love is the last fridge magnet left

fair warning: basically all of these feature robby because he's The Character. so... if you're not a fan, this list probably isn't for you. also, please make sure to check tags and author notes for warnings!

You got me floating in an ocean of emotion and I think I'm gonna drown by lunardeath [jack/robby; one-shot]

“I’ll have you know, I also got hit on today.” “Oh really?” “Yeah. Her name’s Gladys, she’s 93, and she told me if she wasn’t confined to a wheelchair, she could show me a thing or two.”

it doesn't have to be forever but it has to be right now by wishingonalightningbolt [yuri langdon/robby; one-shot]

She has to look away, has to catch her breath. She feels like a Jane Austen character, caught up in the tiniest sliver of skin, as if she isn’t a woman in her fifties who’s had plenty of sexual partners.

V'ahavta by oliviacirce [jack/robby; one-shot]

He wasn't too old for the buzzing anticipation, the champagne-bubble feeling of wanting something desperately and knowing that he was going to get it. He'd almost forgotten what that was like, how it made his skin tingle and his breath come faster and his heart race, but in a way that felt good.

your place is where i’d rather be instead by girlwritesthings [jack/samira/robby; one-shot]

Jack, seemingly unperturbed by Robby’s intrusion into their life, acts as he always has. When he arrives home a little after 7:45 each morning, he settles behind her in the kitchen, his hands resting along her hips as he sucks a kiss into her throat. Robby’s shuffling feet and grumbled “Good morning” cause her to jump, but Jack’s hands stay firm on her skin, holding her close as she froths milk for her latte. 

our eyes are yet to open by cicak [jack/robby (main pairing), jack/samira, langdon/robby; au + multi-chapter]

When Jack slid into his mind it felt like something strange and wrong every time, but Jack inside his body is familiar, it’s biology and chemistry, its firing neurons and chemical pathways and a literal, undeniable thing that Jack is doing, not some trick of the phone network infrastructure and vampiric charm.

you fondle my trigger then blame my gun by cicak [samira/robby; one-shot]

“She was my Adamson, you understand.” Samira can’t even prevent the kneejerk revulsion that rolls over her. “I don’t know what you think Adamson and I did, but it absolutely wasn’t that.” Robby stops and looks at her. “Really? Okay, sorry. I really did think there was something there.” “Ew.” Samira says. “No offense to the great man, but he was like my dad.” “Am I like your dad?” Robby asks, but she can see he’s distracted, looking at his old mentor as she makes small talk with her students. “You’re like my boss,” Samira says, dismissively. 

Taking Care of Each Other by wegoodandevilthings [langdon/robby (main pairing), past jack/robby, potential future langdon/jack/robby; could technically be read as a standalone? part 3 of series]

"Sorry. You're just…" He sighs and puts his hands firmly on Frank's hips. 'You're lovely,' he wants to say, but it feels like a weird compliment. Lovely. Handsome. Beautiful. Strong. Durable. A sight.

In the Pines by lovelycrimes [jack/robby; wip]

Of course. Jack, the planner. He hadn’t just planned the trail and the reveal; he’d planned the entire arc of their desire. 

i should get a PhD (in yearning all the time) by earthseraph [jack/robby; one-shot]

listen. i told myself i wasn't interested in non-vampire iwtv fanfic, but that was clearly a lie. so. here's some fics that i absolutely adore. enjoy!

the absence of god by thisisthefamilybusiness [wip]

It’s such a nice daydream. To imagine that this house could have been someplace beautiful, somewhere they chose to be. To imagine that they had a real, happy, human life together—were partners, were even parents together maybe, were in love. To imagine that they had the lives that rightfully should have been theirs.

Backroads to Sonoma by burntcrimson

The night sky is an endless, decadent blue-black, and here, where the only lights are the little bulbs that dot the orchards, and the far off-windows of vineyard mansions, sprawling pseudo-rustic villas, the stars twinkle in the thousands. There’s a plane up there too, tiny lights flashing white and red. It’s heading south, maybe on its way down to LAX. Families and movie stars. All those people, all those lives. He’s always been interested in what other people are doing, but has felt apart as long as he can remember. It’s been a perpetual point of confusion, an unplaced resentment, an un-healable wound. He’s at peace with it now. It doesn’t matter anymore.

If You Have Ghosts. by sunshineramblings

“Oh! I’m Daniel, by the way. Molloy. I, uh –“ “How can you stand it?” Armand interjects softly, putting his free hand out to shake. “Being named Daniel?” He softly laughs and the laugh feels fake, it feels forced. “The quiet. Haven’t you noticed how you and I are the only people here? Isn’t that strange to you, Daniel?”

univision wishes it had this many plot twists by thisisthefamilybusiness

or, a random assortment of armand/daniel fics that i've recently become enchanted with for one reason or another.

After me, the flood by glasslilies

Nobody loves it. Everybody wants to be there—but it’s not a place made for keeping. Story of Armand’s life.

let the rock roll by chuffystilton [wip]

“I’m also sorry,” Armand says, finally. “I apologize for holding you hostage for four days and then wiping your memories and leaving you in a drug den.” “It was six days.” “Six days. And looking back, I should have given you more toilet breaks.”

the great poems covered their famished faces by sweettartheart

"Burying your issues under killing sprees or drugs or elaborate gaslighting schemes works up to a point. But in the end you have to wear the pain. You have to live with the anger and get to know it. So you can see the chinks in the defenses and know how to knock 'em down when you get the chance." He traces the shell of Armand's ear, pinches the lobe sharply. "I think Claudia was really onto something."

House of the Rising Sun, but Sing it in Old French by chapstickaddict [wip]

Inhumanity didn’t fit him. In fact, the further into the Dark Gift he went, the more he realized just how very familiar his desires were. Like well-loved, worn through shoes that had been resoled, polished up, and presented anew. His vampirism put him at the mercy of his humanity, not above it.

no choir by mercuryhatter

Daniel looked over to Armand, wearing a worn set of Daniel's own ugly plaid pajama pants with a sweater patterned with avocados that he'd taken off last night's dinner. 

Provenance by aurora_borealis