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    A place to put my fics wherein Armand and Daniel live together in a brick row house and get up to silly things.

    Feel free to read these as out of order as you like or skip around, these fics are not in any particular order.

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    17 Jan 2026

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    <3

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    Armand picks up the bag and upends it over the bed; he picks out the antibiotics and deposits the eight boxes in Daniel’s lap.

    “What the fuck…”

    “These are all different — which ones seem best suited to your predicament?”

    “Predica— oh my god, man, you can’t be for real!”

    Armand frowns. “Daniel, please. This is serious.”

    “I mean… it’s really not.”

    “Blood poisoning is, in fact, extremely serious, beloved. Now please, tell me, which of these should you take?”

    “Uh, these are all pretty strong, I don’t need any of these.”

    “Yes, you do.”

    “It’s not healthy to take antibiotics for no reason!”

    Looks like Armand will have to crush the pills into his food.

     

    Or: Armand, the plagues and the wonders of medicine. And Daniel. So much Daniel.

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    17 Jan 2026

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    made me giggle:

    “Good.” Daniel kisses him. “My personal immune booster.” He kisses him again, then grins, and Armand knows he’s about to say something absolutely heinous. “The Vaccine Armand.”

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    “Babe, check this out,” he says as they’re knocking over a Cartier store in the middle of the night. (Armand had a hankering for some jewellery while out on the town, and Daniel is a gentleman, so he picked up a crowbar and obliged.)

    Armand saunters over from where he’s been trying on pearls and peers at the engagement rings display case Daniel is beckoning him towards.

    “Are we taking any of these?” Daniel asks — nice and smooth, nice and casual.

    Armand graces the selection with a fleeting glance, then turns his nose up.

    “Too gaudy,” he pronounces dismissively. “I cannot abide the current mania of studding everything with as many tiny gems as possible. Not to mention, these would be most unpleasant to the touch.”

    The tape recorder lodged permanently in Daniel’s freshly renovated brain is whirring away, capturing every single word.

     

    Or: Armand rekindles his love of jewellery; Daniel gets ideas.

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    17 Jan 2026

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    ajahsgvdjs, how do you make these pieces of absolute loveliness. I just want to eat them and stick them to the inside of my brain to look at whenever I please

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    “You’re shitting me!” Daniel looks positively gleeful.

    “I am not.”

    “This is awesome. Fucking Florida.”

    “Mm. We should go there in the summer. Revisit our island,” Armand suggests romantically.

    “Yeah, sounds great, babe. Milan, 1641—”

    “I think I’ve just isolated the root cause of your two divorces.”

    “Ha-ha, nice try, asshole, we both know it was you. So anyway, Milan.”

    “Milan,” Armand sighs his surrender, though does not stop the light smile from curling up in the corners of his lips.

     

    Or: freshly retired from journalism (and life), Daniel needs enrichment; Armand lovingly puts up with the results.

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    16 Jan 2026

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    “Oi, Molloy!” a sketchy-looking guy with a camera says, a little too loudly for a gallery opening — obviously a paparazzi. “Nice shirt!”

    “Aww, thanks, Schneider,” says Dad with absolutely toxic politeness that suggests he and the guy have butted heads before, which, yeah, that tracks with Dad’s mission to make everyone in his profession hate him.

    He holds his leather jacket open for a photo, and yup, the shirt says EAT THE RICH in red, slightly shimmering letters. Cute.

    “Nice.” The pap snaps some pics. “So how does that square with your billionaire — sorry, multi-millionaire — boytoy over there?”

    “One, I’m the boytoy here, and two, you should have seen what I did to him earlier today.”

    Okay, Lauren’s not hungry any more. Jesus Christ, Dad.

     

    or: Daniel's daughters are invited to Armand's latest gallery opening. Molloy family shenanigans and awkwardness ensue.

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    16 Jan 2026

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    favourite part:

    Weaving her way through the exhibition, she arrives at what feels like a centrepiece — a sofa, almost completely burned down, with only its wooden frame remaining and charred. When she looks closer, she can see the cracks in the wood have been filled in with gold paste. There are two brightly coloured cushions placed on the boards supporting the seat — perfect and untouched by fire.

    No More Lint , says the info plaque.