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desertfangs · 3 months

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Armand/Daniel, Louis/Daniel - 5 Chapters - Explicit

Y'all, I'm so excited about this because this is, no joke, the first AU I've ever written in terms of truly being an alternate universe (I've done some canon divergent stuff but that's it.) I've just been so inspired by the wonderful AUs and AU ideas in this fandom and when I saw the prompt, I knew what I wanted to do.

This was written for @valenfangs for the prompt "Dating App."

Anyhow, I'm a little nervous because this is something I haven't done before but I'm so excited about this fic and I'm really happy with how it turned out. It's 5 chapters, all written (so it is complete), although there is potential for more chapters or a sequel so we'll see. I will post one chapter per week.

Also, where is that anon who asked if I'd ever write Louis/Daniel because uh... here you go. They are not the main focus but the first chapter is pretty much them so... You're welcome! I told you I never know what might happen!

Summary: In this modern, human AU, Daniel is a radio intern with a podcast who installs a Dating App to find love. He matches with a strange, pretty guy named Armand, and meets another gorgeous man, Louis, in a bar. Dating is complicated and weird, but Daniel just wants to find love.

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It was an alert from the new dating app he’d signed up for. His pulse quickened. He’d made a profile in a fit of loneliness the other night, a little tipsy and unable to sleep. For all his time spent talking to people, he never seemed to make any lasting romantic connections and the app was a desperate attempt to change that.

Most of the matches had seemed wrong to him immediately and while he didn’t mind the odd dick pic, he didn’t understand the point of sending them without so much as hello to accompany the photo, nor what he was meant to do when he received them. He’d sent one back once and the guy unmatched with him, which hadn’t helped his confidence. Since then, he’d pretty much written the app off as a failed experiment.

He looked at this new match. The guy was gorgeous, that was the first thing he noticed. Auburn hair curling around his chin, big brown eyes, pale skin, and a dusting of freckles. He was young, maybe a few years younger than him. In the photo, he was wearing a t-shirt (a rarity on these apps, most dudes went shirtless), but the funniest part was his profile photo made him look kind of bored. He was smiling faintly but like the photo had been taken by someone else holding him at gunpoint. Daniel found that endearing.

His profile said his name was Armand. He was twenty years old and a student at SFSU. He liked video games, science, and museums. Daniel had to admit he was intrigued. He accepted the match and then sent a short message: “Hi! You’re hot. I also love museums. Maybe we could go sometime.” He hit send and then immediately worried it was stupid. He resisted the urge to delete it. He silenced his phone and tossed it onto his bed.

He went back to editing the podcast, because he needed to get it uploaded by midnight so it could go out tomorrow on time. Not that any of his 67 subscribers ever complained if he was late.

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monstersinthecosmos · 7 months

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September 22, 1973

In the dream, Louis fucks him right there on the table.

“You must understand,” Louis had told him, in the interview, “that by now I was burning with a physical need to drink. I could not have made it through another day without feeding.”

If he thinks back on it later, he’ll know this part was real. Listened to the tapes so many times that they’re carved into his head now, still hearing them even in captivity.

The rest of it, though.

Are you afraid of me? The truth, Daniel.

Railed on his back, on the table, in Louis’s gross little room. There’s some version of events, somewhere in the universe, where this happened instead. Just another interview, another hookup. Daniel could’ve gone on living his life. But even in his dream, something is off about Louis. Too cold, and his teeth too sharp. Daniel believes him. And he is afraid, but that makes it hotter.

Louis pounds into him and he stares up at the ceiling, staring at dead flies in the light fixture.

The rhythm surrounds him. Louis’s thrusts, and how it bumps the table. How it matches his heartbeat, rushing his ears, how matches the sound of water dripping somewhere. He closes his eyes as he listens and thinks it’s the sink in the corner, at first, until he starts smelling all the must.

Eyes open.

And his heartbeat isn’t a steady pounding anymore. It’s erratic, fluttering; he tastes it in the back of his mouth.

He’s seen things in the dark. A rational part of him, every so often, can admit that it’s imagined. That same part of him, now, asks if he can trust what he’s seeing.

Eyes burn like he’s never used them before, seeing light for the first time. He wants to believe it’s real, but maybe he can imagine pain as easily as he can see visions. The thought aches in his head the way the light does.

(For weeks, he’ll linger on this question. Even years from now. He’ll revisit this moment again, and again, realize that his own trust in reality is broken forever.)

But he’s too tired to think of that just yet. Brain is too slow. Too hungry and tired, and if he knew he was alive he might know he’s close to death.

Not sure where he is, how long he’s been here, if he’s dead, but he knows there’s someone else in the room. Pathetic instinct inside almost asks for water, before anything else, but his eyes slowly adjust to the dirty greenish light from the doorway and he makes out the pale skin, the gleam of the fingernails.

It’s you.

There’s no energy left for him to recoil, though. Takes all his strength just to lift his head.

The figure stands up straighter, away from the wall, and as Daniel squints it steps into the light. Blocking it, which is a relief, but Daniel can’t quite make him out now, backlit like this.

He drops a bag onto the floor.

“Get out,” he says softly. Gentle, pleasant accent shaping the words. “Take your tapes with you. They are there beside you.”

Instinct to reach for them, to drag the bag closer, to hug it to his chest, but Daniel’s too dizzy.

“I know of your book,” he continues. “No one will believe it. Now you will go, and take these things.”

He won’t kill me, Daniel thinks. Thoughts struggle to form in the mire of his headache. And he’s too dehydrated for tears, but feels the sob swelling in his chest all the same. Breath hitching as he tries to figure out what he’s supposed to do.

Unsure where he is. How long it’s been. Fucking hungry and everything hurts and he doesn’t know where to go now, unsure who else to ask if Armand won’t make him, if he can’t find Lestat.

“Make you one of us?” his accent sharper now. “Why would I do that?”

I can’t… I can’t…

“I would not do that to those whom I find to be despicable, whom I would see burning in hell as a matter of course. So why would I do it to an innocent fool like you?”

Daniel rubs his eyes. His palms scrape the floor as he tries to push himself up to his feet. He stares hard at Armand’s silhouette, coming closer to see him better.

I could be dead already, he thinks. Pain squeezes behind his forehead. I could be down here forever. This might be it.

Armand chuckles.

“I want it,” he manages to say. I want to live forever. Voice thin, like paper, like sand in his throat. “I want to be with Louis. And with you.”

I want to be you.

The laughter grows. Maybe this is the first real sound he’s heard since he’s been here. Maybe everything else was a dream. It’s quiet, and gentle, and condescending, but somehow thunders through the small room.

“I see why he chose you for his confidant,” Armand says. “You are naive and beautiful. But the beauty could be the only reason, you know.”

Did you listen to the tapes? Daniel wants to ask. If he had the energy he’d scream it. He wants to grab Armand by the lapels of his suit jacket, to beg him. Was it all true?

“Your eyes are an unusual color, almost violet. And you are strangely defiant and beseeching in the same breath.”

Daniel sways on his feet. His stomach cramps. Breath hitching again like he’s going to cry, but he might faint first.

Make me immortal. Give it to me.

Armand laughs again as Daniel waits there. Almost sad this time, though. Full of disappointment. He takes a small step back, further away from Daniel, so that he catches the light from the hallway.

Beautiful, up close. Daniel hadn’t had time to really look before, and now he can’t stop. Awakening his insides, even as weak as he feels. Afraid, but… it’s something else. Armand’s cheeks even have a faint pink tinge, like he’s fed. The light highlights the edge of his hair, clipped short but such a warm rich red, and Daniel has been so understimulated that the color burns him like it’s fire.

“It was all true, what he told you,” Armand’s lips curl around each word, carving them into the damp room. Even his mouth seems pink and alive. Some marvel here. “But no one will believe it. And you will go mad in time from this knowledge. That’s what always happens. But you’re not mad yet.”

His knees feel weak. “No. This is real,” he says. It’s got to be real. “You’re Armand. And we’re talking together. And I’m not mad.”

“Yes. And I find it rather interesting…” Armand says. His jaw sets, and the light catches the amber color of his eyes, staring into Daniel like he can see into his entire soul. “Interesting that you know my name and that you’re alive. I have never told my name to anyone who is alive.”

I’m alive, Daniel thinks. He presses a palm to his chest, feels for a heartbeat.

“I don’t want to kill you. Not just now.”

It gives him that same sick feeling, the way Louis had. That uncanny sense that this wasn’t a person.

Real, yes. It’s real, I’m alive. But this is a creature.

“I am going to let you leave here,” Armand says. Gently again. Polite, even. “I want to follow you, watch you, see where you go. As long as I find you interesting, I won’t kill you. And of course, I may lose interest altogether and not bother to kill you. That’s always possible. You have hope in that. And maybe with luck I’ll lose track of you.”

Everything is hot. He looks at his bag on the floor and wonders if he has the strength to carry it.

“I have my limitations, of course,” Armand says, shrugging. He takes another step back, and leans against the wall in the corridor, leaving enough space for Daniel to pass by. “You have the world to roam, and you can move by day.”

Daniel doesn’t take his eyes off Armand as he bends to reach for his bag. It feels like a vice on his temples as he leans forward.

“Go now,” Armand says. And so casually, as if it were normal. “Start running. I want to see what you do. I want to know what you are.”

What I am… ?

And his eyes blaze a moment later, like his mask slipping. Ghoulish thing. Inhuman.

“Go now, start running!”

Not quite a run, really. More of a stagger, and he clips his shoulder against the door frame. He’s so weak that it’s all he can think, all he can feel, and he’s not even frightened as Armand holds out his car keys, dangling them on one of his fingers.

Even well fed and pinker than Louis had been, Daniel feels how cold he is as their fingers brush. Armand gives him the briefest nod, towards the left, as if showing him the way out.

The keys dig into his palm as he tries to follow the hallway. Keeps crashing into the wall. He feels Armand’s eyes on his back as he drags himself further and further away, to the tiny stairwell at the end.

And Daniel has smokers’ lungs on a good day, but he’s seeing stars by the time he makes it to the top. And he barely has the strength to push open the heavy metal door that spills him into an overgrown parking lot.

No time to worry about it, though. He doesn’t try to make sense of it.

His car is right there, parked perfectly, directly ahead of the door. And, god, is he in any shape to drive? Absolutely not. But he wants to get away now. Get away, get somewhere safe, think about this some more, make a new plan. He’ll fucking kill you.

Hands shaking as he unlocks the door, and he doubles over before climbing inside. Feels like he could hurl, but there’s nothing in his body. His stomach clenches around the emptiness and he breathes though it, then crawls into the front seat, the center console digging into his ribcage as he sprawls out.

Go now. Go now. He presses his palms to his eyes. Wants to cry again and doesn’t think he can.

Breathe. Breathe.

You’re not mad.

Takes all his strength to pull himself up on the steering wheel, to slam the door shut. Back in the fucking car, okay. Okay.

You can do this.

Tapes safe on the passenger seat. Road atlas tucked against the passenger door. He cracks the door open for the dome light, studies the map for a moment, unsure where the fuck he is.

But there’s a little red circle.

He looks back towards the door he came out, whatever facility this is. Doesn’t want to know, just wants to make sure Armand hasn’t followed. Studies the map long enough to see which direction to the highway.

Back to New Orleans. Maybe get his clothes from the hotel. Late out; he doesn’t think he can get a flight now. Maybe go shower. Figure out where the fuck to go. Maybe he can call someone.

And fuck, he’s thirsty.

Maybe there’s…

Stale half eaten bag of chips in the glove box. An empty soda can on the floor that he tilts back for the warm syrupy dregs. Desperate for anything. But he can figure this out later. He needs to go, before Armand comes up.

Maybe he needs a fucking hospital.

But no, no. They commit people for talking about cosmic horrors, Daniel knows that.

The car rumbles to life as he cranks the key into the ignition. Radio too loud and he doesn’t think he’s built for this type of shock right now. Heart racing as he turns the volume down, catches his breath, tries to orient himself to the exit of the parking lot.

A DJ cheerily introduces the new ELO song as Daniel peels out onto the road. Not in any shape to drive but no one is around. It should be okay. He watches the rearview as he speeds through the industrial blackness, approaching the light pollution of the city.

“Bad dreamer, what’s your name?” the radio asks him.

Longest night, indeed.

He pulls over at the first open shop that he sees, on the outskirts of the city. Not going to worry about the copious amount of cash he finds in his bag. That’s for later. Too hungry now. No energy left to worry about vampires, not yet. You’re here and you’re not mad and you need to eat because you’re not one of them. Not yet.

People probably think he’s drunk, standing in front of the fridge doors in the back a few minutes later, guzzling milk straight from the carton. Then a bottle of orange juice. He wonders if they’ll kick him out if he pukes on the floor, or if they’ll still make him pay for it.

Midway through the orange juice he gives it a try.

Enough self control to turn away from the fridge. It arches out of him and splatters on the floor.

Like a fucking creamsicle.

The thought makes him laugh. He falls back against the glass door, holds his stomach. Too cold inside. A few women stare but no one approaches him. He doesn’t blame them. He hugs the two bottles to his chest and reaches in for a third, grabbing the first thing he sees, and heads in the opposite direction.

Not even sure what he wants, or what his body needs. Grabbing random items that he can balance. A loaf of bread, a box of cereal, a candy bar. Canned peaches. Tuna. A jar of pickles.

Too weak for all of this, but he makes it to the register. The cashier is an older lady who reminds him of Ray’s mom. Or his mom. Maybe Alice’s mom. He’s not sure. He dumps everything down and rubs his eyes. Maybe seeing shit, who knows. Not sure how long he’s been gone, and he turns a circle looking for a newspaper.

September 22nd… but he’s not sure what day Armand took him. Or when he left San Francisco, or when he met Louis.

If the cashier knows that he’s the puker she doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t comment on the empty bottles he’s paying for or the torn open bag of bread. He’s still chewing the slice he pulled out. Maybe she just wants him out of here, counting out his change and shuffling him on his way as quickly as she can.

Start running.

He rummages through the grocery bag with his right hand as he drives. Slice of bread, bite of chocolate. He opens the pickle jar at a red light. Orange juice propped between his knees. Handful of Freakies.

It’s not a cure, really. Not like the fog lifts right away. But thoughts keep brewing, keep trying to form. Louis had told him all about killing. The burning need for it. The pleasure of it. Part of Daniel thinks of it that way, but his stomach hurts too much to enjoy it. He feels the cold in his guts every time he swallows a mouthful of juice, and feels the cramps immediately after. Human bodies are too weak for this. Shoveling limp slices of white bread into his mouth, one-handed while he drives, isn’t like taking life at all.

He’s gotta figure something out.

Shaking again as he hugs his bags to his chest, as he approaches the hotel lobby. Not sure how long he’s been gone, if his room is still here. Can’t imagine what he even looks like right now. Or what he smells like. If anyone will stop him.

But it’s the same kid that checked him in. Practically dozing at his desk. Newspaper folded in his lap.

What’s going on in the world, Dad? Daniel thinks, but keeps his head down as he crosses to the elevator.

It’s surreal, the way he felt after he met Louis. Like he’s in the world, but isn’t. Nothing changed, everything exactly how he left it, the same elevator, the same musty smell in the hallway. His door still the third one on the left.

And the bed made when he opens. Fresh towels stacked on the sink counter. Typewriter still on the table by the window.

Odd, that it could be like this. Like his time in the dark meant nothing.

Tears come now, as the door shuts. He double locks it, unsure if that will matter. Drops his things onto the bed and crawls towards his bag on the floor in the corner. Hadn’t unpacked when he got here. Clothes still in a messy heap, spilling from the duffle bag, but his jacket is gone. As he looks around for it—the floor, the back of the chair, the closet—he realizes he’s fucking freezing.

He pulls one of his t-shirts to his face, breathing it. Smells like his apartment in San Francisco, and his cigarettes. Stale human smell of laundry. Deep breath, even as he hiccups around it, as he tries to hold the sob inside.

Smells safe, or something. Like another life. And he wishes he knew who it belonged to.

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#vamptember #vamptember 1973 #daniel molloy #louis de pointe du lac #armand #armand/daniel #louis/daniel #vampire chronicles #stuff i wrote #cw tummy aches & vomit lmao

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moondustinfj · 6 months

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Guys, i wanted to do an experiment and now i think an artificial intelligence ships loumand

What now?

Ai for all of the other main ships: mid, 2/10, passable

Ai for loumand: soulmates, 100/10, it couple

#i mean #i meaaaan #but 'fatherly' for louis and daniel i dont think so sirrr #what #loumand #loustat #devils minion #louniel #louis/daniel #lesmand #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac #armand #daniel molloy

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0junemeatcleaver0 · 2 years

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Daniel/Armand and Lestat/Louis hanging out or having a double date. Lestat and Armand start one of their petty bitchfights, so Daniel and Louis end up making out with each other instead.

Daniel/Armand, Louis/Lestat, Daniel/Louis Rating: T (for language and a bit of sauciness) Featuring: perhaps the dumbest fight Armand and Lestat have ever had, Louis's crush on Daniel, movie theater makeout, implied spouse swapping at the end.

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I was an idiot to think I was gonna get lucky tonight, Daniel thinks loudly to him--the very tone of his thought exasperated.

In the murkiness of the movie theater, Louis smiles to himself.

The argument wouldn't be so miserable to witness if it weren't for the seating arrangement. Daniel sits to Louis's left, Lestat to his right. And on the other side of Daniel, Lestat's opponent Armand. And so the two lean over their respective partners to whispers their complaints at each other, making the uninvolved parties feel very much trapped in the middle.

My apologies, Louis thinks, I don't know why I assumed this would go well.

"All I said," Lestat continues. He's been spending more time with Marius lately, as so has taken on his tone of patronizing patience, "Is that I wonder if we use a higher percentage of our brains than mortals do."

"And all I said," Armand volleys back, aggravation clear in his voice, "Was the fact that humans only use 10% of their brains is a myth!"

I think it's my fault. Daniel rolls his eyes at Louis. I was the one who suggested we see Lucy.

"My question," Louis interjects softly, "is 'why are we having this conversation aloud?'."

"And you're suddenly an expert now, are you?" Lestat ignores Louis entirely in favor of continuing to argue with Armand.

"More so than you! It was only a few years ago that you didn't even know what 'senescence' meant!"

Lestat visibly flinches. "Listen here, you...you..."

"Little shit." Daniel supplies helpfully.

"You little shit!" Lestat hisses.

"Don't encourage him." Louis turns to regard Daniel just in time to see Armand pinch him hard on the thigh. Daniel yelps--somehow not expecting this petty revenge--before laughing hysterically to himself.

He's gorgeous.

It's not the first time Louis has had this thought. It probably won't be the last, not with Daniel's mischievous violet eyes and boyish good looks frozen forever in time.

Daniel's gaze slides to Louis and he waggles his brows at the brunet. Louis flushes, realizing that his thought had been heard. A mere decade with Armand had not been enough to train him in the finer arts of concealing his thoughts with more consistency and so he's been found out.

You know, Daniel grins, there are a few things we could do to break them out of this.

Louis raises a brow but doesn't otherwise respond.

He knows what Daniel is suggesting and while the prospect is tempting, the idea of having their first kiss during a terrible movie as their partners fight seems...undignified.

Such a romantic. Daniel thinks, smirking.

"Is that such a bad thing to be?" Louis asks with a small smirk of his own.

"No amount of time spent listening to Marius's thoughts will make you more intelligent," Armand is hissing back, "Proof of that lies in Marius who himself has been listening to his own thoughts for two millennia and has yet to expand his mind at all."

Daniel is falling to pieces with laughter next to Louis, the light of the scene playing out on screen glittering in the blood tears that have gathered at the corners of his mirthful eyes.

And what is romance to a vampire anyway? To one that sees things with such clarity that a frosted-over gutter could become the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?

Louis reaches out, cupping Daniel's cheek as he brings him in for a kiss. The last thing he sees before his eyes close is Daniel's brows raising in shock before their lips meet. It's lovely--just as lovely as it would have been in a quiet, fireplace-lit library back at the chateau or in the garden of the same.

Though he's the one to initiate, Daniel is the one to take it further, licking at Louis's lips until he opens up for him, getting lost in the moment. It's not difficult to do--kissing Daniel is its own unique experience, free of any of the performance of kiss Lestat or the consuming lust of kissing Armand. Daniel kisses like mortals breathe and blink. It's second nature--necessary but unobtrusive in its need. Louis gets the feeling that Daniel would be fine to kiss like this for the rest of the night--would be as happy to go to bed this morning with bowels full of longing as he would be to go to bed with his bowels full of Louis--

Daniel moans softly against his mouth, sucking Louis's bottom lip into his mouth to nibble at it, not breaking skin. The sound is neither performative nor demanding; it breaks through Louis's decorum just enough that unthinkingly, Louis lays his hand on Daniel's thigh.

Louis, Daniel thinks wistfully, his thought no more than a breathy sigh in Louis's mind.

When Louis feels a hand cover his own to slide his palm over the growing bulge in Daniel's jeans, he assumes it's Daniel's. He glances down and realizes the hand in fact belongs to Armand. Louis looks up and sees that Armand is watching them kiss, the argument ceased for now as the movie plays on.

As the movie plays on.

Louis jerks back, rigid in his seat as he stares unseeingly at the screen, realizing belatedly that they are still very much in public. He sneaks a glance at Lestat, who is regarding him with a mixture of amusement and something akin to jealousy--pouting, no doubt, about how Louis refuses to palm him through his jeans in public.

"Louis, Louis, Louis." Lestat sighs, laughter in his voice. "Forget where you are?"

"Quiet." Louis blushes. He takes a sidelong glance at Daniel--his arousal-blushed cheeks and his nipples hard against the thin material of his shirt.

"This film is boring." Armand announces suddenly. "Lestat, what do you say we all go back to the chateau? We can continue our...discussion in your rooms. I'm sure Daniel and Louis can find some way to amuse themselves while we do so."

"Yes," Lestat agrees, tonguing at his teeth flirtatiously, "I'm sure they will."

#lestat de lioncourt #daniel molloy #louis de pointe du lac #the vampire armand #loustat #louis/lestat #armand/daniel #louis/daniel #my fic stuff #talk hard #ficlet

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bitingfaggotry · 1 year

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I really want a fic seven layers of metanarrative deep where louis publishes the book and people in-universe write fanfiction of him and daniel (or lestat or armand) and louis gets really into the book fandom in-universe to where he is writing his own fanfiction of himself (and whoever)

#interview with the vampire #seven layers of meta where someone im-universe writes a teen romance au. louis as bella lestat as edward and its made into a book & a movie #moonlight but vampires they call it in-universe #i make myself laugh #iwtv #louis/daniel #loustat #loumand

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covenofthearticulate · 16 days

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10. What TV shows they watch together, and which ones they hide from the other

Gonna bend the rules a bit and ask for Daniel and Louis in a Home Court Advantage-esque friendship-with-optional-making-out scenario

Send a Ship!

LOL yes!!!! I mean obviously they watch basketball and football together all the time but tbh I think Daniel secretly loves watching a bunch of different game shows with Louis too! Louis is a very weird creature LMAO he likes to feel smart but he also gets so pissy when he doesn't get the answers right so Daniel finds it endlessly entertaining to sit next to him while Jeopardy is on, and shout out the correct answers to some of the pop culture categories before Louis can guess them (or shout out completely wrong questions just to get Louis all twisted up). Every time Daniel guesses the wheel of fortune puzzle before Louis can, Louis throws a huffy fit lol!!

I don't know if they specifically hide anything from each other...honestly Louis watches more tv than Daniel these days because Daniel is so fed up with all the different streaming services and shit that he loses interest in most stuff pretty quickly whereas Louis tends to fall down rabbit holes pretty easily which means occasionally Daniel will walk in to find Louis sitting two feet in front of the tv screen with a thoughtful little frown. "Daniel, I'm 7 seasons into Friends and I still don't understand the obsession with Rachel. Why do people like her?"

#;answered #louis/daniel #sorta #idk i love them LOL

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stevenrogered · 1 month

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We’ve been together 77 years, Daniel. Shall we let the math of that settle?

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desertfangs · 2 months

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Swipe Right - Chapter 4

After over a week with no response from Armand, Daniel runs into Louis in a bar. Unfortunately, they also run into Armand, complicating matters.

I just want to thank everyone who's commenting and reading along with this fic, this has been such a fun story. There's one chapter left after this, although I may end up doing a sequel or adding more chapters, as it feels like there might be more of this story to tell. Regardless, I greatly appreciate all of the love and support my first AU fic has gotten! 💖

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The Pink Baby was hopping when he arrived but he managed to snag a seat at the bar when someone left a few minutes after he walked in. He sat down and ordered his usual drink, a Jack and Coke, and the daily special, a BLT.

He was halfway through his drink when he looked up and saw Louis standing on the other side of the bar. His stomach twisted. He immediately looked away, pulling out his phone so he’d have something to stare at. If he hadn’t just ordered food, he’d slip out before the man spotted him. At least it was crowded. Maybe Louis wouldn’t even notice him there.

His food arrived and he ate while reading a book on his phone. The guy next to him got up and someone took his place. Daniel glanced up into piercing green eyes and jumped in surprise. Louis gave him a tight smile.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hey. Funny meeting you here.” Daniel laughed nervously.

“I thought I should apologize for disappearing on you,” Louis said. “My last two relationships did not end well and…” He trailed off, waving a hand. “You don’t need the details and it’s not really an excuse. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I get it,” Daniel said. “These things are complicated.” He immediately thought of Armand and his heart squeezed a little.

“If you��re still up for it, I’d love to do that interview,” Louis said.

Daniel beamed. That was perfect! He welcomed the excuse to get to know Louis better and maybe they could even have some fun after. Daniel still wanted that massive dick of his inside him. “That’d be great.”

“Perfect. If you’d like to go to my place…”

“Now?” Daniel couldn’t believe his luck.

“You do have your equipment, yes?” Louis tapped the strap of Daniel’s messenger bag hanging over the back of his chair.

Daniel nodded. “You might recall I have the best equipment.”

Louis smiled, a little flush coloring his cheeks. “I remember.”

“Yours wasn’t so bad, you know. I’d love to take it for a test run.”

Louis swallowed. “Perhaps. But I would really love to tell you my story.”

“Sure, of course,” Daniel said. He paid his tab and then they headed down the street, toward Louis’ small studio apartment.

“I’m glad I ran into you,” Daniel said, as they approached his place. “I’ve been thinking about you since the other night.”

“Have you?” Louis sounded amused.

They turned the corner and Daniel froze. A young man was standing in front of Louis’ building, wearing jeans and an oversized sweatshirt. He had curly auburn hair and rings glittered on his fingers. He held a file box in his hands. Daniel’s heart pounded against his ribs. Armand.

It took him a second to realize Louis had frozen, too, and was staring at Armand as if he were a ghost.

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