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    Armand takes up art. He gets discovered on Instagram almost immediately.

    The thing about that is, Armand gets popular on his own. And it doesn’t take long for the media to connect the dots and start interviewing the two of them together, trying to make them into a B-list power couple.

    “So, Armand,” the latest TV anchor is saying, leaning forward while one of Armand’s charred art pieces sits on the table between them. “Your art: so evocative, so poignant. Tell us: why the fire as a medium?”

    “I like fire,” Armand says with concerningly visible honesty.

     

    or: those two old men are in love and move in together. Armand searches for identity; Daniel, as all writers, does his level best to not actually write.

    Also: this fic is medically recommended for anyone who has suffered through the ordeal of having an HP printer.

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    15 Jun 2026

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    “You cannot leave me,” Armand whispers. “You can’t.”

    “Babe—”

    “Promise,” Armand continues, fingers tangling in Daniel’s shirt. “Promise me.”

    Daniel covers Armand’s shaking hand with his own and squeezes. “I promise.”

    It doesn’t calm Armand’s racing heart in the slightest.

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    15 Jun 2026

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    He only clicked the Paramours folder because it was there. He would take anything that explained why he’d been turned and left to suffer the growing pains on his own. Over 200 image files appeared, sorted by date. He sighed, scrolled, and opened the first one his cursor landed on.

    What the fuck?

    Armand in a faded AC/DC shirt. Daniel knew he had that exact shirt buried in the back of his closet. Old and worn with holes along the seams. A sleep shirt, a comfort he’d never been able to get rid of. Why would Armand have it? And, more fucking notably, why was his own goddamn self out cold against Armand’s side?

    (Or: Daniel opens the Paramours folder. Memories ensue.)

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    “Great,” Daniel says. “Awesome. So now either your boyfriend’s coming back to nurse me like a baby, or he stays gone and I starve to death. You better hold off on that 10 mil wire transfer, I may not be needing it.”

    or: AU where fledglings can only be fed by their maker the first six months.

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    "It looks like I’m a filthy old man. It’s not exactly sexy.”

    “Well I think you’re sexy,” Armand countered, getting between Daniel and the mirror and looping his arms around his neck loosely. He trailed kisses along Daniel’s jaw, before taking an earlobe into his mouth and nipping at it. Pulling back, he breathed: “I want to show my sexy boy off. Will you let me?”

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