Jhoneysuh
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Take My Heart, Pull It Apart by Jhoneysuh
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
05 Jun 2025
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There is a moment of silence, pure stillness. Yet the stillness in the Express, as Sunday has begun to observe and recognize it, is never as dull as the one back in Penacony. Here, there is softness to the pause that makes him, without turning his head, inhale leisurely and allow his wings to fall down a little. No longer en garde.
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You Can Hold Your Own, I Will Hold It Too by Jhoneysuh
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
08 Nov 2024
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And this is something they don’t do—something Louis has vowed to never do again—this odd domesticity that will mount to nothing by the end of a decade. But the lent clothes feel like feathers against his skin, the wooded walls, the silk around them, everything close enough for his senses to pick up on, reeks of Armand, and the familiarity of it—of, I would never hurt you—is like cognac in his veins, like tobacco in his perished lungs, and no streets in Paris, in no place or room—but here, would he ever be this welcomed, this wanted. And he realizes that he is free, free to remain forever in this cell as long as he could be welcome, even tolerated, allowed here on any condition whatsoever.
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And who is Armand if not his unwavering devotion, his excessive servility, and unreserved submission—how Louis phrases it—never once a challenge to Louis, never once a disobedient disciple. Armand wants to be good; on God, he tries, but something in him does not allow it.
Or, Armand ruins their art transaction to earn himself some spankings.
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“Let’s officially launch it with you,” he had said with knurled fingers gripping below the shutter. A poking finger on Armand’s chest was all it took for him to slump limply on his bed.
Or, Louis buys a new camera and is eager to show it to Armand.
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“Yes, maître,” Armand mumbles with a hard swallow as if the words are being strangled out of him.
“No, no, no,” Louis scolds softly as if he is addressing a child, “no maître either. No Arun. Just Louis and Armand. Just us.”
Or, Louis wants to unlearn shame with Armand.