#marius x daniel

[vamp4rebatscave]

Daniel probably telling a boomer reference that Marius doesn't catch

[xxhellonursexx]

Some people go to the movies on Friday night.

Daniel ends up in the raggedy-ass play area of a community center while Marius turns a lecture on Ancient Roman foreign policy into a debate with the two other people who showed up.

[aloafteas]

Anne rice didn't give me a time line for Marius and Daniel, and like whatever I'm not mad😒 whatever

But, I desperately want the timeline from when Marius found Daniel to where Daniel actually gained consciousness because he was in a child like state, which don't even get me started on that because Marius stayed and WAITED for him which is a whole other thing, but I need time lines for Daniel and Marius or I just might go insane

Anne rice, if you can hear me pls just give me a number that's all I want, you are laughing at me in your grave

[dotlookstired]

Supernatural/vampire chronicles crossover.

The town around the bunker had seen a series of strange disappearances lately, and Sam and Dean Winchester were determined to get to the bottom of it. Their investigation had led them to the local bar

They walked into the dimly lit bar, the air thick with the smell of alcohol and the sound of laughter and music. They settled at the bar counter, scanning the room for anything unusual. It didn’t take long for something to catch their eyes: two people they’d never seen in the town before, a small auburn-haired teen with strange mannerisms. At first glance, they thought the teen was a girl, but on closer inspection, they noticed the boyish features.

The teen was talking animatedly to a skinny young man who looked to be maybe in his late twenties and maybe a bit tipsy. “Why did you have to drink from that drunk guy? The night has only just begun and you're already tipsy Daniel,” the teen said to the young man.

“Well, at least my snack was a totally normal guy and not some teeth-for-a-face demon with black goop for blood. You're probably gonna get some sort of disease now. You've already got a stomach ache,” Daniel replied.

“Luckily, I didn't drink much. That thing tasted so bad; it had so many teeth. Nothing needs that many teeth! And that pitch-black blood kinda burned as it hit my tongue,” the boy said, with a shudder. The tipsy young man, Daniel, just nodded his head along as the teen continued rambling.

“Are you even listening, Daniel? That thing was scary. I'm scared; how are you not?” the auburn-haired boy asked, exasperation creeping into his voice.

“Well, Armand, I did spend a good portion of my human life dealing with you and all your nonsense and your sharp teeth. So maybe I'm just desensitized,” Sam and Dean exchanged a glance after eavesdropping. The boy - Armand - looked too young to be in a bar, and the conversation revealed a lot of information.

Armand had noticed them staring and read their minds; he knew the brothers were looking for something suspicious, and they suspected he and his fledgling were vampires, the cause of the recent missing human cases. Armand saw that they had killed vampires before; granted, they were really weak vampires, but it still scared him.

He knew they were eavesdropping and watching; there was no way for him to alert Daniel to the situation.

“These two are definitely up to something,” Dean whispered. “Yeah, for sure. Let’s try talking to them,” Sam replied. But before they could move closer to them, a waiter brought over a plate of fries that Armand had ordered to appear human.

“Uh, maybe they aren't vampires,” Sam whispered to Dean as they watched Armand struggle to get ketchup out of the bottle before putting a fry in his mouth, which only added to the brothers' confusion.

“Yeah, vampires don’t typically eat French fries,” Dean replied. “That kinda sounds like it could be the title of a weird children's book,” Sam said. At this point, Daniel had also noticed them staring but couldn't hear their thoughts over all the other humans.

Tired of being stared at, Daniel turned to Sam and Dean. “Can I help you?” he asked, his tone a mix of irritation and curiosity.

Thinking quickly, Dean smiled. “Sorry we didn't mean to be rude; we've just never seen you guys around here before. Are you new to the area?” he said smoothly.

“Yeah, we just got here yesterday,” Daniel replied. “Mind if we join you?” Armand was starting to become more uncomfortable, but he didn't want to look suspicious. “I suppose,” Armand told them.

As soon as they sat down next to the odd pair, Sam noticed that the plate of French fries had barely been touched. “I’m Dean, and this is my brother Sam,” Dean introduced. “Not hungry?” Sam glanced at the plate.

Daniel almost laughed, but Armand interrupted, “Not hungry right now. I tried something earlier, and it upset my stomach.” Sam decided to change the subject.

“So, what brings you two to this boring town?” he asked, trying to sound casual.

“We just wanted to get away for a bit; things back home in New York were getting a bit too much for me. I prefer peace and quiet, and I'm trying to get back into writing,” Daniel replied before putting a fry in his mouth to appear human.

“You're a writer?” Sam asked, kinda excitedly.

“Yes, but I haven't written in years. I'm hoping being away from the city and getting some alone time with my lover will help inspire me,” Daniel answered. The brothers looked a bit confused, and the pair recognized why, but before Armand could intervene, Daniel tried to ease their worry and confusion.

“We get this a lot; he’s actually older than me,” Daniel replied with a laugh. Dean awkwardly changed the subject.

“I overheard you talking earlier about a creature with lots of teeth and something about snacking on a drunk guy, what was that about?” he asked. The odd pair looked shocked. “It’s just a little inside joke we have; something bad did happen earlier, but we like to grossly exaggerate things,” Armand lied.

Dean decided to check if they were warm. “Oh, still sounds like you’ve had a pretty rough night though; mind if I steal some fries?” Dean asked.

Daniel slid the plate closer to the brothers, and as Dean was reaching for a fry, he awkwardly brushed hands with Daniel and Armand and found Daniel to be warm but Armand to be cold and corpse-like. At this point, the brothers were really confused.

“Well, we should probably get going; I do have work tomorrow. Nice meeting you guys,” Dean lied as he nudged Sam away from the counter.

Armand let out a sigh of relief as soon as the brothers left. “Are you alright, boss? You seem really tense,” Daniel asked before taking Armand's hand in his own. Armand explained what he had seen in their minds. Daniel groaned in annoyance. “I just got my typewriter set up and my workspace all cozy just a few hours ago. Are we going to have to leave?” Daniel asked.

“Not yet, I’m wary of them, but I think if need be, we could overpower them. Also, curious about what they do and what they know about the creature we encountered earlier,” Armand replied, glancing in the direction where the Winchester brothers had exited.

Outside, Sam and Dean were having their own conversation. “That was weird, right?” Sam said.

“Yeah, definitely. Armand's cold as ice but not acting like a vampire, and Daniel is warm and seems very human. We need to keep an eye on them," Dean agreed. “And track down that Leviathan that they encountered," Sam added.

“Right, let's get back to the bunker and do some research. I have a feeling things are about to get interesting,” Dean said, leading the way back to the Impala.

[desertfangs]

Soul of an Artist Marius/Daniel - 1061 words - Prince Lestat Era Fluff

Marius paints flowers on the walls of an abandon house and he and Daniel discuss art.

My last entry for @vcmicroficmay for the prompt "spellbound." No Wal-Mart in sight. I cut 300 words and still couldn't get it under 1000 but at this point, I figure it's close enough.

This pure fluff with like... a teaspoon of angst. Sorry not sorry.

Whole text beneath the cut or cross-posted to AO3.

Daniel watched as Marius’ paint brush moved in swift, effortless motions and vibrant flowers sprang to life on the decrepit wall. Watching Marius paint was spellbinding, the brush dancing over the makeshift canvas in elegant movements. 

The flowers were beautiful colors: violet, orange, and yellow. It was incredible how quickly the empty wall became a lush garden. 

Marius stepped back to examine his work and then glanced over his shoulder at Daniel, who sat on the grimy floor with his back against the opposite wall. 

“You don’t have to stay,” Marius said. “You must be bored.”

“Never,” Daniel scoffed. “I could watch you paint for centuries.” 

Marius laughed, the sound low and rich. It washed over Daniel like a warm wave. “I doubt you’d tolerate it for even a decade.” 

Daniel smiled. “Is that a dare? Because we’d need to find a much larger house for that.” 

Marius made a sound, a mixture of amusement and exasperation. He continued adding flowers to the vines. 

“Why don’t you paint the walls of our flat?” Daniel asked. 

Marius’ brush stopped mid-stroke. “Would you really have me rendering gardens on the walls while you try to watch your television programs?” 

Daniel snorted. “I’d rather watch this than Star Trek. ” 

Marius’ expression turned dubious before he turned and examined his work. Satisfied the mural was done, he added more paint to his palette before rounding the corner. This next wall had windows, or used to, though the glass had blown out leaving only rusty, metal frames. 

Marius lifted his brush and then stopped.

“Come here, Daniel.” 

Daniel stood, moving to Marius’ side obediently. Marius dipped the brush into the paint, a mixture of red and yellow that made a deep orange, and handed the brush to Daniel.

Daniel stared at it curiously.

He was no stranger to paint brushes, of course. He’d gone through hundreds of them in the creation of his model worlds, small brushes that his deft, long fingers manipulated expertly to paint tiny houses, trees, and buildings. This brush was larger and the canvas before him was blank.

“What should I paint?” Daniel asked. 

“Whatever you wish.” 

He stared at the orange paint and suddenly a memory came to him of poppies weaving in the wind alongside a highway in California. He pressed the brush to the wall slowly, his movements stilted and uncertain. He managed to shape the petals into a convincing outline of a poppy. 

Marius smiled, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “You have an artist’s soul.” 

Daniel laughed. “I wouldn’t go that far.” He handed the paint brush back to Marius, who within minutes filled in the fine details, making the poppy burst forth from the wall as if it were growing there. 

“It’s astounding how you bring these things to life,” Daniel said. “It’s a true art.” 

Marius raised an eyebrow. “Like the worlds you built.” 

Daniel thought of his models, long abandoned and rotting in rooms in houses he no longer visited. Little worlds that sometimes looked impossibly real, as if a wizard had shrunk a chunk of the real world down to miniature scale. He’d been so proud of them. He’d spent hours painting and perfecting his methods, figuring out how to make the water look wet and the greenery lush. It had been an obsession that had captured his wounded mind, but it had been a passion, nonetheless.  

“You think my models are art?” Daniel asked. 

Marius tilted his head, taken aback. “Of course. What else would they be?” 

Daniel shrugged. “You just never seemed very impressed by them. Or that I used kits sometimes.” 

Marius was silent for a moment. Then his shoulders sank. “I may have been a little wary of being too indulgent of your fragile mental state.” 

Daniel frowned. Marius had provided him the means and space to build his models. That had certainly been indulgent.

 “Supportive and tolerant, yes,” Marius answered his thoughts, “but I wanted you to come out of your obsession. Those model worlds captivated you so totally.” 

It was true. Daniel remembered hours upon hours focused on only making the worlds as he saw them in his mind, the houses on the hills, the train tracks laid just so, the little roads winding over the landscape. He would pass out at his work table or on the floor of his work room when sunrise overcame him. He remembered nights where Marius spoke to him and he didn’t register more than the sound of his voice. 

“The models were a distraction. Sometimes too much so.” Marius set his brush on the edge of the palette and placed a hand on Daniel’s shoulder. “It doesn’t mean they aren’t art. They were created with great passion, that much was obvious.” 

Daniel smiled. He was proud of what he created, and though at times the memory of his single-minded obsession felt strangely alien, he missed having an ongoing project. 

“Perhaps we can come up with a project together,” Marius suggested. “You can build a structure and I’ll use it as a canvas.”

“Yeah, okay,” Daniel says. The thought of building something with his hands again was exciting and frightening all at once. He knew his fixation was a symptom of his madness, not the cause of it, but it was hard not to see them as linked. 

Marius smiled, easing the knot in Daniel’s stomach. He would never encourage him to do anything that might jeopardize his hard-won sanity. He lifted his hand and ruffled Daniel’s short, ashen hair. 

From outside came sound of mortals approaching. They were down the old dirt road a ways, far enough no mortal would hear them yet. Marius growled in annoyance. Daniel helped gather the paint and supplies into a bag, while Marius collected his brushes and tucked them beneath his arm. 

They slipped out of the abandoned house and made it all the way to the main road long before the mortals arrived. Marius frowned as he walked, clearly frustrated at the interruption. 

“Like I was saying, our dining nook could use some color,” Daniel said.  

Marius turned, almost as if startled. “We don’t use the dining nook.” 

“All the more reason to decorate its walls.” Daniel bumped him playfully in the shoulder with his own shoulder as they walked and Marius smiled. 

“As I said, the soul of an artist,” Marius said. 

[thisautistic]

marius is THE BEST vampire in tvc because he just wants to hang out and paint and fuck by the end of the series. In this essay i will....

[hiidkwhatimdoing7525]

don’t forget that Marius had thought about fucking Louis in QotD! (The first few paragraphs of this ⬆️ page)

I wonder what else he will think if his dick could work😏. Though he will most likely go fuck Armand first. Then Daniel.

[fearsomeandwretchedandwrong]

[bubblegum-blackwood]

Tournament: Best Marius ship

Vote for who you ship Marius de Romanus with the most!

If you blanket-statement hate him then this tournament isn't made for you, so please don't negatively interact with it. This is purely for fandom fun and my own curiosity.

Also I scoured AO3 to find enough ships for the tournament and was vaguely surprised by some of the results I got lmao. Y'all freaks

Day 1 (13 Feb 10:00 PST):

Armand vs Louis, Daniel vs David, Mael vs Avicus, Bianca vs Akasha, Pandora vs Benedict, Botticelli vs Zenobia, Eudoxia vs Lestat, Raymond Gallant vs Thorne

Day 2 (14 Feb): Armand vs Daniel, Mael vs Bianca, Pandora vs Botticelli, Lestat vs Gallant

Day 3 (15 Feb): Armand vs Mael, Pandora vs Lestat

Day 4 (16 Feb): Armand vs Pandora

Winner: Armand

[nothing-but-paisley]

The similarities between "Three Studies for Figures at the Base of a Crucifixion" and the murals at the Villa of the Mysteries are making me deeply unwell in ways that should be studied.

The Bacon triptych is from 1944, just before Armand and Louis met. It is reminiscent of the modern art Armand says he cannot love or understand which he compares to Louis in the book, distant from him before their breakup. It could possibly be taken as a symbol of Loumand's relationship.

The other paintings are mentioned in devil's minion and associated with Armand's relationship with Daniel of course, but they also put me in mind of Marius (classical Roman art, flagellation, the color red). In the book, the Villa murals are "looking on" as Armand and Daniel consummate their relationship--almost like Marius is haunting them.

Not sure what any of this means, but paintings are clearly significant in this show. Super excited to add more red string to my pepe silvia board!

[thewencesvamp]

Armand also paints.

[aloafteas]

Marius loved Daniel so unbearably much, Daniel loved him yet Daniel despite worrying that Marius would abandoned HIM, and the fact Marius never had anyone else after Daniel leaves sends me through a world pool of emotions, I would also like ship name recommendations for them

I was going with damnedtrains, because queen of the damned and the fact Daniel has been reduced to this child like state when Marius helps him, and the train scene is so dear to me

[dotlookstired]

A new chapter on my Armand Sickfic

Summary:

someone barges into Marius's house and Armand is so delirious he kind of turns into a Farel growling gremlin a little bit until Marius gets them to leave. and Daniel is able to provide a little bit of comfort to Armand.

Notes:

Hello, it's me. I'm still sick and can't sleep. I ran out of NyQuil, so that means Armand is also still sick. Maybe someone should invent vampire sleep drugs?

I received a comment recommending some spacing breaks for easier readability, which I have tried to incorporate into this chapter. I also added them to the last one as well, and it definitely looks better. So, thanks for the recommendation! As with the last chapter, comments and constructive criticism are always appreciated.

Chapter Text

As the night wore on, Armand's restlessness only grew. Despite Marius's soothing words and attempts to calm him, Armand remained too scared and stressed to sleep. His fever spiked, causing him to shake uncontrollably with chills, his body weakening to the point where he could barely keep his eyes open. Despite all this, he still wouldn’t rest or sleep.

Marius tried his best to provide some relief. After feeding him some warm blood, he carefully carried him to the bath, the hot water soothing his trembling muscles. Yet, even in the warmth of the water, Armand couldn't find peace. He clung to Marius, his body wracked with shivers. After a while, he finally began to pass out from exhaustion in Marius’s arms, surrounded by warm water. Marius wished his fledgling would peacefully fall asleep in his arms, but at this point, he was willing to take whatever he could get.

Suddenly, a knock came from the front door and startled Armand awake. Marius sighed in irritation, which startled Armand even more, and tears started welling up in his eyes. At this point, he was too delirious to understand that his maker wasn’t frustrated with him. “Hey, it’s alright, little one. I’m not upset with you,” he said while rubbing his fledgling's back. But another knock echoed through the house from the front door. “Let's just stay in here, and eventually they’ll give up and go away,” Marius said while sinking deeper into the warm water with Armand nestled against him.

However, it was Lestat at the door, and he decided that if Marius didn't stop whatever he was doing, which for some reason he thought was more important than Lestat, he would just invite himself in. He entered Marius’s house and found no one around, but he did hear running water from upstairs and followed the sound to a locked bathroom door. Lestat knocked. “Marius, I’m respecting your privacy by knocking, but asserting my authority as prince by entering anyway,” Lestat declared as he swung open the bathroom door. Armand weakly glared up at him from the bathtub, emitting a feral, delirious growl. Marius placed a protective hand on Armand's shoulder, trying to calm him.

Armand was not in the right state of mind or mood to deal with Lestat and all of his nonsense. "What's wrong with the mini devil?" Lestat remarked, unfazed by Armand's state. Marius rolled his eyes and ignored Lestat's question, cutting to the chase. "What have you done now, Lestat?" Marius questioned. “Whatever do you mean?” Lestat asked, feigning innocence as he knelt down beside the bathtub. “I know you’ve done something catastrophic; you always do something. It’s been a peaceful month for most of vampire kind. It’s a lovely day outside. Just tell me what you��ve done to disrupt it,” Marius said in an exhausted tone.

“You mistake me for some sort of scoundrel, monsieur. I am a respected member of the vampire community,” Lestat said, absolutely flabbergasted, as if he’d never met himself before. While reaching out to poke Armand, who growled again and tried to bite Lestat's finger, Marius slapped Lestat's hand away a bit more aggressively than he had intended. “He's sick. He got sick from being bitten by a stray feral vampire, and I’m guessing if he were to bite you, you would also catch it. So tell me why you’ve broken into my home before I assist him in spreading it to you,” Marius warned sternly. Lestat immediately backed up against the opposite wall as far as he could get from Armand.

“I just wanted attention. Louis is not speaking to me because I took his favorite book and hid it so he would pay more attention to me. But he found out, and now he's mad at me,” Lestat said in a whiny voice. “Did you apologize?” Marius asked. “Yes, I told him I was sorry and gave the book back,” Lestat replied sadly. “And did you actually mean it? Are you actually sorry for what you did?” Marius asked skeptically. Lestat looked to the side, down at the floor.

“I guess maybe when I said it then I wasn’t, but I definitely am now because he’s paying even less attention to me than before I took the stupid book,” Lestat said. It looked almost as if he was about to start ugly crying on Marius’s bathroom floor, and Marius was already dealing with one fussy fledgling; he didn’t need another. “Well, maybe if you buy a copy of the book and read it, Louis will want to talk about it with you,” Marius quickly told Lestat, who thought about the suggestion for a second.

“That’s a pretty good idea!” Lestat said happily. “Of course it is. Now get out!” Marius shouted, and Lestat quickly left to go harass Louis. After he was sure Lestat was gone and not coming back anytime soon, Marius pulled the drain plug and gently lifted Armand from the tub. Marius carefully dried off Armand, his heart heavy with concern as he saw his fledgling's weakened state. “Let's go lay down again,” Marius gently told his now shivering fledgling, but Marius knew it probably wouldn’t result in any sleep.

At this point, Marius was getting desperate, so he decided to call Daniel on FaceTime. “Hello?” Daniel said, his face a bit too close to the camera at first. “Good afternoon. Are we interrupting anything, Daniel?” Marius asked, but before he could get a response, he noticed bloody tears immediately start flowing down Armand’s cheeks at the sound of his fledgling's voice. He tried to grab the iPad from Marius but was too weak to fully pull it from him. Daniel caught a glimpse of Armand in the struggle.

“Was that Armand? He looks worse than when I left. What’s going on!?” he quickly asked. The rest is on my ao3 account

[desertfangs]

Goddamn Aliens 3

Marius/Daniel, Armand/Daniel - 2,528 words - Mature

After spending the night comforting Armand during the fallout of his fight with Marius, Daniel talks to Marius and tells him that he and Armand will be leaving for New York when things settle.

This is another attempt to fill in some of the gaps in PLROA where we know Daniel is there but he is not really on the page. I guess because most of this stuff is not happening in Lestat's presence. But I like to imagine how it happened, hence this series!

This is Part 3. Part 1 is Daniel learning about the aliens, and Part 2 is the aftermath of the fight Armand and Marius have that Lestat tells us about but we don't see on the page.

Short Excerpt:

He looked up when Daniel entered. He wore an elegant red robe. His blond hair hung around his shoulders and his blue eyes were sharp. Vampires did not get circles beneath their eyes but there was a weariness in his expression anyway. 

“Hey,” Daniel said.

“I see you still have all your limbs. I assume everyone is so lucky.” Marius’ voice was light but his expression remained hard. 

“Armand is fine,” Daniel answered.

“I figured as much. I was referring to anyone who may have been unfortunate enough to cross his path.” 

Daniel sighed. He sat down in the easy chair opposite Marius. Like the chairs in Armand’s room, these were made of soft velvet and oak.

“He was kind of on a warpath last night,” Daniel conceded. Marius raised an eyebrow. Either surprised Daniel agreed or perhaps in question. “But calling him a child—“ 

“I said he had childlike qualities,” Marius argued, but then he sighed, too. “I suppose I could have chosen my words more carefully.”

Daniel snorted. “You think? You’d never say anything like that to Lestat or to me, and both of us can be…”

“Immature?” Marius offered. 

“Reckless,” Daniel corrected.

Read the whole thing on AO3

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The beginning of our 2024 social media presence, as promised. We'll be posting quotes, fic reviews, fan art and more. Come say hello!

[moondustinfj]

Daniel Molloy posted:

Louis de Pointe du Lac tagged Lestat de Lioncourt

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Lestat de Lioncourt replied: I went to the kitchen to get my yoghurt and within 2 minutes, you all ganged up aganist me!! I see how it is! So i should just fuck off and make all of your wishes come true!!

Daniel Molloy, Louis de Pointe du Lac, Armand and Marius de Romanus liked this post

Armand tagged Lestat de Lioncourt:

Lestat de Lioncourt blocked Armand

Daniel Molloy replied:

Louis de Pointe du Lac tagged Lestat de Lioncourt: Come on mon cher it was just a joke, no need to make this ugly. I was the one to tag you in the first place

Lestat de Lioncourt replied: You aren't the one making this ugly beautiful one. Those two idiots are

Daniel Molloy tagged Lestat de Lioncourt: simp.

Lestat de Lioncourt blocked Daniel Molloy

Lestat de Lioncourt unblocked Armand

Armand tagged Louis de Pointe du Lac: Thank you for taking my side Louis xoxo 💞💞

Lestat de Lioncourt blocked Armand

Louis de Pointe du Lac replied:

Marius de Romanus tagged Lestat de Lioncourt:

🖕🖕

(this is Daniel btw)