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Every Boston Raider knows that although their captain has a girl in every port, he’s got a soft spot for the one in Montreal. Dr. Shane Hollander knows it’s better to have a semi-regular source of casual sex than try to make a relationship work during residency. Ilya Rozanov knows that the doctor he’s fucking in Montreal is unaware that he plays hockey, and in fact probably thinks he’s Bratva.
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13 Jan 2026
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"Telling Shane that his name was Ilyusha had been a stroke of fucking genius; every time it appears in WhatsApp, usually as a prelude to a scold, Ilya wants to bark like a fucking dog."
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(Don't Fear) The Reaper by DeafeningUnknown
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
29 Dec 2025
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Daniel Molloy pieces together fragments of his past in a New England cabin in an attempt to write his own memoir, but finds a missing year. A letter from his wayward maker inviting him to learn more kick-starts a journey of re-discovery.
A split-timeline story featuring an alternative Devil's Minion side quest, typical Armand mindfuckery, entirely too many Literary and musical references, and some good, old-fashioned toxic yaoi.
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how memory makes monsters into myth by blueskiddoo
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
16 Sep 2024
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“I said I’m fine, Alice,” Daniel snaps, and time itself grinds to a halt.
Not literally. Ha. The things you have to specify with vampires. Daniel wishes he could laugh, but the sound is stuck somewhere in his throat, along with his heart. Now, of course, his hand chooses to be perfectly still.
Why the fuck did he say that?
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daniel keeps slipping up and mistaking armand for his ex-wife and the more he looks back on his memories, the less reliable they get. he's pretty sure he married alice molloy, but how do you marry a woman who apparently never existed?
armand is armand about it.
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27 Nov 2025
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Maybe he really does just want to chat. It must get lonely, selling priceless art on Etsy or whatever he’s always doing on the iPad, pretending like Louis du Pointe du Lac, love of his immortal life, doesn’t hate his fucking guts. It’s almost enough to make you feel bad for the guy, if you forget all the lying.
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Armand looks shell-shocked, his lips parted around words he’s seemed to have lost track of, his hair curling messily over his forehead in the summer humidity. The air is electric with tension, adrenaline rushing through Daniel’s veins so fast it’s making him lightheaded. Would Armand be able to taste it? Don’t think about that. Jesus Christ, Danny. Some fucking focus please?
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Keep walking, Danny. Haven’t you learned anything? Stranger danger?
Too bad that Armand isn’t a stranger. He’s something worse than that. A pet tiger, beautiful and deadly and probably too fond of him to bite. Doesn’t mean Daniel has to keep sticking his head in its mouth.
Doesn’t mean he’ll stop either.
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Armand doesn’t say anything but lean inwards like a flower toward the sun, his eyes half-lidded but burning, looking like he’s ready to eat him, maybe more or less literally. He’d barely have to move to close the gap between them, but he won’t. The knowledge is its own, unique, power trip. They could stand like this all night, simmering, waiting for Armand to make a move.
Daniel drops his eyes and shifts his head, nearly close enough to knock their noses together. “Say that thing about missing me again,” he says.
“I missed you,” Armand murmurs, the words soft and low and velvet. The sort of thing you could get drunk on. A red wine that tastes like New Year’s Eve, 1976.
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in the deafening polar province called You by shineforthee
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
23 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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25 Oct 2025
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Later, Daniel will ask him what his own brain looks like, and Armand will tell him about the dying universe that is the vampire’s mind. The vast expanse of space that was once potential but is now riddled with the skeletons of dead stars. He will tell him that to be a vampire is to be ever closer to nothingness, trapped in entropy with no known end. The slow and perpetual journey from misery to decay to–
And Daniel will cut him off and say, “You’re fucking dramatic. And you’re not allowed to watch Star Trek anymore."
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If Armand could exist in only one place for the rest of his remarkably long life, he thinks he would be happy to live in the rough scratch of Daniel’s sleep-lazy throat. He says as much in Daniel’s mind, just for the pleasure of feeling him press closer even as he tries to protest.
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‘Daniel. Lover, beloved, source of all my joy and aggravation.’ He can’t be sure whether he actually says it in Daniel’s head, or whether he announces it into the minds of the hundreds milling about them, but he doesn’t care. ‘It is because I will love you forever that I will not make you in my image.’
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“You said if I had truly loved you, it would never have gone away, and I think you’re correct.”
“Sure, yeah, it happens once in a while.” There’s that carefully neutral tone again, the transparent attempt at apathy. “It’s alright. Everyone mistakes infatuation for love every once in a while.”
“No, I did love you, Daniel. I just simply never stopped.”
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“God, how do you do that?” Daniel scowls back at him.
“Do what?”
“Look like– you’ve really perfected the wolf in sheep’s clothing look.”
Armand can’t remember ever having practiced. It’s the nature of who he once was paired with the nurture that came after. All he says is, “I was prey, once.”
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One hand wings between his shoulder blades, presses, and then they’re shifting, side by side and face to face and the only kind thing the sun has ever done for him is let him see each fleck of color in Daniel’s eyes. “How do you think this ends, Armand?” Daniel doesn’t sound angry this time, just sad and tired. “Do you know what end stage Parkinson’s looks like? I won’t be able to walk. Won’t remember shit, permanently this time. Will probably piss myself. Does that sound romantic to you?”
Daniel used to make arguments like this when he was young, and they had no teeth then. When Daniel couldn’t comprehend an aging body any better than Armand could.
It has teeth now.
Still. Devotion is easy. Devotion is something he does as simply as breathing, when given the chance. “It ends with your death, Daniel. Not a moment sooner.”
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Armand lowered his eyes and spoke softly, “You want to know if what Daniel wrote about me is true?”
“Yes, Armand; I would love to know.” Came the reply from Daniel’s friend, a little condescending, but that was alright, Armand didn’t mind.
A quick gaze at Daniel proved him to be only mildly amused. How far would he allow Armand to go then?
“I could do a small demonstration. If you’re curious.”
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Life's milestones warrant a party. Like, for example, selling 20 million copies of a book.
There is no reason not to throw a party. There is no reason not to invite every person Daniel's ever met.There is no reason for Armand to show up. But that is besides the point.
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20 Oct 2025
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“Oh no, Marianne. He wouldn’t have come here with Mr. De Pointe du Lac. Would you now, Armand?” It was said with a smile, too. Like Daniel wasn’t really trying to be mean. It just came naturally to him.
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He would have stopped if Daniel had asked. Of course he would, he could follow directions. He was good at it. But Daniel knew what he was, what he did to people’s heads, and he had yet to let go of him. He was the dangerous dog on a leash and Daniel was holding the handle but the rope was loose in his hands.
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Daniel was warm and he was his. His magnificent, monstrous fledgling, unperturbed by the hundreds of hearts pumping all around him, looking only at him , at Armand, his maker, willingly complicit in his actions.
Armand leaned further into Daniel’s personal space, pressed his nose into Daniel’s earlobe, “I will start attending college. I will pretend to be getting my driver’s license. I will take a job at a coffee shop for minimum wage. I will horrify her with how young and vulnerable her father’s new friend is.”
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I went into your room and watched you sleep and thought, ‘What would he do, if I cut him open with a knife and told him that was the only way to save him? Would he thank me for it then?’.
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Armand nipped him, tasted the skin of his inner thigh, red and swollen with blood.
“Finally, there you fucking are.” Daniel said and his satisfied smile took over his whole face, “There’s the little creature who drunk me dry.”