#yapper4yapper

night island for your boomer fledgling is a post-s2, canon-divergent series I've got going on AO3 and I'm coming here with little-to-no shame to ask people to check it out because I've been thinking about this flavor of DM since 2024 and it's cooked my brain entirely

you've got:

# Devil's Minion era did NOT happen (yet) # first time (making a vampire) # trauma bonding # fast burn # old4olde

to feel the blood burn his tongue (~13k)

Armand and Daniel have a long, bloody night in the Dubai penthouse (working title: in throes of increasing blunder)

“These just sure are a lot of big feelings to have about a house plant that you kept alive to prove something to your husband.”

did I ever tell you this one? (~2k)

Daniel struggles with terminology

“You always joked about it,” Alice concedes. “But I think on some level you knew what you were doing." "Did I?" Daniel wonders aloud. "Because I definitely sold a piece where I interviewed a gay hustler about what it was like being a gay hustler."

only lovers will survive (WIP, likely ~50k, currently 25k)

deadbeat maker invites boomer fledgling to dinner on a private island, tale as old as time or something like that

He keeps talking, explaining, each sentence coming slightly faster than the last. Daniel half-listens as he tries to place a memory itching at the back of his mind as he takes in the spectacle. When he spots a sky bridge between the two largest buildings of the resort, he finally scratches it. “Armand, I need you to Google ‘Habitrail’ real quick. One word. One T.”

(photo from unsplash btw)

A random text just to say hello, because something told me, that i needed to meet you.

I can't tell you what that feeling was, but I am glad I listened.

Because it turned out, now i never NOT want to know you.

We knew eachother for not even a day and we allready couldn't shut up. Yeah, we totally speedrun this friendship, just yapping about fandom, writing, books, our lifes and everything inbetween. (I swear, we would allready live togehter if there wasn't an Ocean between us)

Letters, postcards, voicememos, videos and thousands of texts later, we are still here, cheering and supporting eachothers highs, lows and delulus.

Going trough life with you is the greatest, most wonderfull Christmas gift I ever got.

Thank you, for allways listening, for beeing there, for reading the same books as me so we can freak out togehter.

pickup artist vs. pickup artist, who will win