#and daniel didn't push back because he was focused on armand

[aranostra]

i think if armand were asked now that louis has left him, he would say that louis describes claudia differently than what she was, leaving out anything that would put her in a bad light after their attack on lestat

[nalyra-dreaming]

What are we thinking specifically for the post-Devil's Minion circumstances of Daniel's madness? Can / will / should the show go there like in the book where he spends like 30 years(??) in Marius' care as a fledgling vampire who can't look after himself? One argument is no, it's unlikely to have a place in the show. He's already lived his madness in his mortal life. Two failed marriages are enough, his work-obsession substitutes for the model-trains. He's so vicious and proud, he'd never LET anyone look after him like a minder. Another is, but *something* could happen to force him to stay hidden for a while, maybe because of his explosive fame and his sudden mania about wanting to write MOAR BOOKS. What do we think, do we want to see Daniel weak and helpless? Or should he stay the snarky commentator? Or a mix of the two with hints to concepts from the books?

I think... that IF they go there - then this madness will be something that happened in the past.

Since Daniel is apparently taking over David's parts (and for good reason) this arc wouldn't fit into the present imho. BUT it would fit awesomely into the past 🤓

As you (likely) know I do think that the hunt part has happened in the past. I think Daniel went mad then, eventually, when Armand did not turn him. (Akasha didn't rise, the final push was missing, "Alice did not trust their love").

I think... Marius took him off Armand's hands then. Likely erased his memories. OR - going off the theory that Armand IS indeed Alice (*) - maybe he did so later. Maybe he tried to help Daniel first. (Maybe Marius is the second failed marriage then^^, I mean, they *are* together in the books after all).

I think the Daniel in the present will stay focused and snarky. And in the midst of all the adventures to come, with the others. (And yes, I want to see that^^)

I think the Daniel of the past... went through it^^. (And I want to see that, too^^) We'll see.

(*) And yes, I know I said that I think that Alice was real and that they "only" manipulated memories instead of creating fully new ones... But it just seems so weird that Daniel would have "two failed vampiric relationships" (at a certain point at least)... and two failed marriages. (After which he would get back with Armand book canonically!) And I don't know how the daughters fit into this. But... it just makes me take a step back, thinking about it, you know?^^

[lesbians4armand]

really do need to talk about it so spoilers for iwtv s2 finale beneath the cut

hi. i am so torn on this episode so this will be spilt into two parts, things i liked and things i didn't. excuse all grammar and spelling i really am not focused on that now.

things i liked:

first and foremost the theatre fire/ louis' revenge. I really liked the way he got out of the crypts and then him plotting his revenge in the graveyard, acting very manic and delirious. I immediately thought of Les Innocents with the graveyard as well which felt intentional and i love that. I really really enjoyed seeing his revenge come to life with the theatre burning, the sabotaged bikes that killed celeste and estelle, and of course cutting santiago's head off with a scythe.

I liked louis and lestat's reunion in new orleans and particulary the tour guide talking outside of 1132 rue royale, even if what he said wasn't the true story and was a little bit offensive. parts of the reunion i didnt like but that was more influenced by the other overall things i didnt like.

DANIEL! VAMPIRE DANIEL! wished we saw a little more of how we got here but i think that will be revealed in more depth next season. But i loved that danny is a vampire and armand is his maker. to me this basically confirmed that devil's minion happened, even if danile doesn't remember. armand would not have made daniel out of spite, he would only have made him if he loved him too much to lose, this is explicit canon, and i love it. loved daniel's fuckass tv interiew as well and his glasses and colour changing eyes.

I liked the ending, liked that setup for TVL/QOTD plotlines.

On that one i loved the Akasha mention from lestat to armand, and saying that louis doesn't know what that means. armand knows Akasha was kept by marius, even if he thinks marius is dead and that akasha could be kept by someone else i think this is the first nod towards marius being alive/showing up, as it says lestat had to meet marius to drink from akasha

I liked the weird little detail that the vampire sam is apparently in daft punk now. interesting. i still think he's actually ******* but yeah two things can be true

things i didn't:

lestat??? saved??? louis?? listen i fully understand that armand FUCKED UP here with directing the play but i knew that. I knew that it's in the books and is more than enough for loumand divorce! but oh my god saying that he would have let louis die makes NO SENSE??? why would he save louis in ep3 then just plan and direct hs death later. I swear i am not a book purist but he directed the play, manipulated lestat and killed claudia because he wanted louis for himself, this is purely his motivations in the books that feels like complete character assasination from one point of view. Having lestat save louis feels like a sloppy way of pushing the narrative back into the loustat box and make it purely like "oh armand never loved louis and was so much worse than lestat." I just... cant get past this. the entire 'i could not prevent it' was made so much better with the fact that he could because he saved louis, but not claudia. Thats purely in character for armand, this is not. When louis asked lestat in new orleans if he was the one who saved him during the trial i was basically begging lestat to say no because this makes no sense. They better have a good reason for this because if they leave it there i will be deeply upset. and im not even a loumand shipper particuarly.

Also did not like the mentions of what they did with Claudia's ashes. the first two were just upsetting and horrible but the third that was literally another sexual assault. not necessary :/ i choose to believe santiago was lying to infuriate louis.

overall i think it is a good setup for a third season if a little weird and ooc right now, i think (or hope) a lot of the loose ends and parts that don't make sense will be addressed in s3 and im so glad s3 is confirmed because if it wasn't i'd be worried.

[pynkhues]

Hi I’m the first Armand anon. I guess I just meant that I don’t see them repeating that story beat of a liar revealed. Of course Armand will still be a liar, being a shape shifting hollow shell of a person is kind of his thing. I think people will already tune out anything he says as white noise because he turned out to be lying like three different times (san fran, paris betrayal, trial) in s2.

I haven’t read the books admittedly so maybe I’m totally wrong but the idea of having Lestat correct his lies for half a season sounds like a “stop it he’s already dead” situation. This is really silly but I do think the “Armand told the truth” tattoo might genuinely be a hint lol. It might not be the stuff with Lestat but I think he’s going to turn out to be telling the truth about something major that we’ve overlooked at some point next season, just so the audience doesn’t completely write him off. Maybe I’m operating through the lense of “he still needs to be slightly sympathetic in s3” but they might just have him continue to be a snake and then try to redeem him a bit in later seasons, which I hear is how it happens in the books?

(x)

Hi! And yeah - Armand's only an antagonist for the first two books and then Anne seems to really change how she wants to use him as a character (although he becomes a smaller character in general, I believe with the exception of his titled book).

I agree with you though (I actually think a lot of us are saying the same thing, haha, just in different ways) where there will be this sort of throughline of him being a liar which is probably going to be a point of friction narratively with Lestat (and Daniel and Louis), but I also do think Armand's lies in that regard aren't going to be completely untruthful either? In other words, I don't think there'll be some big reveal that the plot hangs off, more just a few smaller ones that make sense in the moment of re-exploration.

Like I said, I do think his recollection of 18th Century Paris were coloured by ulterior motives and his own bitter feelings towards Lestat, but a lot of what he said about what actually happened is close enough to the truth to not be outright lies, even if he omits details and people and deliberately does the worst faith read possible of Lestat. Even if the show adapts the fact that Armand and Lestat never actually had sex (which I personally think they will for the reasons I said in the other reply), they still did have some weird psychosexual stuff going on to the point where it's only really Lestat's own baggage - and Armand pushing the point when he should've stopped - that meant that they didn't.

I definitely think Armand's going to be sympathetic in s3, but I actually tend to think a lot of that's probably going to come through Marius' introduction in the back half of the season which will muddy the waters of, well, everything, as introducing characters from the past often does. That said, the sequences even earlier with Lestat and Armand in the book are unhinged, but they're also genuinely very fun in the books, so I think focusing on who's truth is the most truthful will kind of feel irrelevant? Their past is so messy and Armand's evil-traumatised-claws-out-sopping-wet-cat energy in 18th Century Paris, mixed with Lestat's traumatised-newborn-baby-who's-also-the-most-annoying-theatre-kid-you'll-ever-meet vibes are just going to be deranged enough that the question will be who's version is more embarrassing, haha.

[bandedbulbussnarfblat]

Worth It

my latest Armand/Daniel fic. Read it below or here

Daniel is still working in the living room after a long day of interviewing Louis. He's completely focused on his task, trying to get a bit more done before he goes to bed. Suddenly, the laptop clicks shut and then Armand is in front of him, sliding into his lap with knees on either side of his thighs.

“I was working,” Daniel says, but he rests his hands on Armand's hips.

“And now you're not,” Armand says simply. There's a small smile gracing his face, like he knows he's already got Daniel exactly where he wants him.

Daniel could move him off his lap and get back to work. That's a thing he could do. Instead he slips his hands up under the black cotton shirt to feel his cool skin. “Alright, you have my attention.”

“Do I?” Armand says, and dips down to place a filthy kiss to Daniel's mouth. It's all tongue and teeth and Daniel immediately kisses back, hands gripping Armand's waist tightly.

Armand melts into him and sinks down further on his lap. His bottom presses against Daniel's groin and his dick makes a valiant effort to respond. Armand breaks away from the kiss before Daniel is ready, letting Daniel chase him before pushing him back against the couch.

He leans back and balances himself on Daniel's thighs and grinds his bottom against Daniel. Daniel sees stars. Fuck, Armand feels good and he looks fantastic. The prettiest goddamn thing he's ever seen. Daniel surges forward and gets his mouth on Armand's neck, kissing and sucking at the long line of his throat.

This is a bad idea. Louis could walk in any second. One of the staff could walk in. Someone could hear. It's the damn living room, for Christ's sake. With restraint he didn't know he possessed, Daniel pulls away and grips Armand's hips, stilling him. “Not here. Louis could-”

“Louis is asleep,” Armand cuts in. He seems amused by Daniel's concern.

“He could hear.”

Armand smirks and brings a hand up to trace over Daniel's bottom lip. “Then I suppose we'll have to be quiet.”

Daniel wants to argue, but Armand slides a hand into his pants and rubs over his cock. Daniel's head falls back as a moan escapes him. Fuck, that feels nice.

Armand latches unto his neck and starts sucking what will be a helluva hickey, if Daniel doesn't stop him. Daniel tugs a hand in his hair. “No marks.”

Armand pulls off and looks at him with dilated eyes. “But you'd look so pretty, Mr. Molloy.”

His gaze is smoldering, and Daniel gets the vibe Armand doesn't get told no a lot. He concedes, “Not where I can't hide them.”

Armand smiles at him. “If you prefer. May I bite you?”

Daniel's throat goes dry. He doesn't just want it, he craves it. “Yeah, alright.”

Armand's hand closes around him and strokes as he puts his mouth back on Daniel's neck. He licks and sucks at the skin there for a long moment before biting down. It feels like fire; there's the sharp burst of pain then Daniel feels like he's burning. Every nerve seems more alive, every feeling enhanced. Fuck, he could come just from this and Armand's hand.

Armand pulls back after a few seconds and Daniel is embarrassed to hear a whine escape his throat. It must amuse Armand because he chuckles faintly. “Shh, here my darling.”

He takes one of his sharp nails and cuts a line across his throat, presses Daniel's mouth against it with a hand in his hair. Daniel suckles it like a man dying of thirst. The taste is sweet and savory, and the feeling is like no other. He could get addicted to this.

Armand's hand keeps working him, until he's so hard it hurts. Daniel hasn't been able to get it up like this in years. Just when he thinks he'll come, Armand takes away his hand and pulls Daniel off his neck. “I'd like to fuck you.”

Daniel's brain goes offline for a second.

“I have to sit all day tomorrow listening to your boyfriend. I'd rather not be sore.” It's hard to form coherent thought when Armand is looking at him like something to be devoured. Daniel almost says yes, just because he wants Armand's hands back on him.

“I can be gentle.”

“Uh-huh,” Daniel says with disbelief. “I'm not letting those claws inside me.”

Armand holds up his right hand, and Daniel sees he's clipped the nails of the first three fingers. “I'm not inconsiderate; I have no desire to cause you harm. Unless you'd like me to, that is.”

And nope, Daniel's not even touching that last part. “Mighty sure of yourself there, aren't you?”

“I like to be prepared,” Armand says, then dips low to whisper hotly at Daniel's ear “Let me take you, Daniel. I promise I'll be careful.”

He mouths along Daniel's jaw and sucks his earlobe into his mouth. His bottom is back pressed against Daniel and he's grinding against him. Daniel closes his eyes and considers.

Fuck it. If he's sore tomorrow, he's sore. Some things are worth a little discomfort.

“Fine, but we're not doing it here. If you wanna fuck me, you're going to do it properly on a bed.”

Armand's mouth twitches at the corner. “If you wish.”

He climbs out of Daniel's lap and extends a hand down to him. Daniel takes it and Armand drags him to his feet. He leads Daniel back to the guest room he's been staying in. As soon as the door closes Armand leans against it and looks Daniel up and down heatedly. “On the bed, darling.”

His voice sounds authoritative, like he hasn't even considered the possibility Daniel won't listen. It both irritates and arouses Daniel. He decides to listen for now, but takes a moment to take off his shoes first. Once he's on the mattress, Armand is on top of him, kissing him frantically while his hands work on Daniel's fly. Daniel pulls away to tug Armand's shirt over his head and slide his hands over his smooth skin.

He returns to kissing Armand languid and deep, like he has all the time in the world. One hand travels up his chest to tweak a nipple while the other slips down the back of his pants to grab a handful of his ass. Armand shoves him down on his back and practically rips his pants off. They're tossed carelessly to the floor and Armand's mouth is kissing a trail up his inner thigh. Fangs brush against his skin and Daniel curls fingers in Armand's hair. “Do it.”

Armand sinks his teeth in and color explodes behind Daniel's eyes. It feels so fucking good. He wonders what it's like for Armand. His sickly blood can't taste good.

After a few seconds, Armand pops off. “You taste divine, Daniel.”

Then his hands are bunching up Daniel's shirt and kissing up his navel. Daniel almost feels embarrassed; he's soft around the middle these days, but Armand doesn't seem to mind. He seems completely taken by Daniel.

Armand nuzzles against Daniel's cock through his boxers and Daniel fights the urge to jerk up his hips. Armand laves his tongue over the fabric, and fuck, it shouldn't feel so good with a layer of cotton between them. Armand mouths at him and pulls something from his pocket and tosses it too the bed.

It's a bottle of lube. Daniel would tease him for being presumptuous, but Armand takes his waistband and pulls down Daniel's underwear with something akin to reverence. He makes eyes contact with him as he swallows down his cock. Daniel swears and twists his fingers into Armand's hair. “Fuck, you feel good.”

Armand licks around him as he bobs, cheeks hollowed and eyes stinging with blood tears as he takes Daniel to the back of his throat. His eyes don't leave Daniel's and it's intense as fuck. Daniel has to look away or he'll come before Armand gets around to fucking him.

He hears the cap pop open on the lube, then Armand's finger is circling his hole. Daniel's legs spread of their own accord. The finger delves in and fucks into him slow and gentle. Armand rubs and crooks his finger, zoning in on his prostate with unbelievable precision. There's something almost familiar about it.

But Daniel can't think of that, not with Armand swallowing around his cock. His mouth is so wet and so tight around him, the suction so fucking good, better than anything he's felt in years. A second finger joins the first, and it burns a little. Daniel hasn't done this is years. Armand must sense the discomfort, because he doubles his efforts on Daniel's cock.

Daniel can't help but thrust into his mouth. Armand takes it and pulls him closer by the hip, encouraging him to fuck his throat. His fingers stroke and scissor inside him, then begin to fuck in and out of his hole. They brush his prostate on each go and it feels heavenly. Daniel can't decide which to lean into, the mouth on his dick or the fingers inside him. But if Armand doesn't stop soon, he's going to come.

Armand withdraws his fingers and pulls off Daniel's cock. Daniel looks down at him and feels a sharp stab of desire. Tears are streaked down Armand's face and he looks wrecked. Daniel wants to lick them off.

Armand spreads his thighs wider and slowly sinks into him. It stretches him and makes him feel incredibly full. It's just on the edge of pain, but it doesn't hurt. Armand holds himself above him and trembling arms, gives him a minute to get used to it.

“You gonna fuck me sometime today or what?” Daniel says.

Armand growls and snatches his head back by the hair, practically mauls his neck. In contrast, he rocks into him gently with short, shallow thrusts. It feels electric, like his entire body is a live wire. Gradually, the thrusts become deeper. But Armand is being so careful of him.

“Come on, give it to me, I won't break,” Daniel says, tightening his thighs around Armand. He contracts around his cock and Armand swears, snaps his hips up and grinds into him. “Yeah, fuck me like you mean it.”

Armand slams into him and the headboard slaps against the wall. Daniel drags nails down his back. Fuck, this feels good. He hasn't been fucked like this since the seventies. “Don't stop, don't stop.”

Armand keeps it up, fucking into him deep and hard. He pounds into Daniel so hard that Daniel has to throw up an arm to keep from traveling up the bed into the headboard. His rocks his hips in time with Armand and clutches onto him desperately. It's so good he can't keep quiet, doesn't even know what nonsense he's babbling. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good, don't stop, right there.”

Armand shifts his weight to one arm and wraps a hand around Daniel's leaking cock. He strokes it quick and dirty, twisting around the head on ever upstroke. Daniel's thighs begin to shake and the heat pulling in his stomach spreads throughout his body. He comes, body racked with convulsions. His vision goes gray around the edges and his entire body contracts.

Armand swears above him, then is mouthing at his neck, his shoulder, his jaw. “Daniel, may I-”

He sounds completely wrecked and Daniel loves it. “Yeah, I want it.”

Armand slams into him and comes and Daniel feels it fill him up. It should feel gross, but it sends an aftershock of arousal through him. Armand collapses down beside him and props up on one elbow to observe him. “How do you feel?”

Daniel feels sore, but sated. His whole body kind of feels like jelly. But he won't tell Armand that; the little prick would let it go to his head. “Good. Sore.”

“Hm,” Armand says, stroking an idle hand up and down his torso. “I did try to be gentle, but you're incorrigible.”

He's smiling as he says it, so Daniel's pretty sure he doesn't really mind.

“It's alright, it was worth it.”

[bandedbulbussnarfblat]

Crazy

Processing through the memories is a lot. Daniel doesn't remember it all, but the more he focuses, the more he remembers. The more he understands. The more he feels. Phantom feelings, ghosts of long dead emotions that still linger.

He had been in love with Armand. That much is clear. That they were a codependent, toxic mess is also pretty clear. It makes perfect sense when he looks at himself; he always chooses the nuclear option. Forget the safe path, no, what Daniel wants is more.

But he isn't a young man anymore. He knows better now.

That doesn't keep him from answering when Armand knocks on his door.

“Fuck off,” he says, and slams the door shut. Or, he tries to. Armand catches it too quickly and pulls it back open.

“Don't you guys have to be invited in?”

“That joke has never been funny, Daniel.”

Armand forces his way inside and glances about the room. “Are your accommodations satisfactory?”

Daniel wants to shake Armand. He wants to shove him out the door and slam it in his face. He wants to pick a fight. It's an all too familiar feeling. Because that's what he'd do, isn't it? Pick a fight with Armand over something small, because the resentment he felt over the one big thing. Fight and scream and break-up, then cry and fuck and make-up.

“You know what they say, a gilded cage is still a cage.”

Armand winces slightly. “This isn't a prison. You're free to go if you wish.”

“I've heard that before,” Daniel says. He remembers a penthouse, an island, a home. Him leaving and returning. Leaving and returning. Armand always found a way to bring him back.

“If you came back, it is because you wanted to, Daniel.”

Daniel feels irrationally upset; how many times have they had this fight? How many times has Armand denied what Daniel knows to be true? How dare he have the nerve to claim he loves him, then fuck with his mind? It's akin to rape, is what it is. It's a violation.

“It's because you screwed with my head. Made it so I couldn't stop thinking of you. Drove me crazy.”

Armand swoops in closer, backing Daniel up to the door. “I drive you crazy?”

He sounds like Daniel is the audacious one. Like he's the one who has long-suffered. Maybe he has. Maybe he's missed Daniel all this time, and has had to live with it. Daniel hopes he did, that he still does. It's what he deserves.

“But of course I have,” Armand says, reading his thoughts. “How could you doubt such a thing?”

He cups Daniel's face in his hands. Daniel instinctively reaches up and grabs at his wrists, trying to pull him away. Armand won't be moved. “I love you. I'd have killed you ages ago, if I didn't love you.”

“That supposed to be romantic?” Daniel snarks. He should be frightened at how easily Armand speaks of killing, but he isn't. It's thrilling, in a way. Makes him fucked up in the head, but there it is.

Mainly, he's just thinking of how Armand said 'love'. Present tense. That's...not something he knows how to deal with.

“Romance? Is that what you want?” Armand says. Daniel doesn't get a chance to answer before Armand is kissing him. He can't get away—Armand is holding him in place. Holding him and kissing him so tenderly, and with such devotion.

It pisses him off. Where does Armand get off? Thinking he can wipe his memories and come back fifty years later like everything is fine? Daniel shoves him off. Moves them so Armand's back is flush against the wall. “You son-of-a-bitch, you think you get to take what you want after fifty years?”

“I think you want to be taken.” Armand leans forward to try to kiss him again.

Daniel pushes him back. “Fuck you,”

“I can see in your head, Daniel. I can see what you want.”

“Stay out of my head!”

Armand presses forward, ignoring Daniel's protesting hands. His mouth comes down near Daniel's ear and he says lowly, “All of your fantasies, Daniel. I can see them. I can give them to you. However you'd like.”

He finishes with a kiss along Daniel's jaw, a nip at his earlobe. And Daniel's only human. He can only withstand so much. He lunges at Armand, catches the lapels of his stupid silk shirt in his hands and tugs him downward. “I hate you,” he whispers, just before crashing their mouths together.

It's a different sort of kiss entirely. Where Armand went for gentle and sweet, Daniel goes straight for deep and dirty. One hand leaves Armand's shirt and goes to wind in his hair, tilting his head to the angle Daniel wants. He practically fucks Armand's mouth with his tongue. Kisses him and kisses him and bites at his lip, sucks at his tongue. He doesn't stop kissing him until he's dizzy and needs to breathe.

When he pulls back, Armand only lets him catch a single breath before he's diving back in. His hands go to Daniel's pants and start working on opening them. Daniel catches his wrists in his hands and presses them to the wall. He takes control of the kiss and licks into Armand's mouth. Armand makes a little noise and twists his wrists in Daniel's grasp.

If he really wanted free, he'd be able to pull away with no problem. No, what he wants is Daniel's permission. Or rather, he wants Daniel to tell him what to do. It's so fucking hot that Daniel nearly caves in.

Nearly.

He pulls away from Armand's mouth, ignoring the way he follows behind him. He has a way of doing it that seems so innocent, like he's acting unconsciously. It's tempting as sin, is what it is. But Daniel is too angry to give in so easily.

Daniel lets go of Armand and steps back. “You can go now.”

Armand blinks at him, doe eyed and confused. Then the familiar flick of irritation. “That can't really be what you want.”

“Get out.”

Armand moves a step closer. “I've waited fifty years-”

“Then you can wait a little longer.”

“How long?”

Daniel ushers him to the door. “Till hell freezes over.”

“Daniel-”

He slams the door in Armand's face.

A moment of weakness, was all it was. He'll be better in the future. No more kissing Armand, or thinking about Armand. That part of his life is long over.

It may be easier said than done.

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