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“They spin me and they spin me, like a tiny, fragile porcelain doll. They wind me up and I dance, and I fuck, and I make their coffee in the morning. They keep me in a box for their own amusement and when it no longer suits them, they put me away like it costs them nothing.”
Tobias holds out his hand, steals her cigarette as she passes. He takes a long, slow drag, tries to quell the heart battering his lungs. It is enough that she is here with him, that she has chosen to spend the rest of her time smoking his cigarettes and stealing his bed, borrowing his baby sister's clothes.
She collapses next to him under the moon bright dawn, the scrape of brick at their back, city spilling out at their feet. Perhaps this is the curse of loving Cheyenne Toussaint, the balance of holding her tightly enough that she feels wanted, but not so tightly that she feels caged.
“I am going to Paris,” Cheye rasps, gaze tilted to the hazy sky. Tobias holds the smoke in his lungs, lets it go.
“You're going to Paris.”
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The Swap AU
Bookmarked by summsummsummer
09 Sep 2025
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They spin me and they spin me, like a tiny, fragile porcelain doll. They wind me up and I dance and I fuck and I make their coffee in the morning. They keep me in a box for their own amusement and when it no longer suits them, they put me away like it costs them nothing
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There was some combination of words to get her to see this but he couldn’t seem to find it: that fucking Matthieu Rivière did not need Tobias Bell trussed up like a Christmas present for his delectation. His haircut was too stupid.
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“You don’t get it,” Gabin sighed. “It’s like, he gets this fire, this light, behind his eyes, and I know I put it there. Like, he touches me, he looks at me, and he sees — art — I don’t know.” He paused, stealing a thoughtful drag from her cigarette. “He fucks me like I matter.”
Bookmarked by summsummsummer
11 Aug 2025
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I have been arrested twice as many times as you and they are making me the boss.
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Daniel's linen shirt is wrinkled where it stretches tight across his chest, top three buttons left open to expose to the glistening plane of his sternum. A lock of blond hair is wet where it touches his forehead, curled from the humidity and Armand aches to push it aside. To drag his fingers through the mess of it. He could drop into Daniel’s lap and do it right now.
Armand folds his arms across his chest. He tracks the way Daniel’s thumb flicks over the switch on the lighter. Once, twice, and then it sparks to life.
“You’re the one who picks these disgusting muggy places to live, not me,” Daniel mutters, smoke crawling from between his lips. “I don’t see why you like this kind of weather so much.”
Daniel and Armand settle in Miami. Spend the evening on a hotel balcony and work out how to work someone dead into a sweat.
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The last of the Children of Darkness, Armand hides from the modern world. Daniel finds him.