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    From 1974 to 1978, Daniel Molloy filmed his day to day life in an attempt to document the horror story he lived with. In 2022, Armand gives him a chance to revisit a documentary unfinished.

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    09 Jun 2026

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    its just so fucking peak i love dm

  2. Public Bookmark 53

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    "Will you kiss me before you drain me?”, he asked, sounding oh so desperate again, and placed a light little kiss on Armand's thumb. "Louis fucked me. I think it's only fair if you kiss me."

    Armand huffed in amusement but let his thumb rest where it was. His eyes wandered restlessly over Daniel's face, as if he tried to study him, to find a reason why Daniel was broken like this.

    “You’re a fascinating boy, Daniel Molloy", he then said and Daniel could only nod.

    ~*~*~*~

    When Daniel followed the two pretty men out of the bar and back to their apartment, he hoped for drugs. Maybe a good story. Sex, of course, as it always was on the table with him.

    What he got was high-quality drugs. A great story. Lots of sex. And an ancient vampire boyfriend with mutual possessive obsession for each other.

    (A What if Armand would've went with Louis and Daniel back to Divisadero Street au that spiraled into long fic. Doesn't follow canon after the night at the bar at all, neither show nor book)

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    15 May 2026

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    curious

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    “Finish it,” Armand says abruptly, reaching out to touch the bottom of the glass. He tilts it up to Daniel’s lips, the words an imperious command.

    Daniel barely opens his mouth in time. He chokes on what’s left of the watery crème de menthe and crème de cacao, but Armand doesn’t lower the glass until he’s finished every last drop. His head swims, partly because he’s tipsy and partly because of the brain freeze.

    Armand withdraws the empty glass, sets it aside, and grabs a napkin off the bar. He dabs Daniel’s lips with it, brushing the bare pad of his thumb across Daniel’s chin. His skin is warm and smooth, slightly clammy with condensation borrowed from the glass.

    Oh my God, Daniel thinks. Don’t lick him don’t lick him don’t lick—

    Clearing his throat, Armand sets the napkin aside. “You’re a journalist?”

    “Yeah,” Daniel replies hastily, looking away. “You were listening in?”

    “I caught part of your chat with Louis. You were going to interview him?”

    Was being the operative word. I’m not sure that would’ve worked out.”

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    15 May 2026

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    gonna be good

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    It left his words quick and easy. He meant it. He wanted to kill his father. He wanted to be the one to rip apart the white and red suit as he tore his father apart limb from limb. Mark has never had these thoughts before, but yesterday had changed him.

    “Will I be trained?”

    “Yes.”

    Cecil saw no point in lying anymore.

    “Will you train me?”

    “Yes, and many others.”

    The ten year old stood up, looking at Cecil with dark, grieving eyes.

    “Then train me.”

    If his father wanted a Viltrumite soldier, then he will become a soldier.

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    11 Aug 2025

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    BEST markrex fic

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    With a black gloved hand the driver lifts his visor, and time slows to a crawl. Armand's heavy gaze pins me to my seat. My still heart stutters a beat in my blood warmed chest. Those eyes, I could pick them out of a crowd of millions, most people could with their unusual firelike glow. But I know these eyes, I can tell the subtle squint doesn't pose any surprise, like I’m sure mine do. No, his eyes are screaming with curiosity and quickly growing desire.

    Or The Post Divorce Loumand Fic.

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    19 Feb 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    loumand fic from tumblr