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faith threw her head into the opposite direction, desperate for air and space between them. she couldn’t look at him. his flushed face, his kiss-swollen lips, his tussled curls. the fact that he was so turned on by the fact that she hated him; it was all so nauseating.
he dipped his chin, looking at her with that predating gaze that he had. he dragged his eyes up and down her body, pouting smugly.
”too scared to scream?”
or; titus’s version of a romantic date :)
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Daniel almost laughs, "You want me to rape you?"
"No," Armand says simply.
Daniel's mouth opens, then closes. He leans back against the couch. "You want to rape me?"
"Yes-- well, no." Armand furrows his brow. "Yes, I think it's best if we do it in that direction but... I want to do as the humans these days do. I'm sure you're familiar. I want to discuss a scene with you, and then I want to act it out."
Armand grows frustrated with Daniel’s rigid, modern, viewpoint on his human years. He suggests a little role play, only, Daniel is cast as the devoted servant, and Armand the master. No actual rape is depicted in this fic.
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07 Jul 2026
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oh sinnerman, where you gonna run to? by Anonymous
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
09 Mar 2026
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So Armand drank, drank until the walls dissipated into oblivion, until his lips curved into the betrayal of a smile; until tongues of fire licked at the pentecost of his veins, until his bones were drenched in the divinity of the refiner's flames. Centuries had passed without a glimmer of God, yet Armand suckled on greying flesh with the reverence of a blind believer, until every vein was gnawed.
And then, the blood high wore off.
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[armand races across the globe to run away from his problems. the problem, in turn, chases back]
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He pauses behind an empty, rusted van and peeks his head out just enough to match the rhythm of that heartbeat to the view of Daniel's chest rising every time the boy in the passenger seat sinks his head lower into Daniel's lap.
He reads it in Daniel's mind— that little bit of pain and annoyance shadowed by pleasure— just the way he knows Daniel likes it.
February 11th, 1990 in Amherst, Massachusetts.
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