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in the deafening polar province called You by shineforthee
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
24 Sep 2024
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Daniel is sprawled out across the bed, loose-limbed and lazy, somehow filling all the open space it has to offer and leaving Armand to nestle into the gaps. His cheeks are flushed, blood pooling like it knows what comes next. Maybe it does. Armand was reading about classical conditioning the other day. About dogs who become accustomed to getting food when their handler rings a bell.
Perhaps Daniel is the dog, Armand’s teeth sharp bells reverberating in his veins. Or perhaps Armand is the dog, Daniel’s blood a song rattling in his ears. He has been a dog before. He runs his tongue along the bow of Daniel’s collarbone, gathers the salt-sweat there and imagines what it tastes like because Daniel does.
Armand remembers he loved Daniel, once, and that Daniel loved him. Or a version of them did, at least. It isn't his intention to go back to that, but it's not not his intention, either. Such is the prerogative of an immortal: to hold two contradicting desires simultaneously. If nothing else, it passes the time while he waits for this miserable interview to end.
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I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees by lexdelioncourt
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
14 Feb 2026
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“You look very handsome tonight,” he says, his eyes flickering back down to the flowers. “Do you have… plans?”
Six months they’ve been back together, and Armand still doesn’t seem to realize that the only plans Daniel ever wants to have are ones that involve him. Like he can’t possibly allow himself to hold out any hope that Daniel might actually want to spend time with him.
“Well, yeah, hopefully,” Daniel says, holding out the flowers, his palms sweating. “Be my Valentine?”
Armand’s eyes go wide and he looks at the flowers again. “Are these for me?”
“No, they’re for the Robinson’s next door,” Daniel says, and immediately regrets it when Armand’s brow crinkles. “Yeah, babe, they’re for you.”
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In which Daniel Molloy makes up for 72 years of terrible Valentine's Days by giving Armand his first proper one in 516.
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04 Mar 2026