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I'm curious about your thoughts for present day Armand/Daniel. How do you think starting their romance when their both vampires now changes their character arcs and dynamic? It feels crucial that Daniel was human and Armand was a vampire. Granted this is assuming the show is not doing a past version as well.

i'm so sorry, this has been sitting in my drafts for ages; this is such an interesting question, thank you! this was sent in reference to this post about book canon devil's minion. if there's anything here i can clarify on, let me know; this might be a little disjointed as i've jumped in and out of working on it for a week and a half!

i think that it's a little complicated overall, but not in a way that makes a good (for the viewer, not healthy) relationship impossible in the show! i think assad and eric both really love their characters and it's pretty clear to me that they're absolutely fighting for us dm fans. and given the recent interviews with rolin saying that everything between them has been devil's minion so far, i'm certain we'll end up well fed!

i'd love for there to be a past relationship that armand has taken from daniel, and i do genuinely think that it is a potential way they might take it. however, if we're going by the assumption that they aren't, i actually think it will work pretty well! there are obvious dynamic shifts between them, but that was never not going to happen, given the changes the show made to book canon (generally for the better! i think they've handled almost everything very well).

i think that a relationship starting between them with them both being vampires wouldn't work if it had been in the 70s, but i actually think it being old daniel works really well.

obviously the chase is a really really important part of the development of their relationship, but i can see it playing out in both directions; daniel chasing armand because 'what the fuck, man? you turn me and leave?' and on the other end, armand following daniel to keep him safe from other vampires, given he's pulling a lot of negative vampire attention towards him. i'd love for armand to appear for a night, engage in an argument or simply just appear wherever daniel is, then vanish again. i think that there is still a lot that can be played with in regards to the way that armand interacts with daniel as a fascinating creature and a step between the world and him.

i do think that this armand is a lot more in tune with the modern world in comparison to book armand, but i don't necessarily think that's a bad thing. book armand was living in a very different context; he and louis had been separated for a while before daniel was approached, and armand had essentially been drifting since then. a young man who connected with the world, as directly as daniel was trying to, was something that book armand needed. i think that now, with the wound of a very explosive separation from louis, he needs something different. someone (relatively) steady and also someone able to call armand on his own bullshit and lies. daniel has not lost his connection to the world around him, nor his nature of wanting the truth and to see the world. i'll come back to that in a minute.

i think the changes made to daniel match very well with the changes made to armand. older daniel is a lot more direct than younger daniel, and i think that young daniel, while being willing to stand for what he wants, did not have the power to set hard boundaries and expectations. older daniel, both because of life experience and because he is a vampire, comes at it with a little more equal footing. i think that he also knows how to look for armand's red flags, and i think that will help. i don't think that there will ever not be an inherent power dynamic between them, but that's part of the fun. i also think that daniel being more able to sidestep that dynamic.

but the key thing, i think, is that daniel, as he is in the show, understands how to live. maybe not well, but he has lived a full life in a way that armand has not had the opportunity to. i think that vampirism is a way for daniel to reconnect to living, and given the small snippet we've already seen of him, he's thrown himself into it. a book tour, hunting, having fun with mind-reading during interviews, i think he's reveling in what's been given to him. this is something louis was attempting to do with his photography, though the show very specifically makes commentary that he is not managing to connect with his subject matter in a way that daniel is. (i'll come back to this in a different post because it's interesting and i have commentary). armand needs that connection, this armand, book armand, both of them need a new connection to life, and i think that older daniel is a brilliant match.

i don't think armand could ever not love his fledgling. i don't think he could ever not end up obsessed with any fledgling he makes. armand loves completely, fully, and obsessively. his love consumes him enough that he reshapes himself to fit the other person. and given how significant a fledgling is to him, i don't think there could ever not be some sort of relationship there. this is doubled by the fact that armand is so unused to -- and terrified of -- dealing with loneliness, and the breakup with louis means that i think he will be actively seeking the presence of others, specifically daniel, even if that's following him at a distance.

and i'm a little sad at the lack of mind reading that will happen between them, because armand planting thoughts into daniel's head is a personal favourite from the books, but i think they have the potential to play with the sire-fledgling bond instead, which i'm curious about!

i also think it's super important to remember that the next season is the vampire lestat, not the queen of the damned, and that the devil's minion chapter takes place during the space of over ten years. while it's been confirmed that elements of qotd will feature, and i don't think they'll set daniel and armand aside, but it's still very distinctly lestat's turn in with the talking stick, as it were. and i think that it'll be a very good thing for daniel to learn more about armand; the children of darkness (or satan, in the books) is super important and i think that it'll be really interesting to get daniel responding to it.

either way, i think it's going to be good. i know assad and eric are so passionate about it, and rolin has also been very clear about its presence. i trust them to make choices that are justified with the characters, are interesting for the plot, and have good thematic influences.

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A Conversation with Leo Sawikin at the Troubadour

photos and words by Danielle Holmberg

2021 was a strange year. Being put into lockdown took a lot of us by surprise. There was a sense of being lost and unsure floating in the air. We were scared, trying to find new ways to keep our sanity and peace of mind. Singer and songwriter Leo Sawikin was just like the rest of us. Trying to find a place to put his emotions and worries, he decided to channel them into hope with his first solo project, Row Me Away. Leo uses his way with words to create an album of flowy, melodic songs that we could all sing along to during such an off and dark time.

Three years later, he has brought that same feeling of hope and wonder with his new single, “Till You’re Somebody Else.” Leo paints a picture for us with lyrics like “There is so much more than what’s under our feet / Soon, we’ll all be gone / But, when the sun explodes a new day will dawn.” Leo transcends us into a place of curiosity and perplexity that we all go through often. We’re so stuck in the moment until we open up and see that things are always in motion, and so are we. We’re in a constant state of change and that’s a beautiful thing that we cherish.

I had the chance to sit with Leo on the first night of his tour with Jon McLaughlin at the beginning of May and talk a little bit more about his music.

D: This is the first night of your tour with Jon McLaughlin! How are you feeling? Any cities that you’re particularly excited for? L: It feels awesome! I’m really excited about seeing this part of the country. I haven’t seen much of the West Coast, other than just the major cities. But you get to see lots of nature that way, which is always really cool. I’m really excited to go back to San Diego. I was there in 2019 and it’s a beautiful city. I’m pretty much excited for all the cities. I haven’t been to Arizona before so seeing the desert part of the country will be exciting. I’m ready to see Portland for the first time. It seems like such an original place. I recorded in Seattle but never performed a show there so I'm really excited to be playing a show there as well. D: I think it’s so cool that you recorded with the producer for Modest Mouse and The Shins! Those are two of my favorite bands. I don’t know if they were inspirations for you but you can feel that vibe in your music. L: I feel like it's the producer’s process. I mean, he's worked with artists of every single genre. I feel like the thing that ties them all together is that he just knows how to get an artist to express their innermost truth in the recording process. And to be the best version of themselves as an artist. And it's through letting you make the decisions and be the driver creatively. D: Your new single is getting a lot of attention! It has 50K views on YouTube with just a lyric video. Who were you hoping to reach when you recorded that? L: I wouldn't say any particular audience.I just wanted, It was for me I think more than anything. I wanted to do the song the way that I heard it and whoever was into it would like it. I feel like that’s the best way I can put it. I wanted something that was pop-y and relatable, but that was a reflection of what I like to hear in my music, I guess.

D: During Covid, a lot of people were making banana bread and playing Animal Crossing, but you made a whole album. How did Row Me Away come to life and how big of an impact did the lockdown have on making that album? L: We actually recorded that in 2019 right before the Pandemic. But I mean, I guess the impact was that it was a flop because of the lockdown. D: Oh man, I'm sorry. L: That's okay. There was really nothing we could do. We waited like, I want to say seven or eight months before we put out our first single. And then we tried to do a radio campaign in England and We didn't know how to really make that one work at the end of the day. And I think a lot of it was the way we were approaching Spotify at the time. We just didn't understand how to make it work. But yeah, the pandemic definitely made that album not happen so well. But It was nice that the themes on the album kind of carried over into the pandemic. When I was writing a lot of those songs, I was thinking about climate change and the other challenges that we face as a species. And all those lyrics just also applied to being in the pandemic as well. I feel that even then that message still carries on beyond the pandemic.

D: Who or what were your inspirations when writing? L: I'd say that before this record, I was always very influenced by Brian Wilson and Burt Bacharach and the more complex pop writers of the sixties and seventies. I always wanted that kind of wrecking crew sound on everything. So we would track with a lot of musicians and I kind of was pretty consistent about that. And then after the Pandemic when I worked with Phil, I wanted to make a record that reflected some of my earlier influences and the stuff that I listened to growing up. A lot of The Cure, Smashing Pumpkins, Shoegaze, Brit pop, and all that great stuff. I'd say that was the most significant change between this most recent and Row Me Away. D: Those who follow you on Instagram know you're kind of a foodie and a cook. So what's your go-to comfort food and what's one dish you think everyone should learn how to cook? L: My go-to comfort food is probably Veal Parmesan. It’s so good. That is New York City cuisine at its finest. You can definitely do it wrong. But when it's good, it's just simple joy, Cheese, sauce, and crispy veal cutlet. It's awesome and my favorite thing to cook. I think everyone should learn how to make a simple tomato sauce. Definitely never add garlic. That’s unforgivable. D: All right, last question. What's next after the tour? L: We're just gonna keep pushing the radio stuff. After this leg, we're going out again in June and then in September with John again. So we'll be doing Asheville to Columbia and then after that we're gonna do like a northeast tour, which I'm excited for. The last show is gonna be a hometown show, which is the perfect way to end the tour.

Check out Leo's newest single, “Till You’re Somebody Else,” here, and be sure to follow him for the latest tour updates!

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Masterlist

Subject of Interest — fans love carlos’ girlfriend and her unhinged comments and photography hobby

Adore, Amour, Inamorato — charles’ new girlfriend receives a lot of hate for her seemingly joblessness

Bananas for You — fans are stumped when both charles and logan start soft launching new relationships. the big reveal is even more shocking

Melting Hearts — Ferrari hires a chocolatier to cater for their anniversary celebrations! The chocolate isn’t the only thing to melt

Scream Queen — charles loves his girlfriend so much — and he makes it everyone else’s problem

Share the Spotlight — an unofficial fan account gets a little unhinged until it doesn’t…

Unsolved — when charles admits to listening to unsolved, Ferrari take it upon themselves to play matchmaker

Winner’s Circle — max, charles, and y/n are the stars of redbull, ferrari, and aston martin (and their relationship is the star of the internet)

Daddy Daughter Date — george takes his daughters out for a daddy/daughters date day

Your Day — jenson spoils his partner on their birthday

Finally — lando’s girlfriend finally graduates from college and comes along on for this amazing season

Finally Forever — lando finally gets the girl - forever

Glazed and Confused — when lando fails to make a simple mug, fans direct him towards your YouTube channel

Unexpected Roommate — when moving in with his girlfriend, lando gets confronted with the new side of her pet

Bananas for You — fans are stumped when both charles and logan start soft launching new relationships. the big reveal is even more shocking

Friendly Banquet — logan gets chosen to host the end of the year dinner and that means the grid meets his partner

Picture Perfect — logan’s girl travels with him as his personal photographer

Pole Position — after a(nother) bad race, logan does as anyone in Vegas does — drinks himself into a couple of bottles, meets the newest stripper in the club, and marries her? …wait what??

Season 2 - Electric Boogaloo — y/n, redbull’s second driver, is back and ready to terrorize the grid! falling in love with her best friend wasn’t in her plans

Sick Day — logan’s sick girlfriend is apparently on death’s door

The Story of Us — logan and you have been keeping a secret from everyone but it might be time for it to come out

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Max and his Duckies Rookies Masterlist — A series based on the 2025 season about Max and his newly adopted grid kids and his pregnant girlfriend

To Paint a Picture Masterlist — y/n webber swore was done with formula 1 and race drivers forever. max is determined to change her mind

Three Hearts Left — fans (and friends) are shocked when they find max is married and to who

White Dog Cafe — while daniel forgets plans made with max, max has a meet-cute

Winner’s Circle — max, charles, and y/n are the stars of redbull, ferrari, and aston martin (and their relationship is the star of the internet)

A Perfect Storm — meet dr. alice “barbie” sargaent, professional storm chaser

Aftermath of a Storm — people are shocked to learn about alice and oscar

Taken from Me — while traveling with pierre, your childhood pet is put down

Bad Days — when you have a truly awful day, your driver is there to help

Fatherhood Looks Good On You

Chronological Masterlist

Week of Romance

What Happens in Vegas…

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pairing: lando norris x ricciardo!reader summary: after being caught hooking up with lando, you both decide it would be good for your images to fake date. too bad you hate each other. notes: been loving enemies to lovers rn🫣 masterlist

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f1gossip New WAG alert? After a night of partying, Lando Norris was pictured kissing Y/n Ricciardo outside the club! Onlookers claim they then went home together after this👀 He was seen having a private dinner with another girl just a few days ago and rumored to have brought a different girl on his ski trip a few weeks ago.

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user lando is on a streak LOL

user this is so random?!? i was not expecting this duo but im here for it HAHA

user no cause she rarely attends races but when she does shes never seen with lando?😭

user omg he better not play my girl, I love y/n

user WHAT DOES DANIEL THINK OF THIS OMG

user I wanna read the family gc so bad...

user wait they would be so cute

user is he finally settling down omg

user I hope so, I lowkey see them together

user im here for it!! shes so much better than these other girls hes been seen with

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danny what. were. you. thinking. you're in so much trouble missy call me ASAP!!!

y/bff/n LANDO NORRIS?!?!? WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM BEING A PIECE OF SHIT??? girl we need to debrief last night

lando norris we need to talk

Fucking fantastic.

Based on your notifications, you put two and two together and realized you were paparazzi'd with none other than the man you hated the most. You and Lando had a very complicated relationship to say the least. You had met when your brother, Daniel, joined McLaren and from the start he had given you the cold shoulder. You didn't know what you did wrong and tried to be kind to him, but after a while you stopped when he dismissed you like a child. You thought you would get along with him after Danny had told you about his interest in photography. You yourself were a photographer and decided to take the year traveling with your brother to capture some photos in F1, but you had figured the fame was getting to Lando especially after his breakup with his girlfriend. He was starting to bring different girls to the garage in every race and you would never see them again after.

You remember your last interaction with him in the McLaren garage in the final race of the '22 season was when the complicated part of your relationship began.

"What are you doing here, y/n? This is a place for serious professionals, not hobbyists."

"Lando, always the charmer. I'm here to photograph greatness."

"Greatness? You wouldn't know greatness if it lapped you on the track."

"Well, I'm pretty sure greatness doesn't come with an ego the size of your car."

"Watch your tone, y/n. This is a dangerous place, not a playground for kids."

"I can handle myself, Lando. Unlike some people, I don't need a helmet to protect my head."

Both your eyes were filled with hatred as they interlocked, each refusing to back down. As the race begins, y/n continues to snap photos, capturing Lando's intense focus and determination.

After the race, both Lando and Daniel were disappointed they were not able to get into the podium on their last race of the season. Your brother asked for some time alone so you approached Lando, camera in hand, knowing it would be the last time you were in the same garage as him.

"Tough race, Lando. I got some incredible shots, though."

"Don't patronize me, y/n."

"You know for what it's worth, I saw a different side of you on the track this season. It's like you're fighting not just against other drivers, but against something within yourself.

"What are you talking about?"

"I may be the younger sister of your teammate, but I'm not blind. There's more to you than the arrogant facade you put on."

After that conversation, you began seeing Lando less and less considering your brother was now racing in AlphaTauri and you were hardly at the paddock anymore. The few times you did see Lando, the tension had shifted into something different. But it was now winter break and you and Lando were both back in Monaco.

You had gone out last night and you did not believe your luck when you saw Lando in the same club with a smirk on his face. Determined to show you could rise above the tension, you decided to lose herself in the pulsating rhythm of the music. As you moved to the beat, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you found yourself face-to-face with none other than Lando.

"Surprised to see me, princess?" He looked at you with a mocking smile knowing the nickname would rile you up.

"Surprised to see you alone at a club and not wrapped up with some girl? Yes, actually."

"Didn't take you for the jealous type, I like it."

Against your better judgment, you found herself drawn into banter with him. The tension between you turned into a strange kind of chemistry as you exchanged barbs, each remark escalating in intensity. A few drinks were exchanged and you slowly began to lose your guard around him and eventually ending up on his bed that night.

You groaned at the memory of last night's mistake and decided it was best to text Lando back before anyone else to get your story straight. He quickly replied saying he was on his way and you began to straighten yourself up.

"You know usually when I hook up with a girl I don't see her the next morning. Consider yourself lucky y/n."

"Still arrogant as ever, even when we're both fucked right now."

"Well you're a little more fucked than I am really."

"Just get in here Lando." You opened the door to let him in and quickly shut it afraid you would be pictured together again.

"I've got good news for you sweetheart. My team has made a plan to sort this mess out."

"Go on with it. What is it?"

"Jeez feisty in the mornings, heh? But congratulations, you are officially my girlfriend, we've been dating for a few weeks now and have kept it under wraps to figure out our feelings for each other privately."

"A fake relationship? That's your solution? No fucking way."

Lando sighed and rolled his head back in annoyance. He knew you were immediately going to shut this idea down but he had planned what he was going to say beforehand and knew what to say to convince you.

"You think I want to do this? My team needs me to do this, I haven't exactly looked like a saint these past few weeks and hooking up with my friend's sister behind his back isn't going to make me look any better."

"And what's that got to do with me?"

"Well in case you haven't noticed, this doesn't look good on your part either princess. There's some hateful people on the internet already slut shaming you and saying you betrayed your brother. If we tell people we were already dating prior to these pictures, it lessens the hate. Not only that, are you really going to tell Danny you had a meaningless one night stand with one of his friends?"

You knew he had a point. Danny wasn't going to be happy if he found out about the brewing tension between you and Lando.

"Please y/n, the internet already likes us together. This would be good for us."

"Lando Norris saying please? Wow, never thought I'd see the day." You genuinely were shocked at his desperateness for you to agree, you didn't think about how this affected him as much it did you.

"Yeah, yeah. It's only for a few months then we could go back to pretending we dont exist to each other."

"Okay fine, just for a few months. And I'm doing this for Danny, not for you." You quickly agreed not really thinking it would be that big of a deal. Just a few posts and appearances together and this would be over before you knew it.

"I knew you'd give in." Lando gave you one of his infamous smirks and planted a kiss in the corner of your mouth. "Now come on we need some pictures to make this convincing."

And so it begins.

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user OMFG

user im actually so happy theyre so cute😭❤️

user WHAT WAS DANNYS REACTION

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danielricciardo on the next flight to monaco btw. maxverstappen1 yourusername ooouuu you're in troubleeee user LMFAO MAX user WAIT DID DANIEL NOT KNOW???

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user AHAHAH he doesn't seem too happy user 💀

user am I tripping or is he holding y/ns camera🥹

user it looks like the one she always has on her I LOVE THEM ALREADY

user my new roman empire I won't shut up about them from now on

user wasn't lando just with other girls?

user he can have female friends!! its not impossible

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from this request:

You are a 21-year-old junior. You had traveled to Spain after applying for a scholarship to a renowned university to study one of your greatest passions: photography. Since you were little, you had begun to develop a love for the camera, capturing the important moments around you. When your parents gave you a camera for your 6th birthday, you knew that was what you wanted to do for the rest of your life: capturing important moments, or the beautiful things you always managed to see when you went out.

At 13, when they used to ask you what you wanted to do at school, your classmates and sometimes your teachers would make fun of you, although you always thought they were the stupid ones for not wanting to follow what they really wanted but instead following what made the most money.

From police officers and soldiers to soccer players and singers were the most repeated answers in your classroom. When it was your turn to answer the question, a few seconds passed before the entire classroom erupted in mocking laughter. Some even whispered that you would starve to death while you simply ignored them. The passion for it was what ran through your veins; the mockery no longer hurt you.

At 17, you had managed to participate in an exhibition at a local gallery, where you were able to display some of the photographs you had captured throughout your life.

The following year, you applied to a university in Barcelona. You wanted to change your surroundings and see what new things you would discover. It had been three years since you made that important decision, and you were already stretched thin with the rent on your small apartment, not very habitable, but sufficient for the basics (sleeping, bathing).

It was a cozy place. In the afternoons, it was filled with students with their laptops, and in the mornings, it was usually adults or people who obviously worked in important companies. It was always like that, until one day someone you never thought you'd meet showed up in person. Two of the greatest players from the most important and famous local team: FC Barcelona.

It's not that you were entirely ignorant on those matters; you knew Barcelona was a place where soccer was lived and breathed, so you'd learned something from your coworkers and classmates, but it never occurred to you that you'd meet a world-class athlete.

You listened from your seat as Daniel took the order while you felt and listened to Alicent and Grace talking about how good they looked in person. From what you'd been able to hear, it was Alexia and Marta, both team captains, or well, that's what Grace had told you when you asked who they were (after scolding you and telling you you were completely ignorant).

"Your duty will be to deliver the order. I don't trust either of these two to approach them, understand, Guiri?" You looked at him silently, processing what he'd called you, then nodded. "I've been here for three years, and I speak Spanish and Catalan better than you, silly." Daniel laughed at your words and then walked past you, checking on the girls and giving them the order not to deliver anything.

Meanwhile, you started cleaning the counter, waiting for one of your friends to yell out that the order was ready, listening to the murmurs of the customers. You liked that moment; you could always see the different customers as a different world. You often started thinking and creating stories about what their lives could be like, how they got their scars, or what they did for work, what their homes were like. Grace often accompanied you during those breaks and gave you more ideas of what they would be like.

You were staring at a fixed point on the wall until you felt someone tugging at your apron. You quickly turned around to find your best friend, reaching for where the already-made order was placed. You sighed softly before whispering your thanks and going to deliver the order to the table.

You came out from behind the counter, walking calmly, holding two Americanos, a piece of cake, and a croissant. You arrived and, with a soft whisper, asking permission so as not to interrupt the conversation you were having, placed the food on the table. "Do you need anything else?" You stood up straight, waiting for an answer. "No, thank you very much." The one you recognized as Marta replied, "Okay, enjoy." She gave a small smile and returned to your place behind the counter.

"What did they say? Is it true they're prettier in person? What do you think of them?" You began to feel dizzy at the questions that kept coming from your friends and colleagues.

"Stop bothering the Guiri, you two lesbians thirsty for beautiful women." Daniel appeared ready to rescue you, while giving the girls little pushes. "There are more orders to make, go to work, that's what we're paid for." You thanked him and went to do your job as well.

The days had passed, and you were in the middle of a work break in the cafeteria (actually, you'd taken two days off to work on a university project). On Thursday afternoon, you left your apartment and headed to the cafeteria. You thought that by leaving your small apartment, you might have more ideas for the project, and what better place than there.

When you arrived, everything was calm, more so than usual, although it didn't seem strange to you. You sat at your self-proclaimed table, one that was in a small, quiet corner, not too close to the windows but not too far either. You liked that because it made you uncomfortable for people passing by to see you sitting there, but at the same time, you liked it because you could look outside without anyone looking back. The internet was also great there, so the editing software worked wonderfully, even though your laptop couldn't run many programs anymore due to the time you'd had it.

It had been two hours since you'd arrived at the cafeteria. Every now and then, Daniel or Pablo (another cafeteria worker, but on a different shift than yours) would come over to ask if you needed anything or offer you something to eat, which you always declined. You weren't hungry, and you didn't have much money to spend on such a treat. Less than 10 minutes earlier, Daniel had come over to ask if you wanted anything when, once again, you felt a burning gaze.

At first, you didn't think anything of it. Normally, when it happened like this, it was because some guy was trying to convince himself to approach you and buy you something, or sometimes, you assumed, it was because someone was lost in their thoughts while staring at you. This time, it wasn't like that.

When you turned around to see where and from whom the gaze you felt was coming from, you locked eyes with a very pretty brunette who was apparently accompanied by a tall blonde. You stood admiring her, almost as if you'd had a crush on this stranger. The girl looked at you again, this time being caught, and showing a cute blush as she gave you a shy smile. You, on the other hand, stood there doing nothing, your expression neutral as your heart raced, thinking of a thousand scenarios about why she kept looking at you and giving you those smiles that seemed harmless.

But they weren't; there was nothing harmless about them when they were capable of making your heart flutter so hard while you felt your cheeks heat up and it became harder to breathe normally, accompanied by that feeling so movie-like like butterflies in your stomach. Although this felt more like 500 elephants fighting inside your abdomen, trying to get out of there.

When you came to your senses again two minutes later, you no longer saw the brunette standing in front of the counter, causing you to quickly start searching the entire place, still trying not to look like a stalker. But when you didn't see it in the usual places that customers chose, you let out a resigned sigh as you turned your gaze back to the computer that was crying out for your attention so it could end the suffering of working.

You were about to continue working when, out of the corner of your eye, you saw a shadow sit down in front of you. You felt that excitement again, wondering if it was the brunette from a few minutes ago, but your disappointment was great when you saw Grace, a colleague and university colleague, as well as your best friend back in Spain, sit down in front of you, also taking out her laptop and starting to work after greeting you cheerfully. You only responded with a small nod.

And so it went for another 30 minutes, when someone stopped your exhaustive work (which consisted of choosing a photo, looking at it, rating it as the best one, only to realize it wasn't, then starting to search for a new one on your camera card, and then repeating the cycle again), you looked up, finding a tall, green-eyed blonde already looking at you with a warm smile.

"Sorry to bother you. You're obviously busy, but my friend thought you were pretty and wanted to know if she could have your number… I'm sorry if I'm the one asking, but she's being really shy, usually she's not" You felt your cheeks blush when you heard the blonde speak. You looked at Grace, hoping she would somehow help you, but when you turned to look at her, her mouth was slightly open, as were her eyes, and she seemed more in shock than you.

You decided to look away when the girl looked into your eyes, nervous to see what she would do or how she would react. You continued with your process of choosing a photo.

"If you don't want to, that's fine. I don't want to bother you either." Hearing her voice again, you reacted as you turned to look at her. "Sure, sure, I can." You sounded more desperate than you intended. You cleared your throat and spoke again with a smile. "Sure, no problem."

You looked for some paper to write on and a pencil that wrote well to begin writing your number. When you finished, you handed it to her, still with a stunned smile on your face.

"There's the number… and the name, you know." When you said the last thing, your voice trembled a little, but it seemed the other girl didn't notice. She simply gave you a small nod while murmuring a soft thank you and left for her table, where the brunette was already waiting for her.

Days passed, exactly 4 since you gave your number to a stranger for her friend, whom you fell in love with, and you were back at work without the stress of having to hand in some project the teacher had come up with to ruin his students' lives.

It was around 9 o'clock when, while you were helping Alicent place the orders, Daniel approached you two. "Y/N, I need you to help Grace deliver the orders. I'll stay behind to help Alicent finish." You turned around as you left the cloth you were previously using on the counter. "Sure, I'll let you know if anything happens or if you need anything."

You began placing the coffees and sides on a tray while looking at the receipts to see which table they were on so you wouldn't make a mistake when delivering. You politely greeted some customers, and with the regulars, you stayed a few more minutes to chat with them before leaving to continue delivering.

You were going for the last coffee, a simple order, coffee with a ham sandwich at table 9. You were distracted as you tried to avoid some small children who had come with their parents and also backpacks lying on the floor that could make you fall.

When you arrived, still looking at the floor and some kids apologizing for the mess, you left your coffee on the table while whispering a soft greeting, this time going unanswered.

You looked up and found the brunette from a few days ago, this time sitting alone at your favorite table, a tender blush covering her cheeks.

You saw her open her mouth, wanting to reply, only to close it again. It caused you a bit of amusement and tenderness; she looked like a fish opening and closing its mouth.

"If you need anything else, you can go to the counter or ask my colleague." You turned around and went back to helping Alicent or Daniel. As much as you wanted to stay and talk to the pretty stranger, if Daniel saw you, he might scold you, and that was the last thing you wanted at that moment.

Half an hour after that brief encounter, you saw her again, this time at the counter, as if she were looking for something or someone. It was Alicent who helped her, since Daniel was on the phone in his office. The moment her gaze met mine, she fell silent.

Seeing this, Alicent followed the brunette's gaze to where she was still staring, almost hypnotized, and found you, who also stood there, like an idiot, staring at her.

Alicent let out a small laugh, which brought you out of the small trance you were in. You moved, not knowing where you were as you heard the brunette talking to your companion again. Apparently, she wasn't Spanish or Catalan, but her accent still made it very clear that she wasn't a local.

You walked over to where the dessert samples were placed and began to place them where they were missing while you were lost in your thoughts, until you felt someone give you a push from behind you. It was Alicent, who was pointing behind you where the brunette was standing calmly waiting for your attention.

"Sorry, do you need anything?" You quickly approached, leaving Alicent behind to see if the girl needed anything.

"Hi… sorry to bother you, but my friend asked for your number a few days ago." You fell silent upon hearing that. Had the blonde made a mistake, or was she trying to play a joke on her? "I wish I could have asked you in person and not through other people." You let out the unintentional sigh you were holding as a smile slowly appeared on your face.

"Ummm… sure, I guess it was the best thing, or well, the ideal… sorry." Your voice trembled with nerves.

"Francisca, but my friends call me Kika. Nice to meet you." You saw her hand extended towards you and without hesitation, you took it in yours. It felt soft.

The visits to the cafe where you worked were becoming more frequent, sometimes with teammates like Ellie, Esme, Frido, Alexia, Aitana, or Ingrid. All her friends had noticed Kika's crush on the girl who usually served them, so they always made more orders when she delivered their coffees. Sometimes they ordered things they wouldn't even eat, just to see Kika being a nervous mess who couldn't utter a word, which was unusual for someone like Kika, who couldn't stay quiet for more than two minutes.

"Y/N, nice to meet you too."

It had been at least five months since Kika met you and started hanging around where you worked, and also since you started writing to each other.

Kika was everything you wanted in an alpha: she was sensitive and affectionate, and she always seemed like the kindest and most tender person to you.

And Kika, well, she was falling more in love with you every day. She'd been trying one week to ask you out to dinner or a date, but every time she was about to ask you, she'd get cold feet and ask something she'd come up with in a moment of nerves.

The first time, she was actually willing to pop the question. She kept telling herself it wasn't something to be so nervous about, it wasn't like she was asking you to marry her or anything like that. It was just a simple date so she could get to know you better and see you for more than the 20 minutes she spent in the cafeteria.

She ordered the same thing as always while she sat down at her usual table, which over time had become her favorite. Hilariously, it was your favorite table, and even more hilarious, you both liked it for the same reason.

I waited about five minutes before Grace approached to ask her (mostly out of habit of serving the customers who always came to sit down), but when she saw who it was, she simply greeted her, turned around, and returned to her place at the bar while giving Alicent her order. While you were waiting on a table not far from where Kika was sitting, you were looking for her with your eyes.

Kika kept repeating the same words she'd been saying to herself since she woke up that day. It was normal to ask someone out. She always asked girls if they wanted to go out with her to walk the streets of Barcelona, ​​but they weren't you; they were friends, and she felt a sisterly affection for them. However, things were still a little confusing regarding you. Every time you spoke, Kika felt her heart beat faster, almost as if she were training or playing a 90-minute game, and she'd dare say even faster. She always wanted to be present in your day. And of course, every day, every minute that passed, Kika continued to fall in love with you, with how you told her about a class you had that day, with the photos you'd taken—that was something that made her fall even more in love.

So yes, it was more difficult to ask you out, because unlike the other girls, she didn't feel that need to be your chosen alpha. To be your partner.

When she saw you minutes after finishing her coffee at the bar, she bravely approached you to talk to you and finally pop the question, but she regretted it halfway through when she saw you talking happily with a boy, the same one you had been serving when she arrived.

Many thoughts flooded the alpha's mind when she saw you in that situation, so she decided that this wouldn't be the day to ask you out. And maybe it could be the day to ask if you had a partner or not.

The second time was two days after that brief moment of doubt about whether you were single or not. The answer to the question felt like it had won the World Cup for Kika; she screamed, jumped, and ran all over her apartment celebrating your refusal.

That day was in the afternoon. She knew from your words that you had switched shifts that day because you had to do some university paperwork and hand in some work, so she arrived fully motivated to talk to you.

Already feeling like she owned the place from so much going on there, she sat down in her seat and waited patiently for you to uncover some clients. When you fixed your gaze on the new customer who had arrived and realized it was Kika, a big smile spread across your face, and you waved to her, which Kika waved back.

When you were free, you walked quickly, almost anxiously, to her table, already with her coffee ready. You placed it on the table in front of her and sat down facing her.

"How was your day today? How was training? How many goals did you score, huh?" Your smile never left your face. Every time something related to Kika was involved, it was inevitable that your face would be smiling and pink.

Kika couldn't think of anything else but how soft your hand felt on hers. "Yeah… sure… really hot, yeah." Her words came out as whispers, and she couldn't form coherent sentences as she felt your touch, even if it was just like that.

"It was good. It's so hot. I don't think I've gotten used to all the heat in Barcelona yet," you laughed. You understood perfectly what she meant. When you first arrived, you had a lot of problems with the heat and also heat strokes. You couldn't imagine how bad Kika was having it being a professional athlete.

"I totally understand. To be honest, it wasn't until my second year that I was able to get used to the hellish heat here. Now it's more bearable. Poor you." You reached out your hand until you placed it on Kika's hand resting on the table, pouting slightly as you finished speaking.

"What else did you do today?" You were going to ask her about her day again, but unfortunately for both of you, the little bell above the entrance door rang, signaling that there were new customers. You quickly apologized to Kika and returned to your spot behind the bar.

Kika sighed when she stopped feeling your hand, and almost defeatedly, she lowered her head. She felt like she was going to cry from the embarrassment of not being able to form a coherent sentence when she spoke to you face to face.

She slowly got up from her seat and left the money on the table, leaving after watching you fill up with new customers. She didn't want to look at your face because of the embarrassment she felt. She told herself she wanted to be her normal self and show you that she was a worthy alpha, an alpha who served, not an alpha who couldn't speak because of nerves. But when she saw that smile that lit up your face like a giant lantern, she gave up on all those thoughts.

This time, it took her four days to plan how to ask you out. She had to ask Ellie to pretend to be you to practice what to say. It must be said that Ellie still makes fun of it, even though she secretly found it very sweet on Kika's part.

Now Kika was returning home with two problems: the first was practicing how to properly ask you out, and the second was dealing with the erection that was starting to grow in her pants when she saw you bending over to clean a table.

She talked to all the alphas she thought might be able to help her. It started with Alexia, then Irene, Marta, Caro, and even close friends. Everyone agreed that she had to be authentic, put aside the nerves they'd all felt at the time, and be honest with the person she wanted to ask out. That day she went with renewed spirits and a single mission: to leave that cafeteria with a date with the beautiful omega she'd fallen in love with.

She arrived earlier that day, sat at her table, and waited. 10 minutes passed, and she waited. 20 minutes passed, and she continued waiting, until her phone rang with a notification.

"Sorry I didn't let you know. Maybe you're not interested, but I won't be going to work today. I asked for the day off to rest a little since I'm feeling ill. xo"

Kika sighed, a long sigh as she thought about what she could do. She had less than 15 minutes left to leave for the Johan Cruyff, where she had a match today. She'd have to be late.

With that idea in mind, she got up and walked straight to her car. Before she even left the cafeteria, she was stopped by Ingrid and Mapi, who were just entering. That day, she couldn't make it, or at least not Kika.

The game was against Valencia, and you were excited, accompanied by Grace and David, another of your friends from university. They had both convinced you to go see a Barcelona game, and to be honest, you really wanted to see Kika play.

You went to a mall and found a jersey store. The guys said it was a cheaper option than going to the club's official store, so you bought it there. You had the number 18 on the back and Kika's name.

You got up early and did everything you had to do. By 10 a.m., you were already free, so you told your friends to get together. You had to buy a jersey to support the team, although you weren't sure if you'd have enough money to buy it.

Unconsciously, she was already leaving her mark you.

You were carrying a backpack with a jacket in case it got too cold, your cards, and a poster. You were going to ask the boys for help, but for fear of being made fun of, you only asked Grace for help. It was a question you'd been wanting to ask her for a long time, but you'd been too afraid to ask. You'd seen many times how Kika seemed to want to tell you something, but she never did.

Thirty minutes before the game started, you entered the stadium. You'd always heard about the team; it was impossible not to, but watching it, experiencing it, seeing so many people turn out to watch them made you feel so excited.

You saw Kika come out to warm up; from what David told you, Kika would be a starter. You didn't even listen to him or pay attention anymore; you were so focused on watching Kika socialize with her teammates and hearing so many people chanting her name made your chest swell with pride, so much so that it could explode.

The match started off pretty well until the 15th minute, when a small defensive error led to a goal. From what you could see on the big screen, it was scored by the other team's number 7. You turned your gaze to where Kika was talking to the rest of the team, cheering them on.

0-1, 15th minute.

Three minutes later, a goal was scored for Barcelona. You celebrated with the kids, while everyone chanted Alexia's name. You couldn't help but do the same, following the crowd's behavior. You cheered Alexia's name, watching Kika hug her and look so happy. When the ball rolled back onto the field, you sat back down while taking a sip of water, your throat beginning to feel dry. The following minutes were completely in Barcelona's favor. They had good control of the ball and had created several good scoring opportunities, and the ball had rarely dropped so far back as to touch their own half.

1-1, minute 18.

The game started in the 21st minute with a ball from number 5 (you hadn't learned all their names yet, so you were guided by their numbers on their backs). A direct pass to the tall girl wearing number 2 followed by a short pass to Ingrid, number 23, who took the ball and crossed halfway across the field, giving a through ball to Frido, the blonde girl who had asked for your number for Kika and who also frequented the cafeteria with her partner. She made a center pass to number 11, whom you recognized as Alexia, and she gave a through ball straight to the penalty spot, where Kika appeared and finished the play with a beautiful goal.

Watching Kika receive the ball, you couldn't help but stand up, nervously biting your nail, eagerly waiting to see how it would end. When you saw it was a goal, you started screaming and jumping while celebrating with the other fans. You turned to see Grace, and she was just as euphoric as you. The two of you hugged each other while continuing to jump.

2-1 in the 22nd minute.

"God, girl, I love your girl for showing up at the right moment and giving us the lead!" David was the one who shouted close to your ear so you could hear clearly over all the noise.

The first half ended without any more scoring chances. Both teams were already looking a little tired, but eager to keep going and finish the game with a win.

In the 62nd minute, you saw the big screen show that Kika would be substituted and Pina would be brought onto the field. You saw her happily wave to her other teammates on the bench.

You continued watching the game, reacting to each opportunity. When you saw number 17 find the ball and look at the goal, you knew it would end in a goal. According to the statistics provided by David and Grace, Ewa, number 17, was becoming the team's top scorer.

3-1, minute 66.

The goal started with Ewa recovering the ball, then she turned and shot straight at goal, scoring a magnificent goal that the entire crowd began to celebrate.

The match ended 4-1, with the fourth goal scored by Frido and Aitana, also great players.

When you saw the players shake hands and begin to interact with the crowd, you quickly walked over and took out of your backpack the poster you and your friend had made a few days ago. You stood proudly near where Kika was taking pictures with fans, responding to them, joking, and happily signing shirts.

The moment her gaze met yours, you saw her almost drop the marker she was holding and her mouth slightly opened, then she formed a big smile. She looked down at the poster you were holding and felt her brain begin to short-circuit.

"Kikinha, do you want me to get a coffee? Or a date?"

It was an understatement to say that Kika wasn't expecting any of this, not even your presence in the stands, much less the poster. She kept thinking you were sick at your apartment and that she should stop by a pharmacy to check on you.

She hurried over to you, feeling her heart pounding and her hands sweating and shaking.

"I thought you'd be at your apartment… I thought you were sick." You leaned over the protective grille. "It was a white lie. I couldn't tell you the surprise. I would have ruined it." Kika smiled as she shook her head and reread the sign. She really wanted to keep reading it to see if it was true or a product of her imagination. "By the way… whose shirt are you wearing? As I remember, you said you didn't know anything about soccer." You both turned around when you heard a girl calling her to sign her shirt.

"I don't care who's shirt you're using, but I don't like it."

You gasped when you saw her take off her shirt and climb onto some chairs so she could be closer to your eye level. She held out her hand, holding the shirt, waiting for you to take it. As soon as you did, she grabbed your hand and gently pulled you closer to her, her face very close to yours.

"This time, I'm not going to hold back." She closed the distance and gave you a kiss, a simple lip-lock as she brought her free hand to your cheek. When you separated, you both blushed as you felt everyone around you looking at you. "Is that… yes to the coffee or the date?" you asked timidly, clearing your throat.

"It's a yes, to everything you want today, tomorrow, and in the future."

Hearing her words, you became excited and firmly grabbed her face to kiss her again. This time, it wasn't a simple lip-lock; you kissed her properly, but in a way that was acceptable for the place you were in.

"Now you have one of my shirts, occupied by me." Her voice sounded a little possessive as she hugged you.

"The shirt I'm wearing is yours. I bought it in the mall before I came," you said from your place near her neck.

"Now you have a new and better one. If you need another one, just say it and I'll give it to you." You laughed as you pulled away from her and placed a soft kiss on her cheek.

"Go finish your work. See you later. I love you."

Kika smiled at you, feeling a strange shyness creep through her bones. She blushed, and while looking directly into your eyes, she answered.

"I love you too. The date is a done deal."

Sorry if it's too long, but I had a lot of ideas and I tried to make them all fit together.

Thanks for reading!

Bon dia, Bona tarda, Bona nit.

-Onaswife

[steviebunny]

I'm so tired of watching some of that interview with the vampire discourse. They are flawed characters for a reason they literally have eternity. Obviously they're going to be immensely flawed. You can both love lestat for his good moments, his affection, his ability to see beauty everywhere, and have empathy for his childhood , what Magnus did to him all while acknowledging that he was a toxic partner to Louis and guardian to Claudia. You can feel empathy for Louis, and acknowledge his rage and quiet resentment as a flaw. You can love Claudia and criticize that she murdered her parental figure. You can feel for Armand and want to give that poor boy a hug after the 500 years of suffering he's had at the hand of everyone who was supposed to care for him while also being upset he's a manipulative gaslighting bastard.

The only two least flawed characters internal struggles we even get a look at are Daniel and Madeline. Who are both remarkably human for the majority of the show.

Not to mention for a majority of the centuries each of these vampires have been alive. Therapy has not existed! For most of these characters, the peak of their own self-reflection is Claudia's journaling or finding themselves through art, be that music, directing, or photography.

We all know people in the year of our Lord 2024 who don't go to therapy because they think it's useless or just for the "crazies" If you thought your toxic gay vampire franchise would be beyond that you're delusional.

[limonmelon]

One idea which I think is central to IWTV is the idea that becoming a vampire is the antithesis of improvement - stagnation. Your hair can't change length, your body will never grow, and as we know with Claudia, your hormones don't even change and you can be perpetually stuck in puberty.

But I love how this is reflected even in the vampire's art and creations throughout the show. The first song we see Lestat play on the piano is a jazz interpolation of a Bach song, his other song a piece created just to goad Louis back to him. Louis's photographs are derivative, and he has no patience to wait for his shots in order to actually capture the essence of his subjects, even if he has a good eye for art, and he drops photography quickly after one criticism. Claudia, who can't ever mature out of her teenage body, can't even make another vampire. The Théâtre des Vampires is struggling before Claudia becomes their main attraction, but it's not her acting that brings people - as we see her giving half-hearted performances to a crowd that barely seems to notice - but her exploitation. Armand had been a muse and model for other artists while alive, but he has no real motivation to make art, and he runs plays for 50 years until they're tired to a half-empty audience. He can also recognize good art, but he can't seem to make it himself. And they all have a horrible attitude towards criticism of their creations as well, sometimes even getting violent in their rejection of the words of critics or other vampires.

But you know who does create, and improves over time? Daniel. While he may have been terrible at interviewing Louis the first time, which he acknowledges, part of the reason he comes back to interview Louis again is because he knows he can do better. Over time he has become a great journalist and interviewer, winning Pulitzer prizes, writing books, working for major newspapers, even having his own Masterclass. He doesn't stagnate with technology, we see him using his laptop and talking about how his cell phone has become the great equalizer in the world or reporting. Being human has allowed him to grow and change and improve, to learn how to be better.

So I'm really curious to see how the handle Rockstar and Vampire Lestat next season, how his music is created, how in-universe critics are responding to it, etc. especially after this recent glam rock Rocky Horror-esque song has been released. I also wonder if being a vampire has changed how Daniel works as a journalist, especially now that we know his role in the next season will be him interviewing Lestat in this MTV Behind the Music documentary setting.

[agendabymooner]

SOMETHING WATCHFUL !!! DANIEL R. X FEM!READER (18+)

summary: he finally understood why she loved her shithole of a flat so much.

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), use of explicit language, pwp, mirror sex, mentions of exhibitionism/voyeurism (suggestions of the grid watching), size kink, praise kink, fingering, squirting, overstimulation, my man danny ric is filthy asf

note: i blacked out while writing this so whatever i wrote in here i’ve no control over. enjoy xx

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the ceiling mirrors were installed in her room out of pure joy. she enjoyed creative photography and had often taken photos of herself — the creativity coming straight from the mirrors as she had no one to have her photos taken of but herself. 

daniel ricciardo loved it. he loved her independence and cozy little flat — though he kept convincing her to move into a bigger place. she deserved so much more than this shitbox, but she insisted that she needed to earn more money before buying a better place. her independence was what drove him insane. 

all he wanted was to treat her like a queen— one that she deserved to see herself as. 

and that was how she ended up leaning against him, her legs spread wide open and her head leaning back against his chest. his tattooed arm kept her lightly strained while his hand held her chin up to face their reflections, gripping it gently whenever her eyes would shut close thanks to the pleasure brought by the fingers that slowly fucked her. 

she heaved a sigh, feeling too overstimulated from previous orgasms he’d given her who knows when. her body limped against him while her hand tried grabbing onto his, only for him to tut quietly and smack her cunt slightly. 

“don’t you fucking dare touch,” he warned her quietly. 

“‘s too much, danny,” she cried quietly, her eyes closing tightly as she squirmed. yet her walls clenched around his fingers when they slid back in. her moan protested against the words she just uttered. 

“but y’look so fuckin’ beautiful like this, doll,” he teased her, his mouth nibbling on her ear as he tapped her chin. watching her open her eyes, he then praised her, “see? a fuckin’ beaut is what you are. can’t believe i’m allowing you to live in a shithole like this.” 

“you deserve so much better than this, princess,” daniel continued to speak, grinning breathlessly when she squealed at the curling of his fingers. 

the sounds of squelching of her cunt filled the small space as she watched his fingers disappear inside her, partially watching in disbelief at how much he’s filling her. those were just his fingers. she couldn’t imagine how his cock looked when he’s fucking her with it. it was too big.

“‘s it because of these mirrors, doll?” he asked although she couldn’t answer anymore. her brain was turning hazy from the overstimulation, sending her to a certain state of pleasure as he continued to taunt her, “you like watching yourself touch this pretty cunt of yours, huh, baby? ‘s that why you wouldn’t move?” 

not receiving an answer from her, his dark eyes watched her reflection squirm away from his touch.

he continued to smile widely, his fingers now curling and hitting the spot as he increased his pace and began fucking her rigorously. “if you want to see yourself look all pretty getting fucked like this you could have just asked me, baby.” 

“you know that i can’t refuse my princess,” he hummed, vibrations on her back making her cry out and babble inaudibly. 

“danny, mmmm~ ‘s too much,” she didn’t even notice that tears were beginning to form, her sight turning blurry while she watched his fingers fill her hole like they were meant to be there. “too- too much, i- hah~ ngh~ fuck danny!” 

“yes, i know princess,” he cooed in her ear quietly, his gentle voice contrasting with the way he fucked her as he murmured, “you’ve more in you, baby, let it go. doin’ so good f’me. let go~” 

daniel’s eyes gleamed in excitement watching her cunt drench his fingers with pleasure. she soaked his fingers, and her sheets were covered with her pleasure as she came for the third time tonight— all from his fingers. 

her body that once convulsed reacted when his mouth slipped in his tongue inside hers, already too fucked out and sensitive as she moaned quietly. “so fuckin’ good f’me, princess.” 

she hadn’t expected him to continue on with the night as she let out a squeal, her legs being hoisted up by him as he leaned back and slid his cock inside her without a problem. 

“i- danny, want more-“ she babbled, her head tipping over to watch the ceiling mirrors as she witnessed her cunt sinking into his thick cock. she moaned at the sight, already clenching around him. she really loved the sight of him bulging in her stomach— that and the filthy words that slip out of his mouth as his hips moved up and down to fuck her.

“god! you’re so fuckin’ hot,” he growled from under her, meeting her eyes over the ceiling mirrors while he chased his climax and hers. “y’like watching huh?” 

“yes!” she cried out, his cock hitting the spot as she spoke. “love your cock, love you s’much!” 

“such a pretty girl,” daniel said, “i fuckin love watchin’ you writhing, baby— wish everyone in the fuckin’ grid can see you— d’ya know how much they wanna fuck you?” 

feeling her clench at the comment, danny chuckled and thrusted up at her, “oh- ya like that, hm? you wan’ them to see me fuck you?” 

she only uttered a moan, sinking down to meet his thrust halfway through. 

“you like that huh?” he taunted her, “maybe next time we should make them watch and have them realize that nobody can make you feel like this but me.” 

“they won’t be happy that it’s not them fuckin’ you, baby. i’m sure we can both agree that no one can fuck you like this but me— and i’ll make sure they know that.”

a queen was what she was. if daniel could only, he’d show everyone in the grid that she deserved to be treated like one— and he’d show them all how to treat her like one.

but for now, he needed to fuck her like a queen then install a ceiling mirror in his place in monaco if they both liked to watch him fuck her like this.