted with jewels, and not all the hands pointed at the sky would teach me. At last with a shock I realized: It was, beneath its filigree and paint, its strange glass and bejeweled frame, a tiny clock! I closed my hand on it and felt dizzy. I had never known clocks to be anything but great venerable things in bell towers or on walls. “I carry time now,” I whispered in Greek, looking to my friends. “Amadeo,” said Riccardo. “Count the hours for me.” I wanted to say that this prodigious discovery meant something, something personal. It was a message to me from some other too hastily and perilously forgotten world. Time was not time anymore and never would be. The day was not the day, nor the night the night. I couldn’t articulate it, not in Greek, nor any tongue, nor even in my feverish thoughts. I wiped the sweat from my forehead. I squinted into the brilliant sun of Italy. My eyes clapped upon the birds who flew in great flocks across the sky, like tiny pen strokes made to flap in unison. I think I whispered foolishly, “We are in the world.”

Armand, The Vampire Armand by Anne Rice

[beneath-the-willow-tree]

This book is fucking wild and not even in the way I was expecting. I mean, it is, but it’s also not. There’s sword fighting! When I heard about Amadeo dying via poisoned dagger I did not think it was going to be from a duel that he kind of won.

TVA gives me extreme emotional whiplash because on one hand, I adore Armand, and anything involving him delights me because it’s him and I love him. But on the other hand… Jesus Christ.

[armandposting]

also the way that amadeo felt special and chosen as a teenager would have slowly turned inside out as he aged and saw the reality of his status... like riccardo was also bought. probably most of them were. why is he the only one not allowed to grow and change and leave. amc marius answer quickly and NOT racistly