#blood sanation

[apoptoses]

Chapter 10/10

Daniel knew him inside and out. He knew everything there was about Armand.

But never had he known an Armand burning bright with hope. When he opened his door and Armand leaped into his waiting arms he knew the man he was holding was happy and that was more than Daniel had ever asked the universe for. When Daniel laid down to sleep he’d begged the cosmos to lighten the load on Armand’s heart, even just by half. He’d never expected to get more than half. Daniel had never expected to let go of his worry that Armand might walk back into the daylight entirely.

Armand’s nails dragged through his hair and sent goosebumps racing over his skin. Daniel was so warm, tucked up between Armand’s body and the back of the couch. His eyelids had begun to feel heavy. His breath had slowed and gone even with the threat of sleep.

On the table Armand’s phone buzzed.

“You’re welcome to crack the window and toss that thing out it, I’m just saying,” Daniel mumbled into his chest. “It would make a cool sound when it shatters.”

Armand laughed and petted his hair like a child. He sat up just enough to shake the weight of sleep off Daniel’s eyes and grabbed his phone. When he settled back in he went back to playing with Daniel’s hair but it was too late. Being jostled around had jostled his curiosity. From his position with his head pillowed on Armand’s chest he couldn’t see the screen and spy on him.

Too bad he had a t-shirt on. If he had been naked Daniel would have just turned his face and bit him, and used the blood connection to see his phone. Oh well. Guess he had to make like a mortal and ask.

“If you’re gonna disturb me then you could at least tell me who messaged you.”

“Lestat,” Armand said absently. He stopped touching Daniel so he could type with both thumbs. “He wants to write another book about what happened at Trinity Gate, and he wants to interview us for it.”

[AO3]

[icarusredwings]

What things smell like according to Logan Howlett/ The Wolverine. A series of smell based headcanons. Do with these whatever you want :)

People:

Ororo: burnt marshmellows, rain, chunky chocolate chip cookies, protien shakes, spansih rice, chillies, and cocoa butter. She always smells great.

Scott: cucumber shampoo, the remaints of a bonfire the next day, fresh dry cleaning, axe shower gel, lavender sheets

Jean: caramel latte, lavender sheets, vanilla spiced chai, books, mint ice cream, fruit smoothies, stinky hair product, lemon poppy seed muffins, sassafras

Hank: Books, sanatizer, various chemicals, a very specifc fur dander, kinda musky but in a 'im covered in fur and sweaty' kind of way.

Rouge: "Dolly Parton", brick and concrete dust, cherry blossoms body spray, freshly engraved wood, strawberries and milk conditioner, spicy gaucamole and freshly sizzled sausages.

Gambit: tv static, a fresh deck of cards at the casino, spicy jumbo, gin, lime jello, hair gel, "suprisingly good actually"

Kurt: brimstone, smoke from franckinsense, myrrh, a less smelling dander then hank, Holy chrism oil (olive oil and Balsam made by catholic priests), metal, and blue raspberry. Fur/ beard pomade sometimes for special ocassions.

Morph: even when changed he can smell is sandlewood shampoo, he smells like how "Jack Outta smell", latex, pine and cedar, clear nail polish, "that ugly quilt that your grandma kept on the back of her couch that was the warmest, softest thing you've ever slept with."

Charles: Old man fart, metal, chalk, shoe polish, nutmeg, wool, "a trusting hug", books, mahogany, expensive champagne.

Laura: "teen spirit", a shitty cheap "girl power" deodorant that doesn't do well hiding the sweat, apples and peaches, kinda woodsy.

Wade: Cancer, gun smoke, citrus dish soap, blood, oranges, taco sauce, infected skin once in awhile, red dye 40, slight over cooked and crispy apple pie, sugary cereal

Puppins: wet dog, dog dander, oatmeal senstive skin puppy shampoo, chicken, "the dirtest trash she can find to roll in on her walk"

Althea: Old lady, way too strong perfumes, butter biscuits, tea, peppermint candies, more cocaine, "baby powder", lanvender linens, cotton and daisy's Landry detergent.

Feelings/emotions:

Big/serious lies: smell like Gasoline and salty sand near the sea.

Small fibs/playful/ teasing lies: smell like Anise

Lies with decent intentions/are bent truths: smell like honey

Those two are easily mixed up.

Innocent (the person truly believes it. Ex. A child saying dinos are real) truth: smells like thick vanilla creamer.

Filling, whole truths (the person knows for a fact its a truth) smells: like fresh baked rolls/buns

Cancer smells vary like: urine, nail polish remover, some people have a pungent semi sweet smell like rotting fruit, and tar is another smell, depending on which part of the body. If already in late stages, one can smell like cadavers. Even spicy almost.

Pregnant people vary in scent but he can smell the rise of different hormones: Some hormones sweeter then other. If you asked him he would say cinnamon or dying roses. If you're later in your term the scents are more soft like lotion or custard. Lemon ussually.

Serotonin; cheese, lemon cakes, fruity, a bit light, and flakey like a pastry. Marshmellow fluff.

Dopamine; sweet fresh coffee, doritos(?), cocaine. Don't ask why he knows what cocaine smells like. He was alive during coke cocaine.

Endorphins; Sweaty Sex, mint, dark chocolate, violets, chemicals, varies by persons pheromones

Oxytocin; "playful cherries", freshly washed cotton pillows, the warmth of a bath, skin on skin hugs, strawberries

Joy/relaxation/relief: Jasmine, vanilla sugar cookies, fresh soup.

Anger/disapproval/hurt: smoke, the back end of a cigarette, spicy curry, iron, blood, "spoiled raw chicken left out too long"

Fear/excitment/anxiousness: Adrenaline smells like oil, paint, salty pretzels almost.

Tears: Oceans, lillies, fresh water lakes

[aryastark-valarmorghulis]

I love making lists, so I decided to make an IWTV / VC Fic Rec 🖤(Psa: I tend to avoid Wips unless I trust the author 100% and I usually prefer one shots). 

I’m still fairly new to the fandom, so this will be an odd mix of old and new stories. In no particular order:

AMC IWTV

Loustat: 

Go Fetch God by bluebloodbruise (E): everyone knows and loves this one, and with good reason.

someone buy me roses by indigostohelit (E): catholic guilt and smut and dry humour, what more can you want.

wilting, withering by baberainbow @baberainbowao3 (E) and a simmering pot of resentments by louisredsuit @louisredsuit (E): emotional sex and angst set during ep. 5. On the same theme, also “You just need to put it somewhere” by  Komilk (E)

vein by vein by morian @nonagethimus (M): meditative and artsy, my fav kind of fic.

It must be by his death by undecimber @undecimber-of-joy (M): why Lestat must die + great prose.

Human AUs: pocketsun’s @thefairylights Coffee shop fic (E) and prouvaireafterdark’s @prouvaireafterdark Ethic Professor Louis (E)fic

Armand/Daniel:

Enough to Turn a Body to Stone by Nothing_But_Paisley (E) and platform double suede by inthebelltower (E): sex, drugs and rock’n roll in the 70s 

Perfection by bandedbulbussnarfblat @bandedbulbussnarfblat (E) & I love you like an alcoholic by quensty (E) & all I got left by flowerplots (E) & show you mine by circlegame @appleisms (M): armand seeking out middle-aged daniel to fuck and then making him forget afterwards era (cit. flowerplots)

VC Books

Armand/Daniel:

Literally everything by apoptoses but especially Pale Shelter (E, Devil’s Minion era) and Blood Sanation (E, post Prince Lestat)

The Lotus Eater by monstersinthecosmos (E): Devil’s Minion at its best/worst.

Loustat: A Private Exhibition by Emileesaurus (E): it’s a classic for very good reasons.

Note: I also like Lesmand and Loumand but, like I said, I’m still fairly new and I haven’t read that much. If you have any good recs, please send them to me 🖤

[monstersinthecosmos]

HI <3 Sheith VC anon here back with a very humble request. So I've read TVL and am currently reading QoTD, just finished the Devil's Minion chapter (oH mY gOD my HEART). I'm going through the books a bit slowly bc life stuff, but I have sooooo many thoughts and feelings and feel like I need to read lots of fic to work through it LOL. I would love it if you could rec me some (or tons of!) fics that wouldn't give me (m)any spoilers re: stuff that happens after this point in the series. I realize this might be a kind of hard/maybe impossible request because a lot of those spoilers would be referring to things that chronologically would have taken place prior to DM for instance, but I'm so starved I thought I might ask just in case! I'm not suuuper partial to any specific ships (Lestat/Louis is a bit boring IMO 😭 but I love them so I'll take it) and I don't have any NOTPs, so I'm down to read pretty much anything (esp if it's spicy and/or hurts my heart and/or features Armand lmao). Totally fine if this is too much trouble or if it turns out to be an impossible ask indeed; thank you in advance anyway! AND THANK YOU AGAIN for introducing me to these brain-rotting books lol I spend like half my waking hours thinking about Armand now.

SHGKJALDS I SPEND HALF MY WAKING HOURS THINKING ABOUT ARMAND TOO SINCE LIKE THE YEAR 2000 LMFAO im so glad you see!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU GET IT MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So babe tbh the reason I started writing Armand/Daniel fic at all is because there really ... isn't that much? And I was like GUESS I GOTTA FUCKIN COOK FOR MYSELF. So tbh I haven't actually read a ton of VC fic at all. The otp:true filter for them on AO3 (excluding TVverse fics) only has 237 fics hdkjgalds but you can start here LOL. I think for the most part you'll be able to tell in the tags if it's post-QOTD because people usually will tag like "post canon" or "Prince Lestat Era"; for QOTD fics check for a Devil's Minion/Devil's Minion Era tag. I don't always remember to tag my own fics but my only post-canon D/A fic is called "In the Trials of the Heart" and all my others are Devil's Minion era and shouldn't spoil anything ! Be aware that the TV fandom and book fandom sometimes overlap so there might be stray TV fics in the book tag; it won't spoil anything bc the TV canon is a completely different story, but it might not make sense if you jump in to read it. So without actual fic recs I'll share some authors that I really trust!! Have a look through their VC fics!!!!!!!

apoptoses (pervert extraordinaire 10/10, all the D/A fics are Devil's Minion era except for Blood Sanation so go nuts!) covenofthearticulate (this is Ash, she actually writes Loustat & Louis/Armand mostly but she's so smart and I trust her so much!!!!) Diabolus_Invictus HekateInHell (writes a lot of Lestat/Armand and also has a human AU called Our House that I'm obsessed with!) ImhereImQuire Nothing_But_Paisley rainandcoffee (if you're sick of all of our doom&gloom you can find fluff and lightness here!) whisperbird (just one VC fic but I think about it every day of my life I love it)

Whenever I remember I try to post VC fics that I do read, kinda like how Sheith fandom does Wednesday Fics, I try to tag #VCFicFriday so try there too!

Anyway if anyone wants to add to this post and share recs PLEASE DO I actually am not a great fic reader bc my attention span sucks and I'm picky about canon compliant porn LOL! But help our new friend out if you want to share any!!!!!!!!!!!!

[cdroloisms]

I can totally see either c!Q or c!sam telling c!dream to sanatize the house and come back hours later to see c!dream in cloak with candles around a summoning with goats blood everywhere and when asked what the fuck he’s doing c!dream just replys (genuinely confused) “I thought you said Satanize the house”

- S

AJLKFJKASDFJA SNAURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

[complicitsacrilege]

tagged by stolen from @lestatthelittlelion - welcome to the Armand cult i am here to steal your things 💖

Three ships: Loustat, Devil's Minion, Jonathan Reid/Geoffrey McCullum (Vampyr)

Last song: The Absolute Best Feeling by Joshua Bond

Last movie: I was in the room when my dad watched Twister, does that count? Lol otherwise the last movie i deliberately watched was Hellraiser or Child's Play I think

Currently reading: just finished rereading TVA for the 20000th time, so I'm between books rn, but I'm thinking I'm in a horror mood, so i might (finally) pick up Leech by Hiron Ennes. Besides books, I'm reading the series Plaything: The Grand Duke's Boytoy (READ ITTTTT) and obsessing over ch 1 of apoptoses' most recent fic, Blood Sanation 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

Currently watching: The Rain (and enjoying it so far!), Hotel Portofino (also v good), and just finished Alice in Borderland not long ago (HOLY SHITTTTTT)

Currently consuming: Water, some cheese with crackers, and blueberries.

Currently craving: chips - the worse for you the better honestly. But i could REALLY go for some Andy Capps Cheddar Fries 😭

tagging: @isabellehemlock & anyone who wants to do a thing! Tag me if you do!

[sanattarihi]

Jean Lecomte du Nouÿ - A Eunuch's Dream

Charles Montesquieu'nun 1721'de yayınlanan Farsça Mektupları'ndan esinlenen bu tablo, bir harem kölesiyle evlenmek isteyen bir hadımı tasvir ediyor. Hadım afyon piposunu içerken görülüyor, ama küçük arkadaşının elinde kan damlayan bir bıçak tutması bize hadımın anatomisinin rüyasının gerçekleşmesini engellediğini hatırlatıyor. İmzanın yanında bir elin ana hatları, kötülüğü savuşturmak için kullanılan bir sembol olan bir khamsa'dır. Jean Lecomte du Nouÿ’nun sanat eserlerinin ilham kaynağı, genç bir adam olarak Mısır'a yaptığı seyahattir.

[Cleveland Sanat Müzesi - Ahşap üzerine yağlıboya, 39,3 x 65,4 cm]

EN

This painting, inspired by Charles Montesquieu's Persian Letters (published in 1721), depicts a eunuch who wanted to marry a harem slave. He experienced a vision of her while smoking his opium pipe, but her little companion holding a knife dripping with blood reminds us that the eunuch's anatomy precludes the fulfilment of his dream. The outline of a hand next to the signature is a khamsa, a symbol used to ward off evil. Much of Jean Lecomte du Nouÿ's artwork was inspired by travelling to Egypt as a young man.

[Cleveland Museum of Art - Oil on wood, 39.3 x 65.4 cm]

[uncivilcivilservice]

So it's half 5 in the morning, I've had about 3 hours sleep and I'm still wrecked over chapter 4 of Blood Sanation by @apoptoses, so have some Armand/Daniel breakup/reconciliation era music recs

Lacrymosa - Evanescence

"Out on your own, cold and alone again/Can this be what you really wanted baby?

Now that you're gone, feel like myself again/Grieving the things I can't repair and willing

To let you blame it on me and set your guilt free/Don't wanna hold you back now love"

The Death of Peace of Mind - Bad Omens

"I miss the way you say my name/The way you bend, the way you break/Your makeup running down your face/The way you touch, the way you taste

You come and go in waves/Leaving me in your wake/You come and go in waves/Swallowing everything"

Lost On You - LP

"Wishin' I could see the machinations/Understand the toil of expectations in your mind

Hold me like you never lost your patience/Tell me that you love me more than hate me all the time/And you're still mine

Just that you could cut me loose/After everything I've lost on you/Is that lost on you?"

[apoptoses]

Chapter 7/10

In life Daniel had snored. Softly when he was sober: the quiet inhale and exhale of his breath punctuated with the rasping sound that came from his crooked nasal passage. He’d broken his nose- when, Armand didn’t know- and it had healed with a slight curve to the left. Charming to look at. Hideous to listen to when he was drunk and his misplaced septum joined with his constricted soft palate to create a jagged sound even Armand couldn’t tune out. In life he had been so loud even in his sleep.

In death he was silent. Even dozing off for a nap stopped his breath entirely.

Armand laid there, restless. He touched his palm to Daniel’s chest and felt his beating heart. Shifted to sit up beside him so that he could take a good look at his sleeping face. Young and full of blood, there were some things even immortality couldn’t erase.

Armand touched the scar on his lower lip, tracing back and forth. Curious not to feel his breath on his finger or see him twitch in his sleep at his touch. His finger moved upwards to connect the faint freckles on the bridge of his nose and circle around the birthmark at his temple. Armand followed the near invisible lines that bracketed his mouth; worn into his skin from smoking and smiling and laughing at the bizarre things Armand had done in his presence.

All of them faint, visible only to immortal eyes. All of them growing fainter as the years passed and immortality wiped Daniel’s features smooth. Armand’s breath caught in his chest at the thought.

His fingers itched, down in the bone. Something had broken free in him. Daniel overwhelmed him and erased the shame he’d carried for centuries and now-

It was as if he could do anything.

Armand picked up his phone and took a photo of Daniel’s sleeping face. Then slipped out of bed, pulled on one of Daniel’s worn t-shirts and a pair of his boxers. Quiet as he could he snuck out of the room.

[AO3]

[wingedpastafreakbat]

Reasons to not celebrate the US:

The country itself was built off of the blood and bones of slaves and indigenous people, and railways and roads were built on the blood, sweat, and tears of non-white immigrants; the government doesn't acknowledge this, and many political leaders are actively trying to suppress historical fact to sanatize the US's past crimes and horrors.

Police brutality is a rampant issue that, despite our protests and cries for change, persists. Unarmed, innocent Black men, women, and even children are being shot and killed, and the officers responsible get an unpaid vacation for it.

Our leaders are aware of climate change, but care more about the feelings (and money) of oil executives, so they'd rather kill us all.

Billionaires and guns have more rights and freedoms that you ever will.

The US government is an incredibly toxic and abusive system, and billionaires are it's enablers.

The economy was created by wealthy people, and they control every aspect of it; but the entire world is wrapped up in it, and all it will take is one bad day for it to crash and send all of us into a very bad place.

We are becoming a theocratic fascist state at the hands of evangelicals who have been playing this game for generations. And we're losing.

The US military puts out ads that look like videogames, like C.O.D.; they are trying to make war look fun to entice children and young adults to enlist.

The fear tactic of creating and sustaining the existence of a deeply impovrished social class, so as to keep the rest of us 'in line' through fear.

The privatization of things like education, medical care, renting, government, etc. If it exists, they want to make it profitable.

Children are shot and killed in schools, and the government is content to do nothing beyond offering meaningless well wishes to families.

Disabled Americans who cannot work (or can, but can't do much) are not allowed to have assets in their name (homes, cars, etc), and are not allowed to get married, because doing either would immediately disqualify them from government assistance.

FLINT, MICHIGAN STILL HAS UNCLEAN WATER. IT'S BEEN ALMOST 10 FUCKING YEARS.

Indigenous people continue to be stepped on by the US government, and land rights are not respected; the government supports the police brutality used against indigenous people who stand in the way of oil pipelines.

Women have lost the right to abortion access, and it's literally killing them and putting their lives in jeopardy.

LGBTQ+ people have become the main target of Republicans, who have been steadily stripping our rights away (for instance, Montana is making gay marriage illegal again, and Florida has become the top state for anti-LGBTQ+ policies).

Our children are forced to recite the pledge every morning, and if you don't, you get ostracized by your peers and sent to the principals office for disobedience.

Christianity takes precedance over the constitution.

I haven't celebrated this farce of a holiday since elementary school. I began questioning the government by 5th grade, and haven't stood for the pledge since 4th.

America doesn't deserve a birthday celebration.

[monstersinthecosmos]

In episode 6 of your work, I can see a Daniel that I had seen in one of @/apoptoses work. In their Blood Sanation, Daniel said that things help when he had a routine and Marius, in their universe, made sure that Daniel followed it so that it would ground him. And I feel such a connection between that Daniel and yours! Like puzzle pieces! Idk if this was a weird ask. Sorry if I bothered you.

oh my god can I tell you something!!! (First of all thank you this is such an honor and no you did not bother me!)

So I didn't read Blood Sanation yet because my attention span is garbage and I have a hard time reading fic lately BUT IT'S BEEN OPEN IN A TAB FOR MONTHS THIS IS A GRAVE SIN I AM SO SORRY but I have had so many private conversations with @apoptoses about Daniel, and about Marius!, and about routine & structure, and about 24/7 dom dynamics that involve routine & structure! !! I even spent a week at @apoptoses's house last month and we had SO MANY TALKS ABOUT VAMPIRES WELL INTO THE NIGHT!!! I think she is fucking brilliant and I can't wait to read this fic.

It's such an honor that you'd see similarities in our Daniels!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is so exciting to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's a coincidence but I think because we've shared a lot of ideas about Daniel and share a lot of opinions about him. I'm so excited to read her fic now!!!!

[complicitsacrilege]

Tag nine people you'd like to know better!

Tagged by: @hey-its-sybarite hiiii! & thanks for the tag!

Last song:

Currently watching: The Exorcist - watching with a good friend of mine

Currently reading: I actually just finished a bunch of stuff, so I'm only reading a few things. Killing, Stalking Vol. 2 by Koogi, The Great Gatsby by F. S. Fitzgerald, and rereading Blood Sanation by @apoptoses because that WRECKED ME in the best way

Current obsession: the vampire chronicles. But I mean that never stopped being a current obsession tbh. Other than that, throwing myself headlong into teaching myself violin!

Tagging: anyone who wants to do a thing! (I'm too lazy to to look for my list of usual suspects so if you want to do the thing please do and tag me in it!)

[dvredevil-s-initivls]

Okay, but

Thinking abt switch Matt.

Imagine, you're a reporter / you work in the media.

And you've been dating the magnificent Matthew Murdock for a few months .

One night he came back with severely bad bruises and several deep cuts and you made the connections between him and the devil of hell's kitchen

And I meean, you were interested in daredevil.

So soon enough, you also understood he enjoys pain / has a high pain tolerance ... And take it to another level.

NSFW under the cut, minors dni

Warnings : Matt Murdock (he deserves his own warning), Dom!(?) Y/N, idk it's not reallyyy nsfw, it's kinda hinted more, gender neutral y/n, pain kink, blood kink.

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You were finishing up another story about daredevil and how he saved a bunch of girls when you heard a light thump next to your building's hallway.

Your first instinct thought was to ignore it but when you heard it again, you knew it was him.

It was always, him.

Matt Murdock, the amazing lawyer. Atleast that's what people whispered on the streets . Or the other him - daredevil, the man in the black mask, the sinful saviour. You? Well, you knew a different side of him. The side that's gripping sheets, groaning and praising and every little thing you did to him.

You lightly chuckled at the thought, standing up to open the door.

A dark figure stepped in your scrappy/luxurious apartment and held out his hand for yours. He pulled off his mask, hair damp with sweat and blood, eyes brown and hazy, looking for you.

"hey, that still you there?" Asked daredevil.

"who else would it be, my vigilante?" You finished your inside joke. It took you a second to realize why he had been breathing heavily, but then you saw the slashes across his chest and stomach. Must've been another ninja.

You held his hand and led him to your bathroom, giving him a chair to sit in, so you could treat his wounds.

He sat down and thankfully didn't make a fuss about taking off his suit.

He hissed when he peeled off the front garment, you getting cloths and rubbing alcohol ready .

"hey, take your time. Don't hurry too much, this is serious." You said, the wounds really did look serious, him already loosing more than enough blood.

He just searched for you with his unfocused hazy eyes and chuckled. "get it over with, please" he grumbled.

You came up to him and started lightly dabbing his cuts. Every so often, he would hiss or groan out of frustration but he kept quiet for the most part. Strangely enough, he held his hand up in a fist to bite at it if it hurt too much. 'Huh, that's weird', you thought, he didn't usually do that . 'maybe he's just tired'.

After you finished putting all the oils you needed to, you guided him to your bedroom, telling him to lay down so you could bandage him up.

"I'm fine, really, I don't need bandages-" he groaned as he hit the coffee table you were currently passing .

"yeah yeah, and like I would believe that ." You said.

You grabbed the box of bandages and sanatized cloth, walking to Matt, who was currently staring at the ceiling, laying like a starfish on the bed.

"what'cha thinkin'?" You asked.

"the fact that I let the guy who did this go, just because he said he had a daughter. He doesn't deserve her. " He answered, quickly and quietly.

You sighed, honestly, you'd gotten bored from these stories. You had heard enough, every night patching him up, to know what happened.

You sat down on the bed, Matthew's head turning towards you. His unfocused eyes searching unseeingly for yours . You clicked your tongue a couple of times, a trick you used to maintain eye contact with him, he would look at where the sound was coming and then calculate how much away from it your eyes were. He looked you in the eyes , smiling lovingly and then letting you get close to him. It was a sweet thing, honestly, a little happiness that you brought into his life.

You were hovering your fingers over his wounds when you heard him... Squeal? Whimper, even? You didn't know, you've never heard him make such a notice before. You continued your actions, inspecting for any infections and there it was, once again, this high-pitched sound coming from his chest. You gave up "ok, what the hell is up with you, Matt? Am I hurting you? Are you alrig-" as soon as you looked up for some sort of indication from the Murdock boy, you found him, head thrown back in pleasure , or pain, you didn't know, knuckles in between his teeth, eyes screwed shut. His hair was messy and damp, his chest heaving rapidly. And then it clicked for you .

He was enjoying this. He was enjoying pain. That's why he took such a good beating sometimes.

"I'm alright, it's fine" he gritted his teeth, hearing your heart beat skip so fast.

"does it hurt? Are you sure,Matt?" You asked teasingly, eyeing the obvious growing boner in his pants

"jus- just keep on doing that." He muttered under his breath. this was your green light - continued to trace his wounds and soon enough you were placing light kisses on the old and new scars.

His breath hitched every time you planted a new kiss, his hips failing to control themselves and bucking in the air. When you gave him a break, a minute to catch his breath, his hand ran through your hair, cupping your face, a small smile rising at his lips. "Don't stop, please." He practically whispered. So you didn't . Soon enough you had him unraveling under you, a moaning and whiney mess, who just wanted more.

Neon pink and purple lights fell in his face, making him look angelic. Although, he wasn't, not in this situation. You pulled away to admire him and he whined from losing contact with you. You lightly chuckled at his desperation, but dived in to pepper his cuts with kisses.

 He was like putty in your hands, sensing your heart beat speed up every time you tasted his blood on your tongue. He could smell your arousal, felt you tense up on his lower thighs. Matthew learned what impact he had on you a long time ago, and if he could bottle the feeling of you turned on by him and get drunk on it every night, he’d definitely prefer that to Josie’s fucked up alcohol (cue the six of crow quote).

He was beautiful. In every situation, he was.That was probably your first impression of him. He was beautiful when he was doing his job, he was gorgeous when he was stressed and he is adorable right now, giving porn-like moans under you, just because you palmed him through his pants.

You stood up, looking down at him. You always felt powerful when you looked down at him. You weighted the situation. Decision was taken.

He heard it, sensed it and almost tasted it. Your heartbeat speeding up once more, your body temperature heating up, he almost heard the smirk sewed in your words. 

“Stand up and take off your clothes.”

oh. He was in for a long night. 

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P : whoah, i finally finished this. Its my first “big” piece and i finished it in around a week (i had writer’s block a couple times and had home chores) .

hope you enjoyed it and the thing at the top/bottom is the playlist i did for him bc im touch deprived and obsessed.

Also, this is my first official big drabble on this acc, especially smut, but i promise, there's more to come

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5KxP9NQgtJdLytlZqTPLYI?si=tIy-XPMlQ0KgTjEDoYLEkA&utm_source=copy-link

[theflyingfeeling]

Joonas/Joel suomeksi, olkaa hyvät <3

edit. Ah, unohin! trigger warnings: blood, implied self-harm, also may make you cry apparently? ❤

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Makuuhuoneen ovella Joonas pysähtyi kuuntelemaan rappukäytävästä kuuluvia askelia. 

Päiväsaikaan Joonas tuskin olisi kiinnittänyt niihin mitään huomiota, hyvä jos olisi edes kuullut niitä; kerrostalon äänet olivat lakanneet ihmetyttämästä Joonasta jo vuosia sitten, vaikka hän olikin asunut koko lapsuutensa omakotitalossa rauhallisessa lähiössä, jossa ainoa meluhaitta aiheutui naapurin oikkuilevasta ruohonleikkurista. Kuitenkin nyt, kun kello lähenteli puolta kolmea aamuyöllä ja koko talo yölliselle vessareissulle herännyttä Joonasta lukuunottamatta vaikutti olevan unten mailla, kivilattiaa vasten kaikuvat askellukset rikkoivat hiljaisuuden tavalla, joka sai Joonaksen valpastumaan enemmän kuin kylpyhuoneen loisteputkivalo hetkeä aiemmin. 

Askelten tuttu rytmi sai Joonaksen kääntymään kohti ulko-ovea, eikä hän yllättynyt kuullessaan kolmen hiljaisen koputuksen kumahtavan sen toiselta puolen. 

Käytävä oli pimeä; ainoastaan kaksi jäänsinistä silmää kiiluivat välikerroksen ikkunasta kajastavassa valossa, kun Joonas raotti ovea.

Sanoja ei tarvittu, kun Joonas siirtyi oven suulta syrjään ja teki tilaa Joelille astua peremmälle. Ensiksi Joonas huomasi Aleksilta puolivahingossa varastetut sandaalit, joilla Joel oli näemmä läpsytellyt parin korttelin päästä keskellä yötä, ja oli aikeissa mainita asiasta pisteliääseen sävyyn, kunnes hänen katseensa osui Joelin vasempaan käteen. 

Se näytti olevan yltäpäältä veren tahrima, ja peukalon sivua koristi pitkä viiltohaava.

“Oho,” Joonas heilautti sormeaan kohti Joelin kättä, “mitäs sulle on sattunu?”

Tyypilliseen tapaansa Joel vältteli vastaamasta hänelle esitettyyn kysymykseen.

“En löytäny laastaria.”

“Musta tuntuu, että tota ei ehkä ihan vaan laastarilla paikata,” Joonas totesi ja suuntasi kohti kylppäriä ja lääkekaappia. Kun Joonas hetkeä myöhemmin palasi eteiskäytävään desinfiointisuihke ja sideharsorulla kädessään mennäkseen seuraavaksi keittiöön etsimään saksia, Joel seisoi yhä avuttomana Joonaksen kynnysmatolla kättään pidellen. 

“No tuu ny peremmälle sieltä,” tuhahti ohi kulkiessaan ja kuuli hiljaisten askelten pian seuraavan kannoillaan keittiöön.

Joel ei hievahtanutkaan, kun Joonas puhdisti haavan, ei sanonut sanaakaan kun Joonas sitoi harson hänen peukalonsa ympärille. Joonas ei aikonut tivata, miten Joelin oli onnistunut loukata kätensä tuolla tavoin, vaikka hänellä olikin paha aavistus.

“Haluuks jäädä yöks?” hän kysyi sen sijaan, että olisi pakottanut Joelin tekemään selkoa illan tapahtumista. 

Pelkkä pään nyökkäys riitti vastaukseksi tällä kertaa.

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Pimeässäkin Joonas näki, miten peitto hänen vierellään kohosi ja laskeutui rauhalliseen tahtiin. Hän kuuli hiljaisen hengityksen korvansa lähellä; tunsi pehmeän tuulenvireen poskellaan; aisti tarpeen sanoa jotain; turhautumisen, kun sanat eivät tulleetkaan ulos. 

Joonas oli enää pienen hetken, kenties muutaman sekunnin päästä uneen vaipumisesta, kun kuiskaus rikkoi hiljaisuuden.

“Joonas?” 

Hän kääntyi katsomaan äänen lähdettä, mutta tummat silmäripset lepäsivät vasten vaaleita poskipäitä, silloin tällöin värähdellen. 

“Kerro.”

Tasainen liike peiton alla tuntui lakkaavan, ilmavirta Joonaksen kasvoilla katoavan. 

Hetkeen ei kuulunut tai tapahtunut mitään, ja Joonas oli jo miltei nukahtamassa uudelleen, kunnes sama pieni ääni vihdoin kuiskasi hänen korvaansa:

“Rakastatsä mua?”

Joonaksen henki lähes salpaantui; se oli ehkä helpoin kysymys, johon hänen oli koskaan tarvinnut vastata, mutta kun hän yritti miettiä kaikkia niitä ajatuksenjuoksun harhapolkuja, jotka olivat ajaneet Joelin vaatimaan vahvistusta moiselle itsestäänselvyydelle, hänet valtasi ylitsepääsemätön halu painaa otsansa vasten Joelin omaa ja kietoa hänet syleilyynsä, pitää hänet siinä aamuun asti.

“Rakastan,” hän vastasi ja pienen pohdinnan jälkeen päätti toteuttaa juuri nämä aikeensa. 

Joel jähmettyi hänen kosketuksestaan, eikä Joonas ensin ymmärtänyt miksi. Sitten hänen katseensa kohdistui silmiin, joista hän pimeässäkin havaitsi lohduttoman epätoivon.

“Ei sun tarvii sanoo sitä,” Joonas vakuutti hänelle.

Hän kyllä ymmärsi asioiden laidan sanomattakin. 

“Eiku…mä haluun,” Joel sanoi ja liikahti Joonaksen käsivarsilla, valuen yhä syvemmälle kohti Joonaksen paljasta rintakehää. 

Sormet silittivät silkinpehmeitä hiussuortuvia tottuneesti, niin kuin ne olivat tehneet harva se ilta jo lähes vuosikymmenen ajan. 

Ja kuitenkin vasta nyt Joonas ymmärsi, miten paljon nämä pienet hetket merkitsivät heille molemmille.

Kello oli jo melkein neljä ja Joonas jälleen puoliunessa. Silti hän havahtui, kun Joelin huulet liikahtivat hänen omillaan.

“Mäkin rakastan sua.”

[apoptoses]

Chapter 8/10

The house on Prytania Street was looking better.

Lestat had sent crews to rehabilitate it and bring it back to its old Victorian glory. And how glorious it was. No longer did the wisteria creep between the siding and threaten the structure of the home. It had been excised, its tendrils pulled from the bones of the house and unwound from around its heart. It still draped beautiful and fragrant over the porch. But now one could see the windows with their lace curtains and, if anyone were home, the faint outline of beings within.

He still remembered the night he’d found Daniel here. If he went inside he thought he would feel Daniel’s presence like a ghost, huddled up on the rotting floorboards with his tapes, beautiful even in his delirium.

All around them whispers of their past had left their impression on this house. Their first meeting. The night Armand had walked swiftly past the house, unable to bear looking at it, and snuck into Daniel’s room to demand he use the telephone. The time he’d laid on the swing and dwelled upon whether to share the blood with Daniel. The fatal night when he’d come back, saw Lestat’s grave open and turned over, and realized what he’d seen on the tv was real after all. That he had to get to Daniel soon and decide his fate, for surely he would die without Armand at his side.

“It’s strange, being back here. I haven’t thought about this house since the night you kidnapped me,” Daniel said. “I knew I would die in coming here. I did die here, in a way.”

“Yes,” Armand said. “No one has ever survived the experience of me, not even you.”

Together they swayed on the porch swing. The chains above them groaned.

“Do you regret it?” Armand asked. “Now, after all that’s happened? Would you rather have lived a mortal life?”

Daniel shook his head. “No. I think I’m going to get what I wanted out of it, in the end.”

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