yue writes stuff

28 yo with a degree who really just wants to write some fanfiction. Learning Korean.

[fluentisonus]

they're trying to get me to do something called ""my job"" instead of reading about medieval english poaching laws

[liberalsarecool]

Conservative men are addicted to sexism and rape culture.

[gaypeople]

eternal monogamy <3

[midnightchapter]

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE | THE VAMPIRE LESTAT — 3.02 “Toledo”

[lyrisnightblood]

Inspired by the "Once upon a Frame" multibanner trailer - Rafayel x MC

(note: distinction needs to be made that this was written 8 hours after the trailer got released, and in no way is a reflection of the actual card. I'm not infold's secret agent, I'm in the dark about the actual contents of the card. I wrote this for fun 🙃🫶)

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"If you don't wake up soon, the seagulls are gonna eat your bread."

I awake with a gasp.

Which… should be impossible.

"Rafayel…?"

How… how is he here?! How am I here???

I look around wildly. The flower arrangements this side of the ship are beautiful as usual. The sunset illuminated the deck and the artist in front of me quite well. The ship is still…. Intact?

"Why… are we here?"

Rafayel mistakes my shock for sleepy confusion, and walks up to me. He sets his sketchbook and pencil on the side table. "You wanna swim over to the next port?" He caresses my face with the gentle fondness I got quickly used to since meeting him a couple days ago. "We're not fish, you know." His touch is as warm as I remember, and his expression is of one who's at ease with his surroundings.

It doesn't make sense… The ship… the ship got caught in a storm, it was on the verge of sinking- no, it had sustained irreparable damage, enough to sink with certainty-

"We'll dock tomorrow." Unaware of my inner turmoil, Rafayel takes my hand. The warmth from his hand seeps into mine through my glove. "So, where should we go first?" Not waiting for my reply, he leaps nimbly over the railing and sits on it with ease. He's always been at ease with his capabilities and his surroundings.

"Huh…?"

But…. The ship sank… and Rafayel's wounds were…

I almost didn't want to think about it, but the second I close my eyes, all I can see is the way Rafayel bled from his head. He had pulled me away from a falling beam, and ended up getting hurt. The sight of his blood trickling down his right temple filled my heart with dread. I knew enough about medicine to know that a hit at the temple is fatal. And with the way Rafayel apologised and collapsed on my arms, telling me to go on without him, he knew too.

But I had refused to leave without him. I refused to give up on him. Not when it has been Rafayel who had never given up on me, even when I did. He knew me for a grand total of two and a half days, and already he saw something in me I couldn't see myself. Something that, in his own words, was so beautiful he had no choice but to watch it grow and grow until it set him ablaze.

He saved me in so many ways a person can save another.

And I was hopelessly in love with him, that I couldn't bear to part, even at the cost of my own life.

Even if it meant all his efforts to keep me alive was all for naught. For Rafayel Qi had set my soul free in a way that brought me to my knees.

And so, as the storm raged on and the lightning split the skies, and as the ship started its inevitable descent into the sea, I held on to my artist, my saviour, my only love, feeling my heartbeat slow down as the heartbeat beneath my ear slowly ceased to exist…

…Except, now I'm alive and breathing.

More importantly, Rafayel was alive and breathing.

But Rafayel was wounded…

Oh no.

Rafayel's wounds!

I immediately rush to his side and examine his face, left and right. No sight of blood or any injury. Just clean, soft skin, and the pout that I love. I pressed my hand over his chest - just to be sure - and a relieved exhale left my lungs when I felt the steady rhythm of his heart. I look up at him again, surprised and shocked and confused. I was certain I didn't hallucinate the shipwreck. Not even my imagination is vivid enough to replicate the broken ceramics and the water filling the ship slowly, nor were I capable of imagining the feel of the freezing cold of the Atlantic sea against my skin, making every breath difficult, or the way the lightning illuminated the inky black sky with frightening clarity.

It was all scarily real. The ship did sink, and I did spend my last moment in the arms of my dying lover. There was no way I could dream of something that morbid. It all has happened, indeed.

But then, how are we here, unharmed and basking in the warmth of the sunset-

Wait.

It was still sunset?

And Rafayel said…

"….did you say we'll dock… tomorrow?" I ask, still wrapping my head around what just happened.

Rafayel blinks at my question, but still smiles easily. "Yes, cutie. Tomorrow. You know, April the 13th."

April the 13th?

That means-

"Wait- is today April the 12th? And night is yet to fall?"

No…. No way… This cannot be happening…

"Um, yes? I believe that's how time works?" Rafayel's smile trailed off as he sensed my growing distress. "Cutie, are you okay? You're starting to scare me…"

I laugh weakly, gripping his hand. "I….I'm starting to scare myself, if I'm being honest," I exhale, gripping my head with my free hand.

It's happening. It's actually happening. I've somehow travelled back in time, to the moment when I was the happiest - the last sunset of my life, before the ship sank.

Was this a warning? A divine intervention? A second chance at reaching out to my happily ever after?

A chance to save the love of my life?

"Darling?" Rafayel's voice was placed with soft concern as he called my name. "You seem troubled." He slides off the railing and stand next to me, pulling me into his side. "Talk to me, what happened?"

"Rafayel…" I hated the way my voice trembled, but I couldn't hold in the fear anymore. "The ship's about to sink." The gentle smile on his lips dissolves like salt in water. "It- it's true, believe me, I…. I know I don't make sense, everyone talks about how the ship is unsinkable and- but Rafayel, I saw it- no, we saw it, we fought against the waves, we- oh gods, I lost you, my love, I… I-"

"Shh, breathe, cutie." Rafayel stops my rambling by pulling me flush into his arms, hugging me tightly. Tears filled my eyes the moment I felt his warmth envelope me. Warmth that I felt rapidly seep away. I hold him back tightly, unable to hold back my sobs. Rafayel didn't say a word. Not one. He just held me securely, rocking me gently in his arms like a newborn babe. Eventually, I composes myself, enough to talk.

"Rafayel, the ship is going to sink. Not immediately, but tonight. There'll be a storm, and the ship will encounter an iceberg. She will not stay afloat." With every word, I could feel Rafayel tense in my arms. But I didn't see an ounce of doubt in his eyes.

"Darling… how-" he gulps, feeling unsettled, "How do you know?"

"Because I saw it," I reply softly, cupping his face. "I saw the ending, Rafayel. And I don't want to see you…. To see…" you swallow the words, not able to say it.

"…You saw us die, didn't you." It wasn't a question. I nod once.

Rafayel lets out a shaky exhale, his grip on me tightening. "…It's going to be okay, cutie. We'll survive tonight's storm, and live to see another day. Together." He places my palm over his heart, pressing it gently. "It's a vow."

Dazedly, I nod. "I believe you, Rafayel."

He smiles, despite the fear in his eyes, his sharp mind already calculating a hundred and one escape routes. "And as do I, my beloved."

Despite the fear, a quite resolve sets in my heart. We're going to survive this storm, and seize our happily ever after, no matter what.

And as Rafayel seals his vow with a kiss, I make a vow in my heart.

Rafayel believes in me. It's high time I believe in myself as well.

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So... The trailer huh🥲 as devastating as the shipwreck was, I couldn't help but think "what if mc experienced a final destination sorta moment at the moment we see in the kindled showcase?" I ended up almost wetting myself with how I laughed because final destination is morbidly funny, sorry guys I just am messed up like that. Anyway. Please let me know if you liked it🥹💗

[cowboy]

this girl must have pussy like a pizza bc Everytime she fucks me I have little seizures

[chilewithcarnage]

[teaboot]

Yeah Mr. Darcy’s proposal was a complete turd and a half but you gotta understand. You got your life together. A good career, stable income, retirement plan, all that shit together. And you meet this girl. And she’s everything. Clever, outspoken, funny, calls you on your bullshit. Grade A cutie, right? And she doesn’t go out of her way to spend time with you but she’s nice, and sometimes you catch her looking your way in a way that makes you think you might have a shot.

But her family. Holy shit.

First off, it’s p much ALL women, and mostly UNMARRIED women, which at this time means of something happens to her dad then you’re financially responsible for like. Four grown ass adults, potentially forever

Because mom in law is DEFINITELY gonna need someone to take care of her when dad in law kicks it, and they have like. NO money. So already you’re accepting that if all goes well, you’re gonna be one random old bag’s retirement home. That’s expensive and exhausting, yeah? Imagine asking someone on a first date knowing that if they say yes and things go good her high-strung chihuahua mother is gonna move in with you. IMAGINE.

And girly’s other sisters. Well, one is a sweetheart, yeah, so she probably won’t be an issue, but that still leaves three more, and two of those ones are INSUFFERABLE. Never went to school, dumb as rocks, spend cash like it’s toilet paper

And while one of the two is young still and might grow out of it the OTHER one is actively torpedo’ing her entire family’s reputation by wandering off with random dudes and chasing ass. She’s never gonna work, she can’t build connections, she’s a fucking sinkhole, and she’s being led on by the same goddamn con man ass leeching tit who’s been bleeding you dry while telling anyone who’ll listen that your family is full of ratty thieving bastards.

And if he dumps her after a week- WHICH YOU KNOW HIS BITCH ASS IS GONNA- you’ve got a SECOND UNMARRIABLE GROWN ASS ADULT TO PROVIDE FOR. And you KNOW she’s gonna be a tantrum-throwing little shit about it, and it’s not like you can lock her in the basement or something, you’re gonna have to bring her fucking. Everywhere. And give her an allowance and shit while she contributes zero, because again, she NEVER GOT EDUCATED AND HAS NO MARKETABLE SKILLS. She’s not even good to TALK to. FUCK

And you’re looking at this girl’s father like “please for the love of fuck get your spawn under control, marry them off, get them working on their résumé, learning to sew or be nursemaids or manage staff or SOMETHING, yall got no money and one foot in the grave” and that old man just laughs like “haha yeah, what can you do. lol”

So you’re looking to the mom and finally it’s making sense how she got that twitch in her eye and as MUCH as she is you’re starting to realize she’s the SMART one, desperately throwing her armloads of girls at random men like they’re a bunch of fucking lifeboats bobbing around a sinking ship, like yes Jesus Christ sweetly that life boat IS old and ugly and kind of boring but for FUCKS SAKE PICK ONE

And you look back at this girl who is ALSO REFUSING THE LIFE BOATS BY THE WAY and god damn it she’s still the most radiant thing you’ve ever seen so fine, fuck it, Christ alive, you’ll do it. You’ll shoot your shot. She’s everything you’ve ever wanted in anybody abut it’s not even just about that anymore, it’s about being her best fucking shot at a future, and even if she doesn’t like you all that much she’s still gonna say yes and that might break your heart a bit knowing it’s about the money but who knows, maybe it will at least be civil, or companionable, and even if she doesn’t LOVE you at least you’ll know she’s well and cared for

And so you’ll do it. You’ll take on the neurotic stress mess mother in law, the absent father, the broke ass wingnut no brain no money no future airhead sisters, the bad mannered relatives and the embarrassing behaviour and the impending future of sharing your entire shit with a clown parade of freeloaders, you’ll risk it all and accept the absolute certainty of financial ruin and emotional exhaustion for the rest of your whole ass life and you’ll make your own family deal with it too, you’ll do it, you’ll fucking DO IT, you stupid lovesick motherfucker

And so you go to this chick like “look. Your whole family’s a shitshow. You’ve got fucking nothing and you’re gonna die on the street. But for some reason- and I don’t get it either- I’ve fallen in love with you, and I wish I didn’t, but I did, so I’m telling you that whether you like me or not, I’ll give you everything. I’ll give you everything even if it’s the dumbest shit I ever done. Fuck my stupid Baka ass, I’ll marry you.”

And she looks at you- having heard or considered absolutely none of your months-long internal debate and monologue- and goes “The fuck did you just say about my family, you son of a bitch?”

And the shock of that is enough to jolt you back into a reality where you are able to actually hear and process what just came out of your damn mouth And yeah

Yeah, I think I kinda get it

[endiness]

[vmpiredoll]

[kinkydorah]

this one's for the arm fans. i know you're out there. i've seen the things you write in the tags

[vibrantstarfire]

i just don’t get it. where are all the women. where are all the women in your fanfictions. are they all out of town? did they all go on vacation together? do they all have a dentist appointment at the same time?

[hollowwaveremnant]

From the E2 TVL After Dark episode which AMC in their infinite wisdom released in Australia before the actual episode

[professional-rat-eater]

Missing Loumand badly not because I think they should be endgame (even though I loved them together) but because their levels of cunt will never be matched ever again. You had Helen of Troy and evil Princess Diana in a relationship and we’re just supposed to be okay with them not being on screen together anymore.

[apoptoses]

Daniel’s cigarette is burnt down to the butt. He tosses it over the rail, draws another from the pack and lights it. “So why’d you bring me here to a hotel and not straight to another apartment, if we’re going to be sticking around for a while waiting on the house to be done?” he asks.

Because intimacy between them has always come in fits and starts, and Armand can never pin down how it happens. Whether Daniel withdraws because of the inertia of their existence, or whether the thing that brought them together in the first place, immortality, is driving a slow wedge between them. If malingering in this hotel with its wealth of services and comforts for the incalculable weeks until the Villa is built will help or hinder.

It doesn’t matter, really. Just more things that he can’t say.

Armand turns his back to Daniel once again. He rests his folded arms back on the balcony rail, tucks his chin atop them and hides his pursed lips.

From this angle he can just peek over his own elbow, look through the curtain of his lashes and see Daniel ashing his cigarette. His fingers are so long. The light at the sliding glass door casts shadows on the backs of his hands and makes his tendons stand out like bridges connecting his knuckles to his wrist.

The buzz beneath his skin has shifted. Turned into a dull ache, and he can’t stop thinking about how he’d rather sink his teeth into the tender spots on the back of Daniel’s hand than answer his question. 

It’s just that Daniel asked it so earnestly. Sometimes Armand wonders if the little sips of his blood over the years haven’t given him some odd, watered down form of his powers, not strong enough to know the contents of his thoughts but just enough to catch the sensation of them. If maybe Daniel doesn’t use them to his advantage in times like this.

“The hotel brochure said this is what modern couples do," Armand admits, against his better judgment, and rattles off the quote. "Come and feel sparks fly in the suites at our one of a kind adults only resort.”

Daniel arches his brow. “Since when do you care about the things normal couples do?”

Since the foothills of Mt. Vesuvius. Since that night in Ginza when he felt the gulf between them growing from a river into a sea.

Armand ignores his question, blinks slowly like a cat. If he lets his gaze unfocus and he’ll see Daniel as Daniel sees him, soft around the edges, blurred like a half-formed painting. Something not human, but not yet monstrous, caught in the in between.

“Do you still wish to know why I prefer humid places?” Armand asks, changes the subject and doesn’t wait for Daniel’s nod. He already knows the answer is yes. Because when the air clings the feeling isn’t unlike that of lying beneath you when you’re rutting on me like an animal.  

[Read on AO3]

[inkatesbush]

.mnemonic (iwtv, armand/daniel, 14.5k)

Three lost glimpses into the life of Daniel Molloy: 2018, 1996, and 1974.

He spent most of that year high. He spent the rest of it all different sorts of hungover. Sweating and throwing up, knocking back handfuls of aspirin that didn’t help, staying up all night bouncing off the walls and rambling nonsense into his tape recorder that he played back when he was halfway sober hoping to find a gem of hidden genius and getting confronted with the hallucinating delusions of a coked-up lunatic instead. He sleepwalked and had nightmares. He woke up choking on his own vomit as cold hands forced him over onto his side. This happened more than once. This happened more than twice. He had dreams which weren’t nightmares where he killed himself and then woke up dead with cold and lovely lips against his throat. His days were a haze. His nights were clear crystal color when he wasn’t too high to function; when he was just high enough to be the fun and pliant toy he was supposed to be; when he was sober enough to still get hard for his own personal demon incubus who came and slaughtered whoever he might have tricked into his bed that night as a pitiful offering of human sacrifice to his vengeful hating god.

on ao3

[apoptoses]

♰ 𝔄𝔭𝔬𝔭𝔱𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔰 𝔉𝔦𝔠 𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ♰

𝔄𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔡/𝔇𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔩

𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰:

Come Pull My Strings: a series exploring the chase years and a little beyond

I'll Be Your Operator - 10.3k - [Explicit] • Armand and Daniel's dinner at the Copley [voyeurism]

Flesh and Bone by the Telephone - 8.5k - [Explicit] • An expansion of the 'call paris' scene [handjobs, frottage]

Pale Shelter - 15.6k - [Explicit] • The aftermath of Armand bailing Daniel out of jail [spanking, fingering, frottage]

The Killing Moon - 6.3k - [Explicit] • Armand's pov of the events in Pale Shelter [angst, smut]

To Bring You My Love - 1.9k - [General] • Armand's pov of the subway scene in Pale Shelter [fluff]

When Half Won't Do - 12.3k - [Explicit] • Armand and Daniel set up house in London [anal, felching, breathplay, cockwarming]

Something So Trivial - 6.9k - [Explicit] • A valentine's day fic in which Daniel gets Armand a gift [lingerie, dry humping, blood play]

Til the Act is Done: mini-series exploring role reversal

Love Like Blood - 7.7k - [Explicit] • Armand and Daniel roleplay as if Armand were the interviewer and Daniel the vampire [roleplay, blood sharing, frottage]

Fade Into You - 6.1k - [Explicit] • Daniel explores giving pleasure to a vampire and getting Armand to submit [biting, blood play, canon compliant smut]

Muscles Better, and Nerves More: miniseries exploring body worship

Turn Away No More - 5.4k - [Explicit] • Daniel shows Armand all of the things he finds masculine about him [body worship, scent kink, canon compliant smut]

Come Get Your Knife - 26.5k - [Explicit] • An exploration of Armand's religious trauma and reclaiming sexuality [canon compliant smut, threesomes, anal]

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔦𝔠

Blood Sanation - 59k - [Explicit] • Daniel and Armand reunite, re-evaluate their relationship, and repair things between them. Filling in the mission reunion from Prince Lestat.

𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰:

Mercy in You - 3.2k - [Mature] • Armand gets Daniel to eat dinner and has a snack himself [blood sharing, mild angst, shotgunning]

Angle of Incidence - 9.4k - [Explicit] • Armand wants to know all of Daniel's body and its functions [medical fetish, inappropriate use of an obgyn office, watersports, humiliation]

Bespoke - 4k- [Explicit] • Armand, Daniel, and a pair of expensive leather gloves [leather fetish, finger sucking, fingering, bondage, handjobs, marking]

Fate as it Flows - 14.8k - [Explicit] • Daniel learns to ask for exactly what he wants [watersports, humiliation, omorashi, kink negotiation]

Red, Violent Red - 9.6k - [Explicit] • Armand learns about 20th century dirty talk, gets spanked, and indulges in some brief submission [spanking, dirty talk, teacher roleplay]

Paradoxical Movement - 11k - [Explicit] • Armand learns more about Daniel's body via endoscopy ft. two endings depending on your taste in kink [medical fetish, gagging and choking, praise kink]

These Hands Stained Red - 8.2k- [Explicit] • Daniel allows Armand to drink from him while he sleeps [consensual somnophilia, marking, blood play]

Apotheosis - 6k - [Explicit] • Armand takes Daniel to church and keeps him from being bored by placing a vision in his mind [blasphemy, religious imagery, blood sharing, coming in public]

Climb to the Sun - 6.3k - [Explicit] • The morning after Pompeii, where Daniel explores his fetish for being bitten and sharing the blood [blood sharing, coming untouched]

Once Bitten Twice Shy - 4.7k - [Explicit] • Christmas fic in which Daniel takes Armand to see holiday lights [mild angst, blood sharing, frottage]

More Than Neither - 6.3k - [Explicit] • Genderswap fic: butch!Daniel gets her period, experiences some body dysmorphia, and gets help from femme!Armand [eating out, period smut]

The Weightiest Business - 13.3k- [Explicit] • Just before moving to Night Island Daniel and Armand explore Tokyo and all its culinary delights [feeding fetish, hand feeding, pet play, handjobs]

𝔱𝔲𝔪𝔟𝔩𝔯 𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔞𝔩𝔰:

Like Sugar - [General] • A sweet kiss on a hot NYC night [fluffl]

Lift Up The Receiver - [Explicit] • Armand interrupts Daniel's business call on Night Island [handjobs, teasing, blood sharing, fooling around during a phone call]

Every Part - [Explicit] • "You know what they say about men with big feet, Daniel" [foot fetish, Armand being a literal ankle biter]

Playing Doctor - [Explicit] • Daniel breaks his ankle. Armand takes care of him. [med fetish, public handjobs]

Sleeping In - [General] • Daniel's late mornings have turned into late evenings [vampire Daniel, fluff]

𝔄𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔡/𝔏𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔱

𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰:

Those tender moments - 3.5k - [Mature] • Lestat doesn't feel at home at Trinity Gate. Armand helps change that. [blood sharing, fluff]

A matter of taste - 3k - [Explicit] • Armand gets stuck with an ugly sofa at Trinity Gate. Lestat takes care of the problem with him. [blood sharing, canon compliant smut, fluff]

Precious and Fragile Things - 4k - [Explicit] • Armand tries on lingerie for Lestat and teaches him a lesson in a dressing room. [mild cbt, lingerie, sub!lestat, canon compliant smut]

𝔱𝔲𝔪𝔟𝔩𝔯 𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔞𝔩𝔰:

Leather - [Explicit] • Armand visits Lestat backstage at a concert. [blood sharing, sub!Lestat, leather kink]

"This is the last time" prompt - [Teen] • Armand entertains Lestat in Auvergne [fluff]

𝔄𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔡/𝔇𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔩/𝔏𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔱

Three of Hearts - 6.9k - [Explicit] • A card game gets out of hand and ends in Armand playing voyeur again, this time to Daniel and Lestat [canon compliant vampire smut, pet play, dom!Armand, threesomes]

𝔄𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔡/ℜ𝔦𝔠𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔬

The Devil's Water - 6.5k - [Explicit] • Amadeo can't sleep, and finds solace in Riccardo, among other things [friends with benefits, anal, marking, fluff and mild angst]

Art Lessons - [General] • Riccardo helps Armand regain his creative spirit [fluff, kissing]

𝔄𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔡/𝔅𝔦𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔞

Objects of Virtue - [Explicit] • Armand passes a rainy afternoon in Bianca's rooms and helps her bathe [handjobs, fingering, teasing]

𝔇𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔩/𝔏𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔱

"This was a terrible idea" - [Teen] • Daniel and Lestat go out for the night [fluff, kissing]

𝔄𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔡/𝔇𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔩/𝔐𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔲𝔰 + 𝔐𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔲𝔰/𝔓𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔯𝔞

Collared and Yoked - [General] • Marius watches Daniel and Armand lounge together, and discusses his relationship to them with Pandora

[desertfangs]

One of the hottest vampire things is them staring at each other's throats. Armand watching Daniel's artery pulse with fresh blood after a kill. Daniel staring at the curve of Armand's neck where it meets his shoulder and wondering how long it's been since he's fed, how warm or cold he'll be if Daniel presses his lips to his skin. The way tilting their head back or to the side is one of the most sensual movements and how arousing it can be to see them adjust a collar or for a sweater to slip to the side over a shoulder, revealing more of their collarbone.