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    “Oi, Molloy!” a sketchy-looking guy with a camera says, a little too loudly for a gallery opening — obviously a paparazzi. “Nice shirt!”

    “Aww, thanks, Schneider,” says Dad with absolutely toxic politeness that suggests he and the guy have butted heads before, which, yeah, that tracks with Dad’s mission to make everyone in his profession hate him.

    He holds his leather jacket open for a photo, and yup, the shirt says EAT THE RICH in red, slightly shimmering letters. Cute.

    “Nice.” The pap snaps some pics. “So how does that square with your billionaire — sorry, multi-millionaire — boytoy over there?”

    “One, I’m the boytoy here, and two, you should have seen what I did to him earlier today.”

    Okay, Lauren’s not hungry any more. Jesus Christ, Dad.

     

    or: Daniel's daughters are invited to Armand's latest gallery opening. Molloy family shenanigans and awkwardness ensue.

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    20 Jun 2026

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    A place to put my fics wherein Armand and Daniel live together in a brick row house and get up to silly things.

    Feel free to read these as out of order as you like or skip around, these fics are not in any particular order.

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    20 Jun 2026

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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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    20 Jun 2026

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    ”What’s the point of painting someone like this?”

    “What do you mean, beloved?”

    ”She looks like she’s chewing a wasp.”

    “And? What is wrong with that?”

    “It’s unflattering. Unrefined. You’d wonder why he didn’t tell her to, you know, perk up a bit.”

    Armand stifles a laugh with his hand. Daniel glances over at him, and can’t help softly smiling. Preening. He likes that it amuses Armand when he behaves like a philistine.

    ”I still fail to see the problem. There is something to be said for preserving someone in the imperfect stages.”

    Armand can look so tender when he smiles, sometimes. Butter really wouldn’t melt, when he gives Daniel that shy look from under his eyelashes, like they both don’t know what he’s thinking.

    Daniel and Armand, John Singer Sargent, museum visits, companionship, and talking through metaphors.

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    16 Jun 2026

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    Daniel is sprawled out across the bed, loose-limbed and lazy, somehow filling all the open space it has to offer and leaving Armand to nestle into the gaps. His cheeks are flushed, blood pooling like it knows what comes next. Maybe it does. Armand was reading about classical conditioning the other day. About dogs who become accustomed to getting food when their handler rings a bell.

    Perhaps Daniel is the dog, Armand’s teeth sharp bells reverberating in his veins. Or perhaps Armand is the dog, Daniel’s blood a song rattling in his ears. He has been a dog before. He runs his tongue along the bow of Daniel’s collarbone, gathers the salt-sweat there and imagines what it tastes like because Daniel does.


    Armand remembers he loved Daniel, once, and that Daniel loved him. Or a version of them did, at least. It isn't his intention to go back to that, but it's not not his intention, either. Such is the prerogative of an immortal: to hold two contradicting desires simultaneously. If nothing else, it passes the time while he waits for this miserable interview to end.

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    15 Jun 2026

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