#i wanted to be what daniel was to armand and what armand was to daniel

[the-witch-and-her-husbands]

‘That would be wonderful.’ Daniel smiled and gave Armand a sweet kiss. ‘But I’ve already got what I want most. Right here, in my arms already.’

Jil nuzzled into Hannibal’s chest, rubbing her cheek on him as she tried to comfort them both. ‘I feel that way too, sometimes. But it’s not a dream. I’m in your arms. We’re safe, and warm. And we’re surrounded by our pack who will always protect us. And help you protect me.’

Lestat returned the kiss, long and lingering. ‘I want you too, my omega. So much. Soon. Soon you will be fully mine,’ he murmured.

The Farm

Hannibal Lecter was the chief doctor and surgeon on an omega farm. His duties included keeping the Omega healthy and delivering the children that were always being born.

He had a highly efficient team that worked to do their best to look after the omega on the farm. He knew the owner cared very little besides what money they could make off the omega, so Hannibal did what he could.

He was in his office reviewing the tasks that needed doing that day. He was always repairing the damage that alphas inflicted on the omega, patching them up to send them back for sex.

He looked up as his office door opened.

[autistically-zoinked]

Once again thinking about Daniel's internalized homophobia

[victorzsasz]

Listen, a thing I love about Devil's Minion is that Armand has always had others people's desires pushed on him, he's always been told what to do sexually. From his brothel days, to being used by Marius, to Louis telling him to lay face down in the coffin, but then there's Daniel. Daniel always asks Armand what he wants to do, asks permission when he wants to do something, and lets Armand have full control over the situation.

In this essay, I will tell you how dom Armand/sub Daniel is the superior dynamic,

[hummingbee-o0o]

"A tape recorder? Really, my beloved?"

"Hey, I figure this is gonna be chock-full of on-the-nose metaphors and references. Just wanted to make sure I'm doing my bit. And speaking of making all of this about me..."

"Yes."

"Let's get this out of the way, put it on the official record and move on, because we've talked about this enough that a therapist out there somewhere got their wings. Reasons for abandoning me after you turned me. Go."

"Yes, while it may have felt like abandonment--"

"Cause it was."

"--at the time my only motivation was your wellbeing. I was... horrified. Panicked. I had just been confronted with my force of destruction, had it laid out so clearly for me how I ruin everything and everyone I touch. When you. When you first opened your new eyes, and I held you, I realised I have never loved anyone as much as I love you, and I never will. You clung to me, drinking my blood, and I knew I was willing to do anything for you. Even tear out my own heart and leave you. Even, as you like to say, break the cycle playing on repeat in my own head. Does that cover it?"

"Yeah. Note: what the vampire Armand Molloy is trying to say here is that he was slammed with the mother of all post-partum hormonal tidal waves, and had he ever skimmed through a copy of What to expect when you're expecting, all of this could have been avoided."

"Have your fun, but you're well aware of my patterns. You're the one who has revealed them to me, after all, in more ways than one. And that night in Dubai, when you looked at me with so much need, and I felt the bond tying us together, I just couldn't stand the thought of you hating me. Suffering because of me. A hormonal tidal wave, you called it? Well. I realised that I had never truly loved, until you came along. Because I was... I was never willing to leave, not even when I saw I was stifling, snuffing out the person I so desperately wanted to keep. A parasite. But for you? For you I was desperate to leave. So that you could be free in a way I never was. So that you would never hate me. And then you found me, and you told me you wanted me with you. I think I believe you, now. I'm sorry it took so long."

"..."

"Please note that the vampire Daniel Molloy is currently crying."

"Oh, fuck you...!"

[ismyverynaturethatofthedevil]

Hannibal just looked innocently at Daniel. “No idea what she’s talking about there’s no thieving here!”

Louis started at Lestat silently vowing to get him back for the pinch when he could, he smiled at Daniel to hide his thoughts.

Armand nodded, “yes you should come one night I think you’d like it.” He was wanting to go home now so he could cuddle Daniel and talk.

@the-witch-and-her-husbands

Louis de Pointe Dulac had made the corps de ballet. He stepped into the classroom and quietly sat in the back setting his bag down as he got ready to stretch. He stared around at the other dancers, he saw the other beginner dancers like him as well as the Principal dancers, the best of the company. The teacher walked in and started instructing the warm up exercises.

[rasolomonwrites]

More possessive Armand and confused old Daniel plz <3 Maybe they stumble upon each other in the Dubai kitchen and Daniel accidentally (due to Parkinson’s?) cuts himself? Overprotective Armand who is also suddenly not able to stop staring at the blood? ^^

Hell yeah brother

Something about the food he was being served was ringing major alarm bells for Daniel.

An 84 course meal perfumed with a twisted melange of his own painful memories?

Why? For what?

What's the angle?

That would have been weird enough on it's own. Constantly catching the servant boy watching him like a fucking hawk was a whole other thing.

The kid looked at him as if he could absorb the food himself solely by watching him eat it.

Fucking Rashid.

Stuffed with pineapples for the pleasure of his master and praying to some god Daniel had never fucking heard of.

When Louis asked him if he wanted a taste he had never wanted anything so badly in his life.

Maybe it was divine retribution for being a dirty old man and maybe it was the Parkinson's, but instead of cutting the duck on his plate he sliced himself.

Louis noted the cut across the table and was quick to ask if he needed medical attention.

Rashid on the other hand was looking at his thumb with eyes so black and fathomless and intense that Daniel couldn't help but feel the urge to hide the offending finger.

He stuck it right in his mouth.

That was the wrong move, those eyes traced his movements, unblinking, lingering on his lips where his thumb disappeared.

" 'm fine." Insisted Daniel around his thumb, the blood sliding across his tongue.

"If you would like, Mr. Molloy, I can cut your food for you." Offered Rashid, and something about that made Daniel feel entirely too warm and embarrassed for him to accept it.

"You don't need to chew up my food for me. I'm not a baby bird."

"Of course not, Mr. Molloy."

Was there a hint of humor behind that glacial deference?

The way those dark eyes glinted was giving Daniel such deja vu that he put down his cutlery and gave up on his duck.

Who the hell was this kid?

[honeytrap-graham]

ATTENTION ARMAND AND DEVIL’S MINION FANS ALIKE WHO HAVEN’T READ THE BOOKS 🚨

i know there’s a description of the vial of Armand’s blood that he gives Daniel, BUT (even if you know the description or not) how do you imagine it is? i’m looking for VERY DETAILED descriptions of what you think it looks like. shape? round, squared, a more ornate shape? size? carvings? materials? like, i need to VISUALIZE it. pretty please? i want to draw it but the description of the books is not giving.

[camellia-thea]

initially this post had some commentary about interests right now. and then it turned into a ramble about personal healing in the tags. so the interest post is going separately.

[cryptocism]

that half-blank, half-apocalyptic look

"i can b ur angle or yuor devil" etc etc "get a man who can do both" etc etc

obsessed with this vamp i think he should get to do whatever he wants forever

[shelfperson]

okay but WHYYY is no one talking about louis and daniel WHYYYYYYYYYY is no one talking about the greatest grandpa4grandpa relationship known to man and i don’t even mean romantically i mean in the most basic human platonic level their relationship is FASCINATING.

like louis SAUGHT HIM OUT after FIFTY YEARS he FOUND HIS BOY, this horrible infant who DID NOT UNDERSTAND A THING HE TOLD HIM, who saw his raw, decades-old pain and wanted in on it, AND HE GOES BACK FOR HIM BECAUSE HE KNOWS HE’S CHANGED. he can understand now. he can help him find the truth.

and like, they’re both absolutely terrified by each other because they’re both uniquely skilled at getting under each other’s skin and finding that truth (and also because… louis could just up and eat daniel anytime but shhhh…) and it’s because they UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER. louis’s interviewing daniel as much as daniel’s interviewing him, just. pulling teeth from each other’s head, trying to pull out all the rot with such violence and cruelty (from both of them!! daniel is a cockwallop!!) but they want to help each other they CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER.

LIKE THIS????

THIS FUCKING SHIT?????

GAGGED ME. RUINED ME. I HAD TO STOP AND TAKE A WALK AROUND THE ROOM.

(the gifs are from @loumands account btw. great work my guy)

[platoapproved]

iwtv ships + book quotes

[loumandforyou]

Armand + why would you say that if you have only met this man once

[fascinationstreetmp3]

i need daniel to be overcompensating for his insecurities so bad. 100 times more cocky and rude and aggressive and insensitive than he was as a human, falling back into old dangerous habits and vices, not just because now he has new energy and power and wealth to flaunt but because it's ALL he has, and he needs to cling onto it. play it up and revel in it so no one sees that underneath, he feels like a botched fledgling in the body of a sick, faded old man who maybe has no real idea why he was even made. that armand might think he failed in making him. that his maker didn't even really want him.

[queenoftheimps]

OK but imagine if Season 3 kicks off, Daniel is still trying to figure out where Armand is while tagging along on the Rockstar Lestat tour for the second book, he's having no luck figuring out where Armand has squirrelled away, then he winds up at some concert venue chatting with some aging punk who's around his mortal age and it gets mildly flirty and then LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL, HERE COMES ARMAND WITH THE STEEL CHAIR

[the-woman-upstairs]

It is driving me…cuckoo bananas that Daniel uses his job as a socially acceptable way to chase the high he used to get from drugs and Armand not only is fully aware of this, but he himself then PROVIDES that very high when Daniel beats him and exposes his lies to Louis.

[charlie-rulerofhell]

Pick up the pace, pack up the gear Gimme some face, a souvenir Here come the gays, here comes the fear Now we're having fun