FINALLY SOME GOOD FUCKIN FOOD ARE YOU SEEING THIS ARE YOU SEEING IT!!!!!!! HOT femDM featuring grumpy hot Dani and ABSOLUTE WEIRDO Armand, bonus points for gorgeous prose wow this was incredible please read it :D
Bloodflower (orphaned) [AO3]
Rated T -- 647 -- Armand/Daniel
HJKDLAG LMAO GUYS I FOUND AN OLD SCHOOL SONGFIC CAN YOU BELIEVE IT !!! Must recommend this as a quickie glimpse at the past, feat: Armand angst lol. Do you young people know how common this used to be?! I can't believe.
Crimson Incarnate by @covenofthearticulate [AO3]
Rated E -- 2k -- Armand/Lestat/Louis
weirdly enough it's like Lestat being Lestat and being moony and romantic during a very filthy and sensual threesome i mean what else is there to say, please read
(I daydream all the time about like Armand/Daniel IF THEY WERE LADIES and I love thinking about the ways that change their characters and how they navigate the universe AND I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY ABOUT it, I'd love to write a sapphic Devil's Minion fic lol but for now just take this tiny snippet bc my brain is just very happy to think of them as pretty gorls)
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Daniel saw the book before she heard the music.
And that’s fair, she thinks. She has a moment, standing in front of the large table in the book store, trying to take stock of the situation. This has happened more and more these days, like waking up out of a void. She realizes she doesn’t know what the date is.
Of course she hadn’t heard any music, or seen the music videos. She’s only seen the walls of her hotel room for weeks.
But she looks around the shop, heart racing as she slips the book into her purse. She doesn’t remember how she gets back to the room, just feels the hair raising on the back of her neck as she locks the door. She glances out the window through the blinds; way up on the tenth floor but these fuckers can climb. It’s only just getting dark out. She tugs the heavy curtains shut and sits in the uncomfortable chair in the corner to read.
Part of her wants to focus, to devour it front to back. But her brain doesn’t stay in one place as she skips around. And she knows what she’s looking for as she fans through the pages.
Armand. Armand.
The name catches her eye and she stops, heart in her throat as she reads.
“And an auburn-haired child in crude peasant’s clothes,” she whispers out loud. Her hands are shaking and sweaty as she flips the pages back.
“What can I do to make you love me?” The words double and bounce in her vision. The paragraphs crawl together, in and out of order. For one moment her face was wretched. It was defeated and warm and full of human misery. How old was she, I wondered. How long ago had she been a human who looked like that?
There had maybe been some part of her, in the bookstore, seeing the name Lestat and wondering if it was a joke. But the words give her the chills. Defeated and warm and full of human misery. Daniel can see it in her mind. It's the exact way that Armand still gets.
Something depthless about her, when they have arguments. Human but not, and her eyes can be so sad sometimes.
Her clothes were black velvet, once beautiful, and now eaten away by time, and crusted with dirt.
Something about that, too, and Daniel remembers the last time Armand came to collect her. The silent way she’d stared at the holes in Daniel’s sweater, and the dirt around the hems of her jeans. Armand had pressed her lips together, and draped her fine jacket over Daniel’s shoulders. She’d made a call from the car phone, on the way to the airport, and the concierge at the gate had a new outfit waiting for her.
Daniel closed the book and put it to the side. She pressed one of her palms against her eye and willed herself not to cry.
You are destroying me.
(the soft and bruised sense of what she was. Old, old, evil,)
They will never satisfy you, the ones you make. In silence the estrangement and the resentment only grow.
