#armand the beloved <3

[setevulpo]

something half stupid, half cowardly

interview with the vampire, s02e06: "like the light by which god made the world before he made light"

queen of the damned, anne rice

somethin' stupid, frank sinatra and nacy sinatra

[classiccvnt]

Beloved? Don't startle, it is just me. Do you own a "pinterest" on your telephone? I ask because I have created a "pinterest board," compiled of images that remind me of your likeness, using my electronic pad. Ah, but it is still a work in progress, I require your input. It is imperative that you make an account of your own so that I can make you a collaborator to my "pinterest board," Daniel. You must delete the pictures you deem inaccurate, so to better my image of you.

[sam-reid]

Where does the bullshit start, Armand, Amadeo, Arun?

Assad Zaman as Armand INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE 2.08: AND THAT'S THE END OF IT. THERE'S NOTHING ELSE.

[skylessknights]

ASSAD ZAMAN as THE VAMPIRE ARMAND

Interview with the Vampire (2022—)

[collegeboysam]

i actually think that lestat bullying daniel is what can ultimately make armand show up again, because he would have a weird freakclaim along the lines of "only i can torture my fledgling, daniel is mine to torment, mine to embrace after causing him endless distress."

daniel would try to be offended, but deep down (not too deep tho) he actually really likes it, almost reminds him of the blood vial, protection and ownership wrapped in one fucked up gesture. it's so armand, and that's exactly how daniel likes it.

[waystar-royco]

finished reading devils minion last night and you bitches are right. that shits CRAZY.

[noirve]

crazy how alone armand is going to be after the divorce. like louis has lestat and even if they're not getting together he's going to be glad to be back on his own meanwhile armand is just going to be left behind with nothing because his whole life is managing louis and their shitty relationship. no louis, no coven, no friends. he had it coming but i still feel bad for him because he's so desperate for love and acceptance yet i'm also extremely excited to see him be depressed and miserable about it in s3, until he meets daniel again maybe?? or turns daniel??? or stalks daniel???? idk but it's going to be interesting

[bi-octavius]

ok ok who was alfred’s hair stylist for three pines because i need to shake their hand and thank them for their service to humanity, like uhhhh WOW 👀😳👉👈

[mothmage]

you like daniel molloy bc he’s weird and a monsterfucker, i like him bc he’s an addict and has trouble distinguishing reality from unreality. we are not the same

[setevulpo]

armand didn't like lestat because he tasted like vermouth and daniel wants some more vermouth in his martinis and armand knows how to make the martinis with the perfect quantities for daniel

and vermouth was initially considered a medicinal beverage, is this lot just using vermouth to mean vampire blood? are they just really into vermouth (except for armand who apparently hates it)?

[sam-reid]

Assad Zaman as Armand INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE 2.01: WHAT CAN THE DAMNED REALLY SAY TO THE DAMNED.

[purpleph4se]

devotion

armand x reader

warnings | smut, afab!reader, dom armand, fingering, praise, possessiveness, one mention of cheating sorta kinda? (we all know louis and armand’s relationship i mean would u call it cheating if it was open idfk)

a/n | 70s armand save me, save me 70s armand. so i finished iwtv in the span of one week and i can say i forgive armand for all his crimes, he’s just a girl <3 there is such a devastating lack of fics for my botticelli angel im here to mend that !!! i know i made that little post a while ago and i finally finished the fic i hope yall enjoy <3 crossposted on my ao3

“show me,”

his voice was a purr loud enough just for you to hear. you sat between his legs, chest pressed against the handsome stranger you met at the bar who managed to lure you into his home. “please yourself for me..” he usually doesn’t play with his food but the sight of your lips hung open, and the sound of your moans, he couldn’t help himself.

mesmerized by his voice, you trail your hand over your clothed sex finding the fabric had been soaked through. you shift to slip them off, a twinge of embarrassment making your face burn. you forced your legs apart, your head lolling back onto armand’s shoulder as your hand glided through your slick cunt.

“just like that, my love, make yourself feel good for me,” he whispered as he traced the curves of your body, stopping right at the dip of your hips. his grip on you was firm, as his lips left warm kisses on your neck. his touch was so precise yet so desperate to feel as much as possible of you.

“pl-please, touch me” you begged between whimpers, your legs were trembling as you could feel pleasure starting to bubble up uncontrollably. it was so overwhelming to feel like he was devouring you with his eyes, and touch. his praises were like fire flowing throughout your body as he consumed every cell of your body.

he hummed at your words, the utter desperation that he could feel seeping out of you made him want to fuck you without restraint, but he denied himself just to torture you.

“just my fingers, nothing more..”armand offered, he felt you tremble in anticipation forcing his hard cock against your lower back. you craved to feel him inside you, and he knew. 

armands breath tickles your ear as he slides two of his fingers over your slit. you squirm a bit as he ghosts just over your clit, his voice mumbling something about you being dripping for him. 

“thank y-you,” whispered again as his fingers slowly traced your skin, until they reached your folds. you were pushed closer to him, so he could effortlessly reach your sopping cunt as he kissed the dip of your shoulder. he could devour you if he chose.

his skin was cold to touch as you laid against him. “so breathtaking” He murmured as his elegant fingers barely touched your clit, your hips buckled to meet him “so sensitive,”

when he finally dipped his finger in you, that’s when his facade cracked. the way your warmth enveloped his finger, swallowing it hungrily and clenching around it, made his breath hitch. if armand concentrated enough he could picture what you would feel around his cock.

your small whine of 'more' causes him to smile against the nape of your neck as he inserts a second finger. he drags them in and out of you, slowly and gently before increasing the power behind them.

his other hand kneaded your chest, he wanted to worship every inch of you. you, kind stranger, distracted him from the boredom that was his life, his partner once again enjoying a young vulnerable boy.

you gasp grabbing onto his forearm feeling your body bounce a little as he did so, he pulled his head back to look down at you— his golden eyes dilating in either love or something sinister, you couldn't tell. "that’s it beloved, taking me so well”, his fingers curling up to search for that particular spot you liked “like you were made for me..” you whined in agreement before letting out a sharp moan, there he thought, abusing that certain spot.

armand pumped his fingers into you relentlessly as his thumb rubbed circles on your clit. for just moment he didn’t care about anything but the way you begged him for more, the way you would tremble in his arms as he added another finger, the way you desperately chased your orgasm. he could feel the desire rushing through your veins.

your hands dragged up his body until the settled hooked behind his hand, pulling him closer as you felt a third finger gently split you open. your back arched, your chest hitting his as you felt that coil, that certain feeling in your stomach rise, ready to break.

"'m gonna cum— don't, don't stop, please please." you babbled, to which he listened, telling you to cum that he was right here for you. he pressed his lips against your jaw, the sweet kisses and soft worship a distinct contrast from his onslaught on your poor cunt. and then you heard him, like he was inside your head “cum for me”, armand invited you to let go of everything, to allow the ecstasy to eat you alive, and you did. ‘cumming', you repeated— his name being slurred as you called out to him, eyes shut tightly.

you were hit by everything all at once, your senses blurred as you could barely control your body. armand’s name was the only thing you whine out through the overwhelming pleasure that took over you. he burned the sight into his brain, warm juices coated his hand as he slowed his movements, still overstimulating you just a bit.

you slumped against his chest, your blissed out state warming his abnormally cold one, he didn’t let go of you. you were out of breath, you stayed like that for a moment before he glanced at his fingers.

your pleasure dripped all over his pads, down to his palm, and he couldn’t help but take a taste of you. he took his time savoring each finger like it was ambrosia.

"messy little thing.. let me clean you up."

[savagewildnerness]

Assad. Assad. Assad. Assad. Assad.

Arun. Amadeo. Armand. Beloved of God? Or forgotten; abandoned by all.

I have been waiting for Armand to make me cry & today he did. What an episode for Armand. The broken child of eternity. The terrifying, yet composed Maitre. The lost boy, named beloved, but was he really ever beloved by anyone? Oh, but you will be, Armand. Ugh, the way Armand looks when Louis talks about how real DreamStat was: that he wasn’t exactly physically there, but he wasn’t *not* there; that he could feel his breath. Armand’s fragile, shattered semblance of self creaking at the cracks even though this was all 3/4 of a century ago… his desperate need. And yet his power. His innocence & his cruelty. All of the dualities within the extraordinary half-a-millennia old being. Armand: trapped over & over by beings & in systems that purport to sustain him. Afraid to take action ever to escape, as who is he beyond what he has to give? So much love & unknowing how to give or receive it. Desperately alone.

[alcordraws]

I think my favorite thing about iwtv/vampire chronicles is just how insane every is about each other. Louis is a sad goth girl who falls fast and hard for a blaring red flag so he marries lestat after watching him kill two priests and then yearns for him despite their marriage being a total dumpster fire. He sees Armand kill a girl on stage and thinks. Oh that's cruel and evil (affectionate). Finds out he killed his daughter and stays in a fucked up bdsm marriage for another 70 years. Armand wants to consume Lestat soooo bad. He also hates him so bad. But he cut off his lover's hands for him <3. But he also threw him off a tower. Lestat thinks Armand is batshit insane and a menace but also like. It's Armand his theatre friend Armand, his beloved (beloathed<3) Armand. Both of them stalk Louis bc his jewel-like sorrow and tumultuous, powerful love has bewitched them body and soul.

[hummingbee-o0o]

Picking Lint off the Sofa (chapter 3/4)

(Because, as always, I forget to make the post)

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Daniel comes home to find Armand burning a sofa.

He stepped out for an hour and change, just to meet with his research assistant, who was in the area and kind enough to drop off some library books for him, since most libraries tend to stick to daylight operating hours. Seventy-eight minutes. That’s all it took. Seventy-eight minutes.

The fire is neatly contained to the sofa alone, but it’s still blazing hella high right in the middle of their living room. At least Armand has pushed the other furniture out of the way. It’s also not their actual sofa that they use, which is something of a relief.

“Uh-huh,” Daniel says. “So, honey, how was your day?”

“Very good, thank you,” Armand replies calmly, not even turning around from where he’s sitting cross-legged in front of the raging inferno. “How was your meeting with your research assistant?”

“Oh, you know, fine. She had a drink, I had a sip from a guy on my way to meet her, she dropped off the books and reminded me to finish the chapter. Can we address the flaming elephant in the room now?”

“Oh,” Armand says, livening up, like he’s only just realised what Daniel’s issue is. “Yes, I had some inspiration for my new gallery opening.”

Yeah, okay, it’s not like Daniel is completely surprised. Armand’s current preferred mode of artistic expression is a mixed media approach where he makes or paints things, then sets them on fire, puts them out and occasionally adds finishing touches. It’s haunting, it’s beautiful, it’s heart-rendingly metaphoric about Armand’s perception of himself, and the high-end art galleries are eating it up.

It’s just that, you know. Usually he does it in his room, which is an art studio that doubles as a mad scientist lab and has the floors for it.

“Sure, sure. I mean, listen, I love it, but the floor here is original 1930s woodwork, babe.”

Armand hums, looking almost dreamily at the fire; Daniel’s darling little pyro. “Don’t worry, beloved. The floor won’t be affected.”

“Yeah? How do you figure that?”

“On a quantum level, due to the electrons’ ambiguous location, there’s always a miniscule sliver of empty space remaining between any two objects. I’m simply not allowing the fire or its heat to progress past that barrier.”

Daniel stares at him for a moment.

“Okay, that is seriously so hot. Put this out and come to bed, I need you to put me on my hands and knees and fuck me right now.”

Armand chuckles, the gold in his eyes dancing. “As much as I’d love to, I’m afraid we’ll both have to wait for that — I can’t possibly extinguish the fire now, it’s not yet finished.”

“Oh, come on!” Daniel says, because… come on!

-

(Read the whole thing on AO3)

[setevulpo]

woke up in a cold sweat thinking about madeleine and daniel and how armand interacts with them.

this woman who is not only calm about becoming a vampire (a monster, in armand's own words), but actively welcomes it? this boy who was excited about meeting a vampire, and also wanted to be turned?

armand decides, as one does, to interrogate them. he jumps between curiosity and pity and a weird, violent mix of the two, asks them about their lives and digs into them to understand exactly what is wrong with these two humans that would makes them so fascinating.

he tries to figure out why madeleine is so eager to become a vampire, despite the loneliness of it. he tries to understand what is it about daniel that makes him worthy of attention.

and honestly? i don't think he necessarily finds out. but that just makes them more interesting in the long run