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what bonding activity should Armand and Daniel do next in my fic series🥰🫶?
redecorate the villa, restore night island
apologize to Louis and Lestat
reconcile with Daniel's daughters
secret fourth option (lmk!)
What's Mine is Yours to Make Your Own
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I know I’m fucking spamming about Old Habits —sorry guys — but I genuinely would like to know what you think about the next chapter
Where should they go when they leave the club??? (I’m torn)
Back to motel to do WHATEVER
Second location to keep getting more worked up over each other LMAO
Armand's style of stalking Daniel is Nosferatu inspired, I can't unseen it now. This is sleep paralysis demon scheming.
Chapter 6 of Old Habits is up!!!! It’s VERY sexy so be prepared for that, 18+ please! This is more of an in between, setting things up chapter. They’re going to leave the club soon and it’s gonna get intimate, baby!
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Heeeeeeeyyyy buddy I know you're working hard on that sixth chapter of Old Habits, would youuuu be open to a lil Tumblr preview?? For lil ol me?? Need stoned!Armand like I need air... Please?🙏
Yes just for you!!! (I may edit this more before I publish the chapter)
Armand is right behind him, hands hovering over Daniel’s back as if he wants to grab onto his shirt. He lowers them, swaying slightly where he’s standing. Raises his big doe eyes, Daniel’s intrusive thoughts provide, to meet Daniel’s.
”We have arrived,” he states, intensity glittering in his eyes.
Daniel puts his hands on Armand’s upper arms, anchoring him in place, feeling bare skin under his fingers.
”Yeah. Uh, Armand, why don’t you wait outside. Just stand here for like, five minutes.”
Armand’s eyes drift down, and Daniel feels heat gathering on the back of his neck. Armand is so perceptive. Even when he’s stoned. It’s pretty fucking apparent why he needs to go to the bathroom.
But Armand’s face stays blank as he meets Daniel’s gaze again, and Daniel considers it a blessing.
“I’ll be right back,” he says, and guides Armand over to the wall bordering the bathroom, plants him against it. When he bumps him against it, Armand’s mouth opens, almost imperceptibly, and Daniel feels a wellspring of guilt and shame and need open up inside him. Yeah. He needs to take care of this before he has any more fucking crazy thoughts.
Next to them, two women are observing the scene, one of them silently vaping, exhaling a strawberry-scented cloud that quickly dissipates in the humid room. Daniel feels their eyes on him — turns to observe them back. One of the women, the one with the shaved head, smiles at him, elbowing her — friend? No. Girlfriend.
“We’ll stand with you, man,” says the girlfriend, and takes another hit of her vape. Daniel makes note of the tiny Hello Kitty stickers that cover its surface. “Till he gets back.”
Armand, leaning heavily against the wall, smiles serenely. “He will not be five minutes,” he assures them. Then looks at Daniel, as if he’s daring him to disagree.
Girlfriend shrugs. “Suit yourself.”
Daniel holds Armand’s gaze. Feels he’s being patronizing, but remembers he’s still supremely stoned, deems it necessary. “Stay here,” he whispers, and feels guilty for telling him what to do. “You’re stoned. Too many creeps out there.”
Armand’s eyes shine as he turns to enter the bathroom. Daniel’s still picturing them as he pushes the door open, steps inside.
someone send me daniel and armand fics pls i need them like i need air :((
MEMORY #1:
COLOR OF THE DAY
Sometimes love can mean gifting your lover a camera. Sometimes it can mean being as excited about same-color blending as your lover. When those meanings collide, you get a memento of the first time you saw a strawberry blended with a diced rat.
Sometimes love can mean wanting to remember even the most disgusting parts of your lover because they're part of them.
I’m drunk rn give me dm fic ideas
