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rainbowcarousels · 4 months

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I'm going to need your thoughts Sephiroth for the character asks 🥹🖤3 <3 <3

Sexuality Headcanon: Gay. So gay. Did I mention he's gay? I mean I think there is some potential wiggle room with Aerith but that's because her balls are bigger than his.

Gender Headcanon: I think in practice from an outsider POV, more agender than anything else. Gender is not really something that he thinks of and interacts with other than his discomfort with how he gets portrayed in the media. That said, I think if you asked him, he would say CIS male because that's how he self identifies so I'll respect that and say CIS male.

A ship I have with said character: Have I mentioned Genseph to you lately? No? Then I must be dead. Like I love AGSZC, I do, and even more than that, I love AGS in general because I believe they balance each other out but I could happily ship Genesis/Sephiroth on it's own maerits, but I can't see Sephiroth/Angeal on it's own. It's not a notp or anything, it just doesn't work in terms of balance for me. Genesia and Sephiroth fire and ice in balance and it just works. They push and pull at each other, both literally and metaphorically, and what they say and what their body says are sometimes in total contrast which fascinates me. Genesis is quite literally the choatic colour for a monochromatic world and Sephiroth needs that chaos to find himself so he doesn't get the desire for human smores.

A BROTP I have with said character: It's a toss up. I would say Aerith because that same feral energy comes from her (family trait clearly) but they both also have this shared experience of being former Shinra lab kiddos and her enthusiasm is only rivalled by Zack's. I feel like Sephiroth always needs someone to just grab him and move instead of asking him to come along and Aerith does that. That said, professionally, I'm fond of him and Tseng interacting. Like they have so much to deal with between choatic red heads and Heidegger being a few fries short of a moogle meal at his job, let them bond.

A NOTP I have with said character: Vincent. I can't ship something where 'that's not how your mum used to do it' is a response that could be canonically correct.

A random headcanon: Understands so much more than he's given credit for. I love to write roboseph as much as the next person, but I feel like he leans into it in a very Captain Holt type way and it's become part of his sense of humour to fuck with people by pretending he doesn't understand something or that he's not understanding their meaning till they get annoyed and let him be or call him on it. This is helped along by being so deadpan that it's almost impossible to know when he's being serious. He is a study in microexpressions and few people understand them.

General Opinion over said character: I think one of the things that throws me about Sephiroth is when people can't see CC era Sephiroth being the same guy as OG/AC era Sephiroth, but for me, this is one of the things that drew me to him as a character. That he is someone who got broken into pieces and is picking them up, emulating people, trying to rebuild a sense of self but clinging onto this belief that he's special because he's always been special. Like this is a person who is horribly broken in a lot of ways and one day, I want to write AC era and give him an arc with that but I think my main opinion of him is that I love that he's got all of these facets of his character.

He is the kid looking for validation and family from TFS, he is still the awkward dude from CC, he is the person who lost everything and chose to just get a meteor and start over and he's someone who is afraid of losing whatever he has of himself left. Like he contains multitudes, he's a fascinating character made all the more fascinating by the more normal things about him.

#answered #birdblacksocialclub #sephiroth #ff7

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desertfangs · 11 months

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Oooh! If you haven’t already done it: 9. For ‘The City Never Sleeps’ 🥹🖤🖤🖤

9. Share an off screen headcanon/scene for a fic of the asker's choosing Oh this is such a good fic for this question! I had a lot of stuff On the Daniel Molloy Tour of New York City (circa 1979) that did not make the cut to the final version. Not stuff I wrote out but stuff on a list that I was considering. Like the Art Gallery they used to go to all the time for big art parties on that got turned into a Starbucks. But I already had a drugstore that became a CVS and I was already sending them to Caffe Reggio (per a suggestion from @apoptoses when I was whining about needing places for them to go, and that location is amazing) so that felt too redundant.

But one stop on the tour I think they definitely went to but we did not see was another of Daniel and Armand's old apartments, one Daniel sort of hated. I think I mention it being near the bar they go to (I had planned for them to hit the apartment first, and then the bar). It was one of those glass-walled apartments that's sort of like a fishbowl, where your walls are all windows and unless you're really high up, it just feels like people are looking in and watching you all the time.

So I think he took Lestat there and they talked about the nature of being in the public eye. In particular, how Daniel's book sort of threw him and Louis into the public sphere in a way, even if as fictional characters, and then Lestat's rockstar career and autobiography, and what it feels like now to publish his adventures and how it feels to Daniel to know people he knew once upon a time might read those things and connect the dots.

I had bits and piece of dialogue scribbled in my notes and I think it would be an awesome conversation for them to have, so I will probably actually use it in a future fic with them, but I'm not sure when or where they'll end up having that conversation. (Maybe a fishbowl apartment is a little too on the nose! I am not subtle!)

Oh, and when they got back to TG, they totally tried to "watch a movie" and ended up making out instead because Lestat would not stop playing with Daniel's hair and touching him and being flirty and Daniel couldn't stop thinking about their make-out in the alley earlier, and how badly he wanted Lestat to toss him around a little and rip off his pants, so I'm pretty sure they were not watching the movie at all like... past the opening credits. (They may have carried it up to the bedroom. Shh. Don't tell Armand... he'll find out soon enough.)

#thank you so much for the ask!#birdblacksocialclub #answers in the desert #the city never sleeps #lestat de lioncourt #daniel molloy #lestat/daniel #vc headcanons #writer ask meme

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wowa-bublord · 9 days

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some kadaj and genesis sketches inspired by @magnuficentwo and @birdblacksocialclub 's tags on this post hehehe

#my art #genesis rhapsodos #kadaj ffvii #genesis ff7 #kadaj ff7 #why was kadaj blasted across the world into a random beach that genesis is chilling on? well you see...#pushes up glasses...#i have no explanation i still havent seen the movie HELP ME #DJFNBGFHDJS I PROMISE ILL WATCH IT SOON #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy advent children #ff7 advent children #ff7 crisis core

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salternateunreality2 · 7 days

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Genesis has multiple PhDs (yes I know this isn't how it works in real life, shhhh)

@rottenpumpkin13 and @birdblacksocialclub (giant Genesis nerds) and @strayheartless (who was talking about this with me) or @ anyone who has opinions, please add your thoughts/fields of study.

He found out there was a program in the Shinra compensation package for people to pursue higher education, and that it didn't have a limit on PhDs. So far, he's studied and received accolades in:

Literature

Botany

Political Science

#Dr. Genesis Rhapsodos #genesis rhapsodos

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good-evening-kiss · 4 months

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This is for @birdblacksocialclub who requested a Lestat/Armand stuff. They are having a good Christmas time together, yay!

Hope you like it and have happy holidays💖

#merry christmas #vampire chronicles #vc #lestat de lioncourt #armand #lestat/armand #fanart #art by @good-evening-kiss #requested by #@birdblacksocialculb

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hekateinhell · 21 days

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Last Line Tag Game! ✨

Don't wanna share this one out of context, so here's the whole paragraph sorry 🤧 from the egg fic for MerMay VC! 🐠

Back by the shoreline, Lestat clung to the creature’s waist as he ground his face against its tail. Slippery jewel-like scales digging into his temple as he sought to catch his breath after the climax, picking up his stories where he’d left off. How utterly novel to be granted a listening ear, or even a semblance of one, for the first time in his young life. The creature’s delicate fingers threaded through Lestat’s yellow hair, slowly untangling his sun-dried curls, gentle and painstaking as a patient mother tending to her child until he began shuddering uncontrollably once more, biting down into his lower lip to suppress a needy whine—unaccustomed as he was to the tenderness laced in each caress.

ty @lovevamp @teethingpains @bubblegum-blackwood @leslutdepointedulac for the tag! 🩵 tagging @covenofthearticulate @apoptoses @rainbowcarousels @birdblacksocialclub @aunteat @bluehairandproverbs + anyone who wants to!

#hekate.txt #armand/lestat #vc fic stuff

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rottenpumpkin13 · 21 days

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tagged by @miss-midnightt (thanks for the tag! 💚)

Last Song: Icarus - Bastille

Favorite Color: Emerald green/Phtalo green/ any dark green

Currently Watching: The IT Crowd

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: Spicy all the way. I'm the type of person who puts hot sauce on everything including pizza lmao

Relationship Status: Ew

Current Obsession: Final Fantasy 7/Crisis Core won't LEAVE

Last Google Search: "veggie chips" ? dafuq

tagging: @salternateunreality2 @verysmolspams @luneandbarbecue @birdblacksocialclub @thelovelymissbigbadwolf @mariogirl369 @strayheartless @spilledquinoa @sheylara-san @errantnight +anyone who wants to join

#/other #tag game

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nicoroni · 20 days

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Last Line Tag Game! ✨

Tagged by @birdblacksocialclub ! :D

(Sort of, they tagged me in answer to an ask but I'm doing this anyway)

Frankie has heard the beat of her heart from the inside, Frankie has shared her body and mind and memories, there's nothing that Frankie didn't, at one point, understand with a bone deep certainty.

This is from an original work and means nothing to anyone except MAYBE @zomsaurus but that's fine, lmao.

Edit because I did also write fandom stuff so y'all get two things-

"If that's what you want." He says mildly.

It's not what he wants but it's what's for the best! He doesn't get a chance to explain the difference to Barnaby, though - by the time he opens his mouth, the man is already halfway out the door.

Tagging @isleofair @akumastrife @trolithfoxyflint ?

#aria i tried to tag you by typing in your name #instead of your url #and couldn't figure out why it waant working lmao #ask meme

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altocat · 12 days

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🥤🍬🕯️

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

If I don't recommend @birdblacksocialclub I feel like it's a crime against nature. Literally one of the Sephgen figureheads that drew me into this stupid fandom with their amazing comics.

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

Is Yuffie popular? I'm not sure. All I know is that, while Rebirth definitely improved her, I still find Yuffie really, really annoying. And I LIKE kids/fictional kid characters. But she's always been too hyper and sneaky for me to really latch onto. Her story is great and she's conceptually an excellent character. But she's always too in-my-face whenever she shows up. Just a matter of personal tastes.

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

I edit pretty much every day so it's a very mundane 7 for me. I don't mind too much. And it's satisfying to clean things up.

#asks #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7

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mezzomorendo · 26 days

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- appearance hcs

Zack is slightly different from how canon makes him look, especially in remake/rebirth. Most notabtly:

He has tan skin, and is proud of the fact he never burns. Though he does get a bit paler when he's in Midgar, he's still quite a bit darker than a native Midgardian.

As he ages, he lets his hair grow out. It's at it's longest in his main verse, where it reaches his mid back. When he's able to properly take care of it, his hair is actually fairly wavy. It's not quite curly, but pretty close. It used to be incredibly frizzy growing up. These days, he frequently ties it up to keep it out of the way.

He does have top surgery scars, but they are harder to see post-Last Stand given he has dozens and dozens of bullet hole scars across his chest.

There are four wing tattoos on his back. Two white ones on the left side of his body, and two black ones on the right. They represent Angeal and himself (white wings) and Sephiroth and Genesis (black wings).

His eyes do actually glow in the dark, akin to birdblacksocialclub's comics. It's really freaky to those who aren't expecting it. He frequently forgets that they do that and consequently scares the daylights out of people who encounter him in the dark.

#ooc; classified soldier files {headcanons}#this will be updated as i go along

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helsensm · 5 months

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Nine people I'd like to get to know better

Tagged by @birdblacksocialclub 🖤

Last Song: X Ambassadors - Litost (but I've been singing Dancing Queen by ABBA all day because of the Waylon's art).

Favorite Color: egg yolk yellow + turquoise + coral red combination, but irl I surround myself with 🖤black🖤.

Currently Watching: Mapocolop's Dishonored playthrough. 😶

Last Movie/Show: Doom Patrol (;ー; )ゞ It was a good ride...

Spicy, Savory, or Sweet: hmmm, that's a hard question, I'm a sweet tooth but I'll go with Spicy.

Last Thing You Googled: "cyan teal turquoise difference" for this post. <'D Why do I feel like english has the least words to describe colors??

Tagging: I'm so bad at those, I'm always scared to tag, I don't wanna be intrusive! 😭 Looking respectfully at @elenstar, @hceinart, @creamypudding, @junkanimate, @d3rpydoods, @facks-lord, @hielounplugged, @1aik-lieutenant, @fffrost (no pressure ofc, feel free to ignore! <3)

#non art post

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rainbowcarousels · 19 days

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11 - SephGen for the ship asks 🥹🖤

What their first impression was of each other?

You know, it's funny, I've definitely done first impressions from Angeal and Genesis's perspective but I'm not sure I ever have when it comes to Sephiroth.

I think Genesis's is multilayered because I think the very first time he heard Sephiroth - and I do think he heard him speak before he ever saw him, just a few words that were likely stumbled off script that he probably assumed was designed to be awkwardly charming until he realised Sephiroth is just the epitome of an awkward turtle - that he was in disbelief. It was a challenge to his own mind, like no way, this one person cannot be doing what they say, so when he finally got a chance to see news footage (I like to think it was on one of these old sets so colour distorted and grainy), obsession set in. Because his skill is undeniable. It's captivating to watch.

Then we run into the very real issue that Sephiroth is not what it says on the tin if you get up close. This is a post-First Soldier Sephiroth that has likely learned what can happen if you get attached to the people you work with: they die or they disappear, and the man is a poster child for abandonment issues. I think he's trying to keep his distance at that point and Genesis is perceptive, I think he can pick up on some of that and the mix of the two....well.

If we go by my personal canon for these two? Genesis got floored by his enhancements way more than Angeal did (there's something up with Genesis's DNA that isn't in the others so I think it stands to reason) so Angeal had already met Sephiroth by the time Genesis did. As such, I think he was already on the defensive, picked up on Sephiroth's vibe of trying to keep everything at an arms length and together with Sephiroth's awkward way of treating SOLDIERs in training at that point more like dogs or weapons (GEE I WONDER WHERE HE PICKED THAT UP), they did not mesh well.

As such, I think Genesis got upset - this wasn't the Sephiroth he built up in his head, this was someone detached, withdrawn, someone who did not recognise and foster such talent as he knew he had but rather just corrected it without a social word at all.

The kicker is I think Sephiroth actually did notice he was different - how many baby Third's come in with that kind of magical skill? How many SOLDIERs in general at that point have a specialty with magic? It's used in a utilitarian way and Genesis doesn't function that way at all and I think Sephiroth just doesn't - understand it? I think he's curious about it but he doesn't really know what to do about it. Has no idea Genesis is operating under the idea they're now mortal enemies fallen from the grace of potential friendship. Honestly, he's really only processing every other sentence - he doesn't know that he's ever known anyone who talks that much.

I think it's only on the third meeting, the ones where they're seeing each other on their first missions together, that they come to an understanding of each other. Genesis starts to process who Sephiroth actually is as opposed to who he thought he was, sorting him into categories of what is propaganda and what is actually him peeking through the presses clutches, and there are a couple of moments that I think highlight it for him that actually, this is the real him and he's actually far more interested in this version than any theatrics. If there's to be theatrics in a relationship, it's coming from him ta very much.

From Sephiroth's perspective, Genesis just makes absolutely no sense - he should not be that chatty, that much of a show off, that headstrong and independent and still be effective as a SOLDIER. He brings this effusive fancy to everything he does and it should be a hindrance but somehow, it's not. There is so much beneath the surface that Sephiroth has no real grasp of - he can't grasp his own nuances, let alone anyone elses - but he's curious, then fascinated. He's inefficient, but he's fast and distracting.

I HC that in fact he did manage to distract him long enough to result Genesis himself giving him a good yank out of the way in a fight because he just is trying to put it all together in his mind and he doesn't know how. How can someone be so wild yet so precise? So fast yet saunter about? So emotional and it not a crippling vulnability but somehow, a strength? WHAT IS THIS CREATURE.

It feels a little funny to me that what Genesis is eventually truly fascinated by is Sephiroth being more awkward teenager trying to figure out how to person - in other words, more mortal and human than he appears - while Sephiroth is trying to figure out how some teenager from a little southern village where they make apple juice is somehow fire and chaos incarnate and why he likes that so much.

#i hope this actually answers the question #like genesis is obsessively interested with the idea of sephiroth having seen him because it's not human it's not average #but it's not until he experiences him first hand that there's this clash of who he's portrayed and who he actually is #and it turns out genesis is far more interested in the person underneath the propaganda than he expected #sephiroth is just on the 'oh a SOLDIER with a magic specialty that's unusual' to 'does he have an off switch' to 'how is he...like that'#'it kind of looks like... fun?'#ff7 #ff7 headcanons #ask meme #answered #birdblacksocialclub #thank you for the ask!

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apoptoses · 8 months

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Vamptember Day 1: Leather Armand/Lestat 1.8k / Mature

Because better late than never, right? And because @birdblacksocialclub's gorgeous art of Armand and Lestat ate my brain and I had to write a little piece with it. I just couldn't contain myself. Go look at it, you're missing out if you haven't.

The walls of the club reverberate with the sound of the band currently on stage. The mortals in the room hear nothing else, but in Armand’s ears the bass mixes with the sound of a hundred pounding hearts, the rush of alcohol soaked blood in living veins. Their ecstatic thoughts drift across the room as Armand pushes his way through the crowd. The sweat of strangers smears on his jacket, clings to his dead skin.

It’s a dingy place. A basement on the edge of the East Village, and it’s packed from wall to wall. Above the heads of the strangers he can see the far off glow of the exit sign. He follows it like a beacon, his shoes sticking to the floor with every step.

He’d expected to hate this, the sensory overwhelm of it. Colors burst at the edge of his vision with every second he’s in the space, the synesthesia he’s struggled with since he was a child, but they only add to the experience. As Armand shoulders past a large man, the pins on the lapel of his jacket digging into his immortal flesh, he feels so alive.

The bouncer at the door asks for his pass. He flashes the sticker on his thigh with its hastily scribbled band name and he’s waved into hallway narrow as any of the filthy corridors of Les Innocents. Armand senses the energy behind the door at the very end. He doesn’t need to check the band name on the door to know he’s in the right place.

There’s a soft click as he closes the door behind him and shuts out the pound of the music. He leans against it, its painted surface cool beneath his blood flushed skin.

“And here I thought you’d never come,” Lestat says.

He’s sprawled on the ragged sofa, blood sweat still damp at his temples, dripping from the widow’s peak that crowns his forehead. The barbells in his nipples glint in the dim light. They’ll only last the night. His immortal body will force them out come morning but for now they beckon beneath his mesh shirt. Armand’s mouth burns with the urge to bite them from his flesh.

“I considered going home. You hardly need more praise, the women at the front of the crowd saw to that well enough with their screaming and groping,” Armand murmurs.

They’d been all over Lestat, running their hands up his leather clad thighs, grasping at his groin. But that’s typical. Mortals are drawn to him like moths to a flame and Lestat burns all the brighter for their attention. He’d taken once of them by the wrist, placed her palm right over the bulge between his thighs. The grin he’d given when she’d flushed had been insufferable.

“What’s that? Armand, jealous of a few little mortals getting to touch their newest idol? I never thought I’d see the night,” Lestat says. “Tell me, are you going to stalk out of here and kill one of them after? Swallow down their blood and steal their memory of getting to feel me up? That would be petty, even for you.”

“Mm, and you’d enjoy far too much if I did.”

Armand tosses his hair back over his shoulder. He crosses his arms across his chest and watches the gold at the edge of his vision blur with Lestat’s hair. He looks like a colossus from some old Greek tale. A great statue minted from precious metal and set up to be smited by a jealous god.

Lestat fidgets with one of his rings, twisting it around and around on his finger. The cross that dangles from his ear catches in his hair when he looks down at the floor, and then glances right back up at Armand’s face.

“But you did enjoy it, didn’t you? The music isn’t quite the same as my old band but then the times have changed so much,” he says. “And it’s different going from an amphitheater to a dirty little basement but then-“

He shrugs. He casts his eyes around for his nail file, a bottle to toy with. Anything to feign nonchalance. Armand knows his ticks all too well. Lestat is a mess of tells if only one watches him long enough.

And Armand has been watching him for three hundred years now.

He pushes off the door and crosses the room. The couch has room for four but he drops onto the cushion at Lestat’s side.

“It’s more exciting this way, I’d think. More intimate,” Armand murmurs.

This close he can smell the tang of the blood sweat, Lestat’s cologne. Even Lestat’s pants, heady and animalistic. Armand has always had a fondness for leather, the way the body warms it and causes it to give off the scent of its previous wearer; the animal from which it came. How it stretches and molds to the form of its owner.

Lestat must have bought the pair a size too small, because they cling to his powerful thighs. They’re so tight around his waist the button refuses to hold. It’s close to falling off, in fact, hanging by a scrap against the trail of golden hair that leads down from Lestat’s navel. It leaves him looking debauched. If he shifts the wrong way (the right way? Armand can’t decide) the chrome teeth of his zipper will come undone and expose him for all the world to see.

“Yes! Exactly, it’s intimate being in a crowded little room, a different sort of thrill. Less like the belly of the beast and more like being a priest, standing at the front of my very own church to lead the worship,” Lestat says.

Armand reaches across to untangle the cross from his hair. He hears Lestat’s ancient blood rush in response, his heart beat in time with the racing drums of the band in the next room. Armand allows his fingertips to graze his cheek and watches as Lestat’s tongue slips out to lick at his lips; leave them glossy and wet.

“And would you have them all on their knees for you?” Armand asks, voice low.

Lestat turns his head, goes to catch his fingertips in his mouth, but Armand is too quick. He pulls his hand away just before he can make contact and takes pleasure in Lestat’s frown, the way his nose wrinkles. He looks as petulant as a child when he’s teased. Every inch the demanding, spoiled rockstar.

“If you merely wish for some groupie to tend to you then I’m afraid you’ll have to go out in the crowd and find one of those desperate, grasping fans of yours,” Armand continues, only to provoke him. He runs his hand back and forth over his thigh, savoring the heat of his skin as it seeps through the leather and warms his palm. “You know I don’t play those sorts of games with you.”

Armand feels his way over Lestat’s iliac crest and toys with the button on his pants. Lestat’s stomach goes concave when his nails graze his skin. His heart throbs so loudly the gold at the edges of Armand’s vision pulses with it.

“Yes, we both know you prefer to torment me and deny me,” Lestat mutters as he drapes his arm around Armand’s shoulders. “You’re never satisfied unless you’re playing the devil for me.”

Armand’s mouth curls at the corners. “And you may play the priest on stage but you prefer to be the one giving worship. But Lestat?”

Lestat’s arm is heavy on his shoulders, he doesn’t press but it’s impossible not to be drawn to him. To lean up, head tilted back, faces so close their mouths are nearly touching. Armand can feel the warm puff of his breath on his face whenever Lestat exhales. He can practically taste the blood sweat on his upper lip from here.

His fingertips feel their way along the jagged metal teeth of his zipper, over the prominent thing between his legs. Armand squeezes him through his leather pants and delights at Lestat’s sharp inhale at the brazenness of it. For all his bravado he’s scandalized so easily. It never takes more than a well placed touch and a dirty word to get him on the back-foot, to have him transfixed like this.

“What?” Lestat prompts. “Are you going to finish whatever it is you were intending to say, or are you going to wait for me to lose my patience and throw you back onto this sofa?”

Armand huffs out a laugh. “If you do I’ll leave. I was only going to say-”

He inches closer, allows his lips to brush Lestat’s with every word and send sparks radiating out across his face. Armand’s grip on his thigh is tight enough his nails are liable to cut into the leather pants and leave half-moon shaped holes in their wake, and what a delicious thought that is, marking him in so public a way. When they come out of this dressing room everyone will know exactly what he’s done and with who.

Armand nicks his tongue with his fang. Blood pools in his mouth, he holds it there until he can take no more and then goes in for the kiss.

He’s tidy when he feeds. Both of them are, they never spill a drop. But as Lestat licks into his mouth Armand feels the blood trickle down his lips. He tilts his head, sucks at Lestat’s tongue, and lets it smear across his chin. From the corner of his eye he can see Lestat’s hand raised, caught between the urge to reach out for him and to be good and maintain their game, to not touch without permission, and Armand can hardly help himself. He groans against his lips.

Lestat chases his mouth when he pulls back. His pupils are blown wide as a predator’s. His posture is that of captured prey, fingers still clenching at the empty air. Armand darts in and licks his own blood from his chin.

Outside this room Lestat has a hundred new adoring fans. He has mortal women who would die to worship at his feet, to have him bestow his touch upon them for only a moment. But in this dressing room he only has eyes for Armand’s bloody teeth.

Armand looks him in the eye, voice low as a whisper.

“-if anyone is going to be on their knees for you, it’s going to be me.”

#just a quickie to get me back in the groove and off my big wip #apoptoses fic #vc fic #armand/lestat #vamptember #vampire chronicles

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