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nanawritesit · 9 months

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WWDITS Headcanons: You Having the Opposite Aesthetic of Everyone Else at the Vampire Residence (fem!reader)

tw: vampires, blood, corpses, mentions of killing, mentions of virgins, immortality

you were brought into the house to work as nadja and laszlo’s familiar

after having so many familiars die on the job, they had pretty much lost hope that they would ever find one that was right for them

so when you of all people, with your brightly colored hair, glittery makeup, long nails, and hot pink platform boots, were still around after a few weeks, they knew you were special 💞

of course they had their doubts at first, thinking you were much too soft for the job based on your cute aesthetic, but you surprised them with how tough you were

you had no problem finding them victims, cleaning up blood stains, and disposing of corpses. the promise of eternal life was much too great for you to give up because of some gore

nadja is overjoyed to have another woman in the house, and quickly becomes more of a bestie than a boss (as long as you do all of your duties as a familiar too)

she requires you to attend weekly “girls nights” with her, the guide, and mini nadja, but even if they weren’t mandatory, you’d happily go along

sometimes you’ll get all dressed up and go clubbing, taking everyone’s drinks for them since they can’t ingest human food

you stick out like a sore thumb in your pink sequin mini dress and heels, the rest of them shrouded in black lace, but you have an amazing time regardless. they really know how to party!

but sometimes you just have sleepovers where you watch mamma mia and talk shit about all the men in the house

laszlo didn’t take you seriously at first. he never really saw the appeal of having a familiar, thinking he got along just fine without one, but wanted to please his good lady wife

he could never understand how nandor was so attached to guillermo. he was just some human who followed him around and did his bidding

that was, until you came along

he found it was really nice to have someone to practice his music with, to organize his library for him, to help him into his coffin every night… and after a while he really grew quite fond of you

which scared him, because he knew how fragile human life was

but that only made him want to keep you under his wing more, to protect you until the day him and nadja decided to turn you

they love having you accompany them on their nightly walks, carrying their parasol behind them as they bask in the moonlight

they’re super protective of you, especially from people who assume you’re an easy target because of your looks

like, if anyone tries to mess with you around them, lazslo will yell at them to go fuck off, and nadja will practically go feral and rip their heart out

you’ll have to BEG her not to hurt them for her to even CONSIDER letting them go 💀

nandor pretty much falls in love with you upon first sight

he absolutely adores your style, loving how unique it is compared to anyone else he knows

he tries and fails to flirt with you all the time while you’re working, until nadja eventually yells at him to leave you to your chores, and he’ll scuttle away bc he’s scared of her 😀

he sometimes asks you to do his makeup like yours, saying he wants to “glitter like twilight”

his undead heart stops when you lean close to his face to do his eyeliner 🥺

he desperately wants to ask you out but is terrified of what nadja would do to him should you agree

she thinks you’re MUCH too good for him

he eventually goes to laszlo for help, since he’s such an “expert” on modern women 💀

he agrees to help him, but tells him that if you guys start dating and he hurts you, he’ll kill him 😗

guillermo is honestly just so thrilled to have another human in the house to sympathize with him 😭

the two of you quickly become partners in crime, dragging bodies down the stairs together and recruiting virgins for your vampires to feast on

he also wouldn’t hesitate to slay any vampire who tried to feed on you

you always stick up for him when the vampires aren’t taking him seriously, which helps since they all value your opinion tremendously

nandor gets a bit jealous when he finds out that you and guillermo get lunch together everyday 😭

guillermo admittedly gets a bit jealous when you’re turned into a vampire before he is, but is obviously very happy for you

but since nandor has such a soft spot for you, you’re able to convince him to turn guillermo sooner :) that way you can be a big happy vampire family forever

collin robinson thinks you’re quite entertaining, although he gets frustrated at the fact that you somehow always dodge all of his attempts to drain your energy

when you go out on the town with everyone, you have major scary dog privilege

when you walk by, people see a pretty pink princess 💞

and then they see the three huge, dramatically dressed vampires, one emotionless suited man, and one monster slayer walking behind you and they’re like oh shit nvm 💀

#what we do in the shadows #wwdits headcanon #nandor the relentless #laszlo cravensworth #nadja of antipaxos #guillermo de la cruz #collin robinson #wwdits x reader #what we do in the shadows scenarios #what we do in the shadows fanfiction #nandor x reader #wwdits

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bottombaron · 9 months

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I think that Guillermo, at the end of Laszlo's 'Roast' party in episode 7, will reveal his secret.

The party will most certainly devolve into a roast of him instead, because of course it will. Because Nandor won't be able to make clever jokes or get anyone to laugh and in order to save his ego he'll do what he always does in those situations and sacrifice Guillermo in its place. He'll say unnecessarily cruel things because he thinks no one person can be more important to him than the fear of his own weakness. He'll pile it on too. One thing after the other. Maybe the other vampires invited to the roast will laugh along because familiars are easy marks. And the heat will build. There's only so many lashes Guillermo can take on behalf of Nandor's pride. And Laszlo, Nadja, and Colin are starting to grimace and wince.

And that's when Guillermo will do it.

He will stand up, with the chair he was sitting in making a horrible noise across the wood floor like a record scratch. To let you know that the party has been violently cut short.

And Laszlo will do a panicked head shake, maybe try to salvage the situation from the precipice that Nandor has unknowingly brought them to. That Guillermo is about to jump off of. With all of them helplessly attached.

Guillermo was put in the audience on the other side of the room. Already segregated from the rest of the group. He's in a room filled with vampires who were just laughing at him but now look. Nandor's peers. The whole vampire community is here, watching him.

Guillermo's vampires sit across from him at a long table with a podium, like a panel of judges. Like he's a prisoner standing before the pulpit awaiting a verdict. He's got one last moment to either swallow the pride he just started to embrace on a float earlier that year and sit back down, let himself be ridiculed like always but live to see another day ... or burn it all down like it deserves to be, with his plea of guilt.

Holding a struck match, Guillermo will finally speak the truth to Nandor. To everyone. The real truth. The one he hasn't spoken out loud yet. The one nobody knows.

He will say, "I have a joke." And everyone will listen.

"I paid to have some barely-turned, low-rank, nothing of a vampire. Who hasn't even been one longer than I have been a familiar…to bite me. And turn me. In the back room of a gas station where he works. And he did it."

"I've been turned by a vampire that wasn't my master. That wasn't you."

Guillermo's jittered, bitchy energy tapers. He no longer fidgets or looks around at the faces slack-jawed at him. He's gone cold.

Like a killer, he delivers the next blow straight at his master's heart, sitting across the room at the podium, similarly frozen in place.

"But that's not the joke."

"The joke is, I may not have known how taboo it was…that it would be such a big deal to everyone else…but I did know…" (he licks his lips and despite his unshakable intent the uncontrollable emotion he always carries inside him threatens to undo his composure. Still, he keeps his voice loud and steady. Mostly. His attention is focused. His eyes start getting a little wet, but he hardly notices. He's going to follow through.)

"I didn't even really do it because I wanted to. Not then, or like that. (Not with him). Not for the same reason I had wanted to do it before. Or the reason I told Laszlo and Nadja I did it."

"See…the joke is…"

(His voice has become softer. It still carries across the room easily. There is no one else in the whole house but Guillermo and Nandor.)

"I did it because I knew how it would make you feel."

"I did it because I wanted to hurt you."

#wwdits #what we do in the shadows #guillermo de la cruz #nandor the relentless #nandermo #and Harvey will do that thing that he does so well #that beautiful little exhale - like he's been holding his breath this whole time #like it was him not Nandor that had just been given a killing blow #and Kayvan will do that thing that HE does so well #going from being a fucking cartoon character - like he was drawn by wb in the 50s and lives by the Bugs Bunny laws of physics #he walks thru fallen anvils and acme dynamite mostly unscathed because it's funny #and then without any warning he's /real/ he's a real physical living breathing human man (vampire)#he walks on earth and lives by the same laws of nature we do and he can hurt and be hurt with equal ferocity #Nandor's mouth is slightly open and his eyes have a quality of both dissociation and focus on Guillermo #like someone watching tv instead of real life #like this horror was happening to someone other than him #and after his exhale in the dead quiet of the mansion Guillermo turns away from Nandor and leaves #after 13 years of continuous abuse of Guillermo in order to fuel the lingering dredge of Nandor's barely functioning ego #Guillermo himself kills it in one short decisive moment #because he was always the only one who ever could #who held that power over Nandor the whole time #and it cuts them apart like a guillotine

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bliki-twig · 8 months

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The Dangers of Drug Blood

pairing: Nandor x Guillermo

summary: After indulging in a bit too much drug blood, Nandor finds the confidence to tell Guillermo how he feels. And it goes just about how you expect it to.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: drug (blood) use, referenced sexual content, angst, season 5 finale spoilers

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49866685

“Shut up Germo, I have to go to space.”

“Master please you have to-”

“No. Master you don’t- Nandor no! Put that thing down you don’t know where it’s been!”

“You already went to space, Master.”

“And I’ll do it again!”

“You wouldn’t treat me that way, would you?”

One of the less talked about aspects of being a familiar is taking care of your ultra powerful, six foot something vampire master while he’s drunk off his ass on drug blood. It was also one of the aspects that Guillermo thought was amusing, almost as much as he hated it.

Currently Nandor was attempting to seduce a raccoon that was rummaging through a trashcan while his ever dutiful familiar pulled at his coat. It was only after it bit him with a snarl did he relent, calling it a “tempest witch” before throwing all of his body weight onto Guillermo’s shoulder and whining into his ear.

“Like what, Master?”

“You wouldn’t bite me if I told you.”

“Tell me what?”

Nandor mumbled something into his jacket sleeve and refused to elaborate, thoroughly confusing his familiar as they wobbled to the house.

Guillermo all but kicked the door open to shove Nandor to his feet in the entryway.

“Goodness Nandor, what happened to you?” Lazlo remarked as he sauntered down the stairs carrying his latest book of what was probably pornography.

“He got into drug blood.” Guillermo answered for him, exasperated, shoving Nandor away as he tried to drape himself over his back and nose at his neck.

“Oh good luck with that old chap. If you need any assistance, don’t call for me because I do not care.”

Guillermo narrowed his eyes. “Thanks.”

Lazlo looked over his shoulder. “No problem.” And just like that he was gone.

“He’s a dick.” Nandor said, a slur of speech tainting his words.

“Yeah. Yeah he is. Alright let’s get you to bed.” The entire walk to Nandor’s room Guillermo couldn’t help but think about what he had mumbled outside. There was a certain soft quality to how he had asked, like he was baring his non-beating heart in the question.

Guillermo gingerly tried to undress Nandor for bed with as much success as someone trying to undress their toddler. Apparently Nandor’s legs refused to work, leading to Guillermo having to dump him into a nearby chair. His fingers deftly undid the buttons of his master’s tunic with over a decade of practiced precision. He leaned forward to reach the bottom buttons, bringing his face dangerously close to Nandor’s.

He could smell the blood on his lips. Guillermo raised his head cautiously to see Nandor staring him down. They locked eyes and they both seemed to hold their breaths, even if one of them didn’t even need to breathe.

“Master? I had a question.”

“Of course.” The remark seemed to rip from Nandor’s throat, like the first sentence from unused vocal chords. There was a softness in his eyes Guillermo hadn’t seen before.

“Earlier, you asked if I would bite you if you told me. What did you mean by that?”

He seemed to consider this for a moment, before Nandor lifted his hand. He reached up, about to press it to Guillermo’s cheek, before retracting, instead reaching down to take Guillermo’s hands from where they froze against the last button.

“I thought that if I told you how I felt, you would leave again.” The words came easily and with startling clarity. A part of Guillermo’s heart he had long since thought repressed sparked in his chest.

For all his years of immortality plagued by selfish desire and uncaring notion, sometimes Nandor felt frustratingly human. Sometimes Guillermo thought he could feel it, especially early on when he went to sleep at night and dreamt of his boss in ways an employee, nonetheless a familiar, shouldn’t think of.

“And how exactly do you feel?” The waver in his voice gave him away. Almost as much as the shaking of his hands in Nandor’s.

The moment broke as Nandor stood, wobbling on unsteady legs. “I feel like! Like..” He tried and failed to find words in his drug-addled mind. “You fucking guy! I feel like I never want you to leave. Like when you die because of your stupid short human life I’ll be sad!”

“Thanks? I guess.”

“Shhhhh. I’m not done. Sometimes, when I’m in my coffin. I think about what it would be like to have you there with me. You’re very warm, you know that? I haven’t felt warm in so long, I forgot what it was like to miss it.” Nandor had turned away so he wouldn’t have to look at the pitiful look on Guillermo’s face. The confusion, the recognition, the want. Oh the want was the worst of all. But Guillermo had to come to his senses.

“You’re just saying this because you’re drunk. Let’s get you to bed.” He took a step toward his master.

“I am not! I have to say this now, because I will probably not remember that I said any of this when I wake up and..and… I want to say it now while I have the confidence.” He was desperate now, turning to finally face his familiar. The familiar that wasn’t supposed to weasel his way into Nandor’s undead heart, but had anyway, even after he treated him so horribly, even after they had fought verbally and physically. Even after all that, he knew him.

He knew him in so many ways, enough to know that Guillermo would never want to be a vampire. Enough to know Guillermo couldn’t kill unless it was to protect someone he cared for. Enough to know that Guillermo still thought of the vampires as family.

And Nandor knew himself well enough to know that the fact that he made the effort to learn all of these things about Guillermo meant one thing.

“If I told you I love you, would you leave?”

Silence filled the room. The tension could be cut with a knife. Guillermo almost wished he had a knife, or a stake, or a goddamn crucifix. Anything to make him feel secure right now.

“I…I don’t know.” That was all Guillermo could manage to squeak out before standing straight up. “I’m sorry Nandor. I don’t know.” There was a pressure behind his eyes Guillermo couldn’t place as he wrestled with the weight of this confession. Why did Nandor have to be high when he said it?

Guillermo had imagined this moment a thousand times a thousand different ways, but never like this. Never, in any of his dreams did it hurt so much to hear ‘i love you’.

And he just couldn’t deal with it.

So Guillermo did what he always did. He ran.

Nandor was left in his drugged stupor, swaying on his feet, longing, and without the energy to chase him.

Well, Nandor was right about one thing, he definitely didn’t remember what he said that drunken night. Or at least acted like he didn’t. For over a week they’d been basically avoiding each other.

Actually Guillermo was avoiding Nandor, the act causing the vampire to avoid him in turn. So technically they were avoiding each other.

Eventually, after the second week, Nadja cornered Guillermo in the kitchen when Nandor was out.

“What the fuck is going on between the two of you?” Nadja shouted at Guillermo, poking a painted nail in his chest.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Of course he did, he was just hoping she wouldn’t ask too many questions if he pretended he didn’t.

“You know what I’m talking about. What did you do to Nandor?” She responded.

“I didn’t do anything to him, he did it to himself.” He was just being a brat at this point. Not wanting to face his own guilt in the situation. Nandor had asked, begged him not to leave, and he ran away like a coward. He deserved to be questioned.

“Well whatever he did, fix it. I’m tired of seeing him mope around like a limp dick. And usually I don’t mind a nice limp dick, but Nandor is making them not as fun anymore.” She crossed her arms across her chest.

Guillermo swallowed. The guilt clawed its way from his throat. “Nandor told me he loved me. Not in like a familiar way or even in a friend way. Romantically. So I’ve been avoiding giving him an answer.”

“Shit. I owe Lazlo 20 dollars.”

“What? The fuck does that mean?” Guillermo raised his voice, pushing off the counter.

“Yes.” Colin Robinson emerged from the doorway for a split second before disappearing again.

“Me and Lazlo have had a bet going about who would cave first. I thought it would be you. You know, because you’re so… emotional that way.”

“I can’t believe you. Did everyone know Nandor was in love with me except me?” He began to pace around the kitchen waving his arms about.

Guillermo was left in the strangely silent kitchen. How exactly did he feel about Nandor? When he was a teen he looked up to him as everything he wanted to be as a vampire, strong and imposing. After a few years it led to attraction, nights of imagining his own hand against his skin was a foreign one. Longer, and stronger than his own. Then it fizzled out. At least he thought it had. In the over ten years since then they had grown to understand each other on a deep and personal level. They knew each other's fears and desires in a way no one else really understood.

“Shit.” Guillermo leaned forward onto the island, placing his forehead into his hands. “What am I gonna do? I can’t keep avoiding him.”

“Just do what me and Lazlo do when we have a lovers’ spat. Fuck it out!” Nadja noted the sentiment by making a lewd gesture with her hands and turning before walking out rambling something about ‘useless fucking morons’.

And some nights, although they’re ones that Guillermo refuses to acknowledge, he still dreams of Nandor in a way that an employee shouldn’t dream of their employer. Though now they’re not sexual, but dreams of soft touches and kisses and mumblings of affection. He dreams of clear skies and clouds that threaten to touch their fingers as they fly into the night. He dreams of an understanding on an inner level. He dreams of care.

Like the care that someone would carry around their lover’s glasses. Like the care that they tie the knot of a cape. Like the care that someone would make a glitter portrait.

Oh God. Guillermo realizes all at once that Nandor has always loved him, in some way. And he has always felt the same. He had told him “I don’t know.” but the truth was he was painfully aware of his answer.

He was just afraid. Afraid of giving an immortal creature his heart and having it devoured in his hands. Blood from his veins spilled across the floor never to be given back. In many ways it was like being turned. Except this type of vulnerability could not be reversed with a stake through the heart.

Fear had taken him over for far too long.

Slayers courage filled his veins. Even if Nandor didn’t remember his confession, he would certainly remember Guillermo’s.

Later that night Nandor stood dutifully silent, waiting to be undressed for bed. Guillermo walked into his room and closed the door behind him, hand staying closed around the handle.

“Master.” No, that didn’t feel right in this context. “Nandor. We need to talk about something.” He tried not to let his nervousness affect his voice.

“Yes. I believe we do.” Nandor answered. A tense silence filled out between them. “You did not do the dry cleaning last week. My cape feels stiff. This needs to be fixed at once.”

Guillermo sighed out his frustration. Why did he ever expect him to remember?

“Yeah, I’ll get to it tomorrow.” Guillermo wrung his hands. This felt big. Huge. More of a reveal than telling Nandor that he��d been turned by someone other than him.

“Do you remember a few nights ago, when you went out to feed and got into a guy who had taken drugs?”

“Of course I do. I had a very pleasant dream about Jahan.”

“That's…..great. Do you remember anything else?”

“Very little. Drug blood does that you know. I do remember having to get myself ready for bed and that you were most unhelpful. You left me alone Guillermo! You know I do not like that.” Nandor scrunched his nose at him in a way that Guillermo now realized was always adorable.

Guillermo thought he might explode. In almost all areas of romance he was very inexperienced. His only boyfriend was Freddie and we all know how that turned out. They stayed like that in awkward silence for what felt like forever. Guillermo opened his mouth to something when Nandor spoke.

“Actually. Here, sit down.” Guillermo sat on the loveseat across from the coffin, patting the cushion next to him. Nandor, for once in his very long non-life, obliged. “That night you said something to me. Something I didn’t know how to respond to.” He took his bottom lip between his teeth and chewed on it. “You told me how you felt. About me. And you asked me if I would leave if you were to tell me.”

Nandor had straightened his back and was staring forward, not looking at Guillermo. His shoulders were squared and jaw tight.

“What did you say? To my question.” He glanced over at his former familiar, body guard, best man, best friend.

“I said I didn’t know. And…I ran. That’s why I’ve been acting so weird lately. But I know now.” Every word came out quicker than the last.

“And?” Nandor’s only answer settled heavily into the space between them. 14 years of friendship and trust and betrayal compounded into one single moment. Guillermo swallowed, the pressure behind his eyes returning.

“I feel the same way. I think I always have.” The tears that had welled had spilled over and down his cheeks. His tentative hand slid across the cushion and his pinky finger wrapped around Nandor’s. The touch released the tension in both of them, shoulders relaxing and breath easing out.

“Guillermo, I have a confession to make.” Nandor turned completely to the side, his hand sliding solidly into Guillermo’s. His chest heaved with unexpressed emotion. His eyes were intense and shaking. “I do not know what I’m doing. All my relationships have been lacking in many aspects. And I cannot promise I won’t mess this up.”

Guillermo laughed. “I really don’t know what I’m doing either. We’re going to fight. We’re going to yell and cry and apologize and make up. But I want to do all of that because I can do it with you.”

Nandor didn’t smile or say anything at all, he untangled his hand from Guillermo’s and wiped a stray tear from his cheek. His hand lingered on the curve of his jaw, his thumb skirting the edge on his bottom lip and the look in Nandor’s eyes was nothing short of need.

“May I?” Nandor asked. In this single question was everything past and present and future. In this question was the last line of defense to reverse this decision, pretend that nothing happened and everything would go back to normal.

“Yeah. Of course.”

The kiss that Nandor pressed to Guillermo’s lips was arguably the most gentle act he had ever done. More tender than any intercourse before or after his turning. And more vulnerable than any of his marriages.

When they deepen the kiss and both their hands start to wander it is like a beam of sunlight Nandor will never be able to see but he yearns to warm himself in.

When Guillermo rakes his hands through Nandor’s hair and breathes heavily into his mouth it is like the sweet taste of a dish from Al Qolnidar that he can no longer remember.

When Guillermo mumbles “I love you” into his ear as Nandor traces his fangs along his pulse point it is like the holiest prayer that refused to burn.

“Hey Nandor I needed to- Holy shit fucking finally.” Nadja had unceremoniously opened the door, looking on in awe and relief.

“Damnit Nadja go away!” Guillermo’s face reddened as he shouted at her.

She turned and walked away leaving the door wide open. “Alright alright, have fun!”

They stared at each other for a moment before falling into a fit of laughter.

“I’m going to have to deal with that for the rest of my life huh?” Guillermo said after a bit of silence.

“Mhm.” Nandor replied, nosing at his cheek and placing kisses there.

Guillermo paused. “I’m not going to leave.” His tone turned serious as he pushed Nandor away, looking him in the eyes.

“I know. But I am scared.” He replied.

“I am too.”

“We’ll just be scared together.”

Guillermo smiled. “Yeah. We will.”

#nandermo #wwdits #fanfic #please read #lol #nandor the relentless #guillermo de la cruz #nandor x guillermo

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nandorisms · 11 months

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Sunrise, Sunset

Pairing: Nandor the Relentless x Guillermo de la Cruz

Rating: Mature

A/N: Decided to write this on a whim, after reading about a headcanon that was shared in the WWDITS discord. I may or may not post it on AO3

Nandor sat in his chair, book in hand, the very picture of aloofness —or so he hoped—, while under his skin it felt like there was a swarm of buzzing fuzzy bumble bees flying around.

Because today was the day!

It was their anniversary!

Fourteen years since that fateful day when the peculiar little bread man stumbled upon Nandor behind the dumpsters, where he had been feeding. And, instead of recoiling in horror or fleeing in terror upon witnessing Nandor's act of drinking from a nearly lifeless victim, the peculiar little man treated him with unexpected affection and familiarity, warmly addressing him as Armand. Who Nandor now knew was from that depressing movie that Guillermo liked so much.

Nandor had watched it once, on their fourth anniversary. He didn't see any similarities between himself and Armand to have garnered such a reaction from Guillermo that night they met. They both had long dark hair and an accent, yes. But, Nandor firmly believed that his own handsomeness far surpassed that of this cinematic counterpart.

Oh, shit he had better pay attention! Guillermo was talking.

“Don’t you feel like nothing ever changes around here?”

You will be soon, Nandor thought, as he fought to suppress a smile, a small upturn forming at the corner of his lips as he read the words on the page. Shit. He quickly settled them, averting his gaze and refocusing on the text.

Aloof. He could act aloof. He had been doing it for fourteen years. No big deal.

Shit he was still going.

"Everyday just leads to the next, and the next…" Guillermo's voice trailed off, carrying a hint of contemplation. He paused, his gaze drifting into the distance. "And before you know it," he continued, his tone heavy with a sense of realization, "years go by."

Nandor couldn’t stop the smile then. Guillermo had no idea just how many years would go by…

"Yes!" Nandor replied happily, while the swarm of buzzing fuzzy bees beneath his skin seemed to dance faster in anticipation of an eternity spent alongside Guillermo. Even as the haunting specter of Marwa and the repercussions of his desperate, shit choices to resurrect his undead wives weighed heavily on his mind, threatening to overshadow his thoughts, Nandor steadfastly held onto his determination to keep Guillermo by his side.

That had always been the plan— to make Guillermo stay.

And he would, after what Nandor had planned.

“Isn’t it wonderful?”

"Okay," Guillermo sighed, as his hands dropped wearily onto his thighs.

Nandor's eyes followed the movement, drawn to the captivating softness of Guillermo's thighs.

He wondered what it would be like to be between them, to have his fingers dig into the bountiful flesh, indents of his fingernails marring that warm tan skin, marking him as his own as he took the length of him into the back of his thr—

“So, what’s next?” Guillermo asked with a small smile.

Shit. Time for words.

Nandor cleared his throat, crossing one leg over his knee to hide his massive erection straining against the front of his pants. “As you may have noticed,” he began, glancing back down at his book briefly, before his eyes strayed over to where Guillermo was sitting. Shit was he always that handsome? Or did it just take him this long to notice. “I’ve really got back into reading books, so…” he trailed off.

Aloof. Aloof. Aloof.

He glanced back down at his book. “I think I’m just going to do this for a while.”

"Oh," Guillermo sighed, the disappointment clear in his crestfallen expression, contrasting with his attempt at a cheerful tone. "For how long?"

Nandor did not glance up, no matter how much he was tempted to, afraid he would give himself away. Guillermo was sad for now, but he would not be so sad when he gave him his anniversary gift!

“Not long. Fifteen years, maybe twenty.” he replied fighting back against the urge to smile once again.

Guillermo abruptly shot up from the settee, a palpable sense of urgency clear in his movements. "Right, well, I should go," he declared, his words tapering off with a hint of uncertainty. "I need to go."

“Okay,” Nandor said, biting the inside of his cheek to keep himself from spoiling Guillermo’s gift. “Bye-bye.”

Once Guillermo left the room, Nandor closed his book and placed it aside. He looked up at the cameras, a mischievous grin on his face. "Guillermo thinks that I have forgotten our anniversary," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "But fourteen years is special. Even more special than ten!"

Nandor clapped his hands, rising from his seat. "And because it's such a special occasion, Guillermo deserves something more than a glitter portrait," he declared. His voice trailed off as he reminisced, "Even though I put a lot of effort into it, and even ended up cutting my fingers with the safety scissors, not to mention having glitter all over me for an entire month." He smiled. “It was worth it. Guillermo was worth it!”

Nandor gestured for the cameras to follow him, leading them down to his secret room. Where inside, against the wall, rested an intricately carved, sleek black coffin. With a flourish, he lifted the lid, unveiling a luxurious, plush, blood-red silk-lined interior.

He turned towards the cameras with a smile, his eyes filled with anticipation. "So, what do you think?" he asked with excitement. "Do you think he's going to love it?"

Nandor watched as the camera crew exchanged a meaningful glance.

What the fuck?

Nandor's fingers settled down towards the familiar golden band of his cherished ring, nestled securely on his small finger. Absentmindedly, he twisted it, lost in his own thoughts. The once carefree bees, now transformed, altered their playful dance into a relentless attack. What were once graceful dancers now became sharp stingers, inflicting pain upon his chest with each piercing sting.

“Guillermo has been very angry with me ever since the whole Freddie incident,” he admitted. “And since giving up my Freddie has not made him happy, I have resolved to honour my promise to turn my G—” He paused, clearing his throat. “My friend. Guillermo de la Cruz into a vampire.” He straightened up, ignoring the sharp wire-thin pang in his chest, the more the camera crew glanced at one another. “It is the perfect plan. Guillermo will no longer be angry with me, and will be together for all of eternity,” Nandor's voice wavered, as he struggled to swallow around the lump in his throat. “And, then he will have no reason to leave me anymore,” he paused, his gaze drifting up towards the stairs that led up to his crypt, before settling back onto the cameras. “Right?”

#what we do in the shadows #wwdits #guillermo de la cruz #nandor the relentless #nandermo #nandor x guillermo #fanfiction #fanfic #my fic

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anxietycheesecake · 2 years

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You don't get it, I logically knew it had to happen at some point, but based on tone of the show and stuff, I fully believed it'd be a double-meaning between confessing he wants to be a vampire and confessing he's gay. I didn't think the word would be used, I didn't think we'd have a coming out, all I thought we'd get was an implied one and a mutual understanding that it's just not *becoming a vampire* and at least his mom would accept it.

The fact he literally said it and they knew and they gave him that hug. Damn, that fucking hug. Imagine how long he waited for it, probably thinking it'd never happen, that he'd never fully connect in that way with his family, that he couldn't reconcile both sides of him. And now he did. And the world didn't end. And sure, they'll never accept the vampirism, they'll never accept Nandor (given the case), that's a worry he'll have to carry around. Shit, it's somehow worse, even more dangerous.

But they don't care he's gay and they're happy he told them and I'm in tears aaaaaaaaaaaa

#guillermo de la cruz #nandermo #wwdits #wwdits s4 #wwdits spoilers

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sunnyrosewritesstuff · 6 months

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Mythology: Character A is an immortal being/god and Character B is the only mortal who’s interacted with them in centuries.

This is turning into more of a Trope-tember/tober/vember but that's what happens sometimes. 😆 I had to cut this one off because I was afraid it would go from 1K to 10K really quickly. I may revisit again though if I have more time.

The idea is that Guillermo is an archeologist studying ancient religions, and Nandor is a god who hadn't quite moved on.

The Power of an Offering

Ship: Nandermo (Preslash)

Rating: T

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1010

He was Nandor. Nandor, god of Relentlessness. And if there was one thing Nandor did well, it was…not relent. So as centuries passed, turning his beautiful temple, once the jewel of Al Quolanudar, to ruins, Nandor remained.

Once the world was full of gods and god-like beings. Each served their own purpose in the world, and sometimes depending on what that service was, they were praised by the mortals. Temples built in their honor, wars raged in their names, prayers sobbed into their ears. That was many centuries ago. Most of the so-called ‘well known’ gods were dead now. Killed by the very mortals that claimed to love them. The rest scattered to the wind. Hiding away to lick their wounds. Nandor didn’t know how many of his kind remained.

Nandor missed the days of warriors and kings bowing before his feet in the hope of outlasting the next battle, the next opponent, the next day. However, things weren’t so bad. Every morning, he rearranged the sand piles, trying to straighten up but not dislodge the scorpions or vipers of their homes. By the afternoon, he would go down to the underground library to read from the scrolls that hadn’t crumbled to dust yet. And in the evenings, he found himself staring up in the gaping hole at the center of his temple to look at the stars. It was a meager routine for a god, but Nandor had found immortality had worn on his ability to care. For the first time in his long, long life, he started to wonder what would happen if he just…relented? Not even a full twenty-four hours after having that thought, something new wandered into his life.

“Guillermo! Get over here! I think we found something.”

Nandor watched the humans that walked on the roof of his temple gather near the hole somehow managing to shine their concentrated torch light down towards him. Nandor hid behind one of his pillars, watching with narrowed eyes. He has dealt with looters before. They quickly and fatally learned the definition of relentless at the hands of the warrior god.

“I think this is it! Let’s get some ropes to lower me down.” Another voice declared.

Nandor slunk back into the shadows, retrieving his scimitar as he waited for his prey to enter his realm. Then he waited, and he waited, and he waited some more. Honestly, he was about to go up there and check things out for himself. What exactly was taking so long? When finally, a form was lowered into his domain. Nandor couldn’t help but stare at the surprisingly wonderfully plump man with some sort of odd glass lens on his face. When Nandor had been offered concubines and human sacrifices that he allowed to live if they served him, he always had a tendency to prefer the heftier ones to the skinny ones.

He still could cut the ropes and watch the human thief fall to his death. However, Nandor found himself hesitating. Perhaps the human didn’t intend to steal from him. He really hoped this human didn’t intend to steal from him.

“I’m down. I’m going to take off the harness now.” The human called up to his human friends after reaching Nandor’s temple.

He undid the ropes surrounding his body, disappointing Nandor to a certain extent, before using his bright torch. Nandor became one with the shadows, keeping himself hidden from the blinding light. Seriously, it was like the human was carrying around a mini sun with that thing.

“Wow,” The human breathed. “The temple of Nandor, the Relentless god.”

Nandor has always called himself ‘god of Relentlessness’ but he supposed that worked too.

“I don’t know if you’re still here, Nandor.” The human continued to speak.

Nandor perked up at being addressed.

“But I thought it would be better to bring an offering just in case. The legends say you’re a warrior god who kills anyone who invades your realm without permission, so I thought I should play it safe.”

Nandor didn’t care for the laughing tone the human seemed to have while making his speech, but he would forgive it under the circumstances. He was about to receive an offering! After all this time.

“I don’t know what’s traditional in this case, but I do have this loaf of bread…”

The meager meal, that would have been an insult a mere couple of centuries ago, was laid on the offering table. Immediately, Nandor could feel power surge through him again. He released a sigh, extinguishing the overly bright torch as he lit his own surrounding the room. The human jumped in fright shouting to the humans who lowered him in. Well that certainly wouldn’t do. Some of his powers restored, Nandor created a sandstorm. He could hear the humans above shouting and running away, leaving their friend behind. Typical humans. Nandor’s human was frightened though, and Nandor didn’t want him to be. Especially not after receiving such a wonderful gift.

“What is your name, Bread Man?” He purred.

The human whipped his head around, trying to pinpoint Nandor in the shadows. He held his mini torch as one would a sword, ready to attack at any moment. Good! Nandor loved warrior servants. And that’s just what he was going to do. Turn this human into the first of his new disciples.

“My name is Guillermo. Guillermo de la Cruz.”

“Guillermo.” Nandor tasted the name on his tongue, loving the way it made the human shiver. “Yes, it is decided then.”

“What’s decided?! What’s going on?”

Nandor waited until the human was facing him once more before materializing before him. Guillermo gasped, the torch falling from his numb hands as he stared at Nandor in a state of total reverent shock. At least Nandor assumed it was reverence that caused his mouth to drop and cheeks to pink.

“I have decided…to choose you to serve me. I am Nandor, God of Relentlessness! And you, Guillermo de la Cruz, shall be the greatest warrior ever known once I’m through with you.”

#wwdits #nandermo #tropetember #mythology #basically the vampires are gods

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megaawkwardhuman · 1 year

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OK SO I wrote most of this starting at 2 am and stopping at like 3 also 4 am after listening to numbers by temporex for the fifth time (I was inspired by the overall vibe of the song link to the song if you wanna check it out) and originally it was going to be small bummer fic written only for myself where Guillermo did get turned by Derek and he goes back but nothing changes around him but I got a little too carried away so now it’s about (roughly) that and Nandor wishing for Guillermo to return after he left and didn’t return after becoming a vampire.

disclaimer: I'm currently clinging onto a free grammarly account for dear life and I tried my best to edit the nonsense I wrote instead of sleeping so if at any point this sounds weird I apologize!

and with all of that out of the way I now give you Just Alright:

Guillermo sat in the same old bed he’s been sleeping in for over a decade. He thought when Derek turned him things would change but no not much changed when it came to the way he was treated. Things did change overall sure he was gone for weeks before returning to the mansion but in a way they haven’t. What it all boiled down to was the fact that nobody really noticed the change. Normally Guillermo chalked it up to them being assholes but the reason they didn’t care or notice this time around was due to the fact that they had gotten themselves busy while he was gone.

Laszlo tried to go back to his old ways but after the loss of baby Colin he found himself going over to sean’s place to distance himself from the energy vampire he help raise. Whenever anyone asks him about it he brushes him off. Due to him being away from the house most of the time, he didn’t even know Guillermo was back let alone now a vampire for a while.

Colin Robinson still doesn’t remember being a freak child at all and so he went back into looking into energy vampires just now without the help of Laszlo. He tried to get Laszlo’s help at first but after a couple of fuck offs he gave up. He still treated Guillermo the way he did before mainly to annoy him.

Nadja had a lot on her plate. At first, it was having to deal with what to do now that the nightclub dream was basically dead then it was getting to the council building back to the way it was before to trying to get Laszlo to stop hiding away in the neighbor's house and actually getting him to sit down and talk about how he was feeling. With all of that, she didn’t seem to care he was a vampire now. I mean it was understandable she was doing a lot but she still treated him like a familiar. He wasn’t even her familiar to begin with yet he was still left to do all the hard labor for her. After some protesting and reminding her that he’s an equal now for the tenth time she got a familiar to do her bidding instead.

The only one who cared at all about the change was his ex-master Nandor. As for why well that’s a really long story. Let’s just say he’s the reason why he ended up back there.

Guillermo thought about going back at first. It was his original plan but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He knew he would have to eventually to get his stuff back but he wanted to fend for himself. He knew he could go out on his own he didn’t need any big strong vampires to fight for him he was Guillermo: by blood a vampire killer, an ex-familiar, an ex-bodyguard, and now a vampire. He knew how to kill he could live alone and they wouldn’t care if he was gone. If they did someone would have found him by now and begged him to come back.

But in the blink of an eye after a couple of weeks of trying to live on is own only to crash at Derek’s place half of the time to just living with Derek (Derek needed a friend anyway), he found himself face to face with the entrance of the place he wasted over a decade of his life in. He doesn’t remember walking back just suddenly being at the door.

“What the fuck why am I back here?” he asked himself. He tried to turn back but he couldn’t. No like he physically couldn’t turn back. Despite not wanting to be there he knocked the door.

“Come in the door is open.” He heard a voice he really didn’t want to hear say. He could also hear a few footsteps on the other side along with a few small sniffles thanks to vampire hearing. He opened the door and got a few steps in before getting tackled into a hug by Nandor. Guillermo was not only surprised but still had no idea what on earth was happening.

“What the fuck is going on?” Guillermo says extremely confused. He looked around over the vampire’s shoulder as Nandor cried into his. As he was searching he found the Djinn standing there with his notebook and pen not too far from them. Well, that explains it. Guillermo didn’t have time to be upset yet since he has to deal with the sobbing vampire hugging him.

Wait Nandor was hugging him willingly? Guillermo tried his best to pinch himself. “Ow.” well he wasn’t dreaming so yeah he WAS hugging him and he was hugging him REALLY tightly. If he was still human this would have most likely killed him either due to suffocation or Nandor accidentally breaking something really important.

“Oh, Guillermo where have you been? I was so worried about you I- I missed you so much.” as he talked he cried harder and harder. Guillermo was honestly surprised to see him in such a state. He can’t recall seeing him express his emotions or saying how he felt ever let alone see him cry this hard. He was HUGGING HIM for fuck’s sake.

“Master I like this and all but this is starting to hurt a lot” he knew he didn’t need to call him that but he still did out of habit. Plus he didn’t know if calling him Nandor would piss him off so it was better to be safe for now.

“I just missed you so much and if I hug you tight enough you won’t be able to leave again.”

Guillermo would be lying if he said that didn’t make him feel at least a little bit like shit. But in his defense, he thought Nandor would be too busy reading his books or whatever to notice his absence. Sure he wouldn’t be gone forever since he has all eternity to go back to the house to say hi or to bump into Nandor while out hunting and small talk about his times as his familiar. He didn’t expect Nandor to actually be hurt by this. He knew he should have known better but he did what he did anyway without taking Nandor actually noticing into consideration.

“You didn’t even leave a note. I thought you were out on one of your silly human errands, but when you didn’t return I thought you were hurt or dead.”

“Well, I’m here now.”

“And that’s all that matters.” Nandor slowly let go of the hug.

Guillermo wanted to say his goodbyes and get out as fast as he can but he knew he would feel like shit if he left knowing it would hurt Nandor this much he made his way inside.

After Nandor calmed down a bit they ended up walking to Nandor’s room to talk. Looking around his room and the house overall while thankfully repaired the house was still a mess. Bodies were all over the place, candles melted all the way down leaving puddles of wax, and every other surface was dusty. It reminded him of when he first returned to the house after trying to leave this life behind for the first time.

When he entered Nandor’s room it was messier than the rest of the house but considering the state he was in when he entered Guillermo could make an educated guess as to why so he knew he couldn’t judge.

“Sorry for the mess. When I noticed you were gone for longer than usual at first I tried to ignore it but I just couldn’t. I tore this room apart trying to see if you hid a letter or anything that would tell me where you went. It was honestly stupid of me to think you would hide something like that since you didn’t hide the letter you left behind last time.”

“I really should have told you why I left before…” should he tell the truth?

��Before what?” he looked at him confused then he saw his fangs. “Oh…”

“I paid Derek to turn me.”

Silence so thick you could feel it fill the room. It was Nandor who broke it with tears slowly running down his face again as he spoke.

“Why?”

“Look I know you view vampirism as a curse and I knew you didn’t want to turn me because of that and I know you’re not the biggest fan of change so by turning this way you wouldn’t have to-”

“Why did you not come back?”

Nandor’s words felt like a stake to the heart. Guillermo didn’t know how to respond so he froze. Any word he could think of saying vanished like he did weeks before abruptly and without saying goodbye. If he didn’t feel like shit before he felt like the worst person on planet earth now.

“Master I-”

“DON’T YOU DARE CALL ME THAT!”

“LOOK I’M SORRY OK!?”

“You think that’s going to make up for you abandoning me!?”

“I didn’t plan to stay away I was going to come back.”

“When Guillermo fucking when?”

Silence flooded the room again. This time It was Guillermo who ended it.

“Nandor look I’m so fucking sorry I didn’t intend to leave permanently I was going to come back and change everything for the better but couldn’t bring myself to go back I… I’m so sorry. If I knew I would be out for as long as I have I would have said goodbye.” In the middle of his sentence, Guillermo caught Nandor’s tears and began to cry too. “If I were you I wouldn’t forgive me.”

Nandor went up to him and cupped his right cheek with his hand wiping away a tear. “Oh my sweet sweet Guillermo I knew you wanted it so bad but I didn’t turn you not because being a vampire is a curse. I didn’t turn you cause then you would have left. I know once you were one you would have no purpose here anymore. it was selfish sure but fuck I just couldn’t stand the thought of you leaving and I thought if I kept you busy you wouldn’t leave. Making excuses to keep you as a human, promoting you to bodyguard when your life was at risk, making turning you into a long trip all of it was to keep you by my side for as long as I can. When you were shipped off to England by Laszlo and I ended up traveling alone I was left to think about why I did this. Why I wanted you to stay for so long and when I realized why I didn’t want to think about it. So when we all came back as I was helping you out after you fell into the water filled basement I used finding someone to marry to cover up what I found out” it clicked in Guillermo’s head what he was getting at but he let him continue. “I was hoping every day that you would stop me from going through with the wedding, I made every task hard in hopes it would stop you and, when everyone was objecting I was hoping you would be in that line. I wanted you to stop me causes…I love you Guillermo so so much. I just couldn’t bring myself to fully accept it until you left.”

Guillermo nuzzled into Nandor’s hand as he began to cry harder “I love you too.”

Nandor pulled him into a kiss.

They could get angry at each other for what they had done another time. For now, all they wanted to do was hug and be glad that they could express how they feel for hopefully not the last time.

And it wasn’t time flew by and they slowly vented out their feelings to each other. They had their scheduled yelling match about what they had both done to each other once all the tears were fully over a few days later. But what had started as them fighting with their tongues figuratively turned into fighting with their tongues literally. Needless to say, they forgave each other quickly after that. As for what they were now they settled on boyfriends. it felt weird at first to say but after a while, the word felt great coming out of their mouths.

Not much has changed really looking back as he sat on his old bed. Laszlo was still horny, Colin was still annoying and Nadja would kill him if he boiled her down into one word even if it was just in his head. But as he sees Nandor take a box of his stuff up to their new room he's glad he at least made one change. Considering he has all eternity to help the others for now he’ll take this as a win.

“Guillermo, what are you doing?”

“Oh just thinking that’s all.”

“You know I was doing some thinking too and I was thinking maybe I can give you my last wish.”

“How thought full.” he gave him a peck on the cheek. “You know I think I already know what I’m going to wish for.”

“May I ask what that wish might be?”

“A coffin big and wide enough for the two of us,” Guillermo said with the biggest grin on his face.

#oh the lovely art of writing a fic instead of sleeping at a reasonable time but fuck you past me I woke up feeling like SHIT cause of you #can't believe I'm posting this but eh fuck it you know #wwdits #what we do in the shadows #guillermo de la cruz #nandor the relentless #nandermo #what we do in the shadows fanfic #hurt/comfort #A LOT of crying #gather around and lend me your time #the first fic I've ever completed #speaking of fics I'm gonna go back to writing the serial killer guillermo fic in a bit just taking a little break from it for now #I was putting a LOT of time into it and if I put TOO much time into something (especially if it involves a lot of writing)#after a bit I get really sick of it and I don't wanna burn myself out so yeaaaaaaaah

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cookinguptales · 2 years

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I’m still in disbelief over the dick wish, are they gonna address it again this season did nandor not care to take back the wish this is so hilarious and I do wonder how ppl discussing this part of the show looks out of context

The dick wish was uhhhh a lot!!! I laugh whenever I think about it. Truly insane that we have the interviews on one hand insisting there's nothing sexual about the relationship between Guillermo and Nandor and then the show on the other hand doing.... that. I'm at the point where I just ignore every single thing in interviews now. Like. We're past that point. Far past that point. lmao

As for whether he switched it back... Unclear???? I've noticed that this season tends to leave plot lines unresolved (onscreen) even more than some other seasons, so I guess it's just implied to have been figured out offscreen...? But they didn't say it, so we are free to imagine whatever we like. They also haven't said that Nandor and Marwa have been physically intimate in any way since then (and he does indeed seem to be actively avoiding her) so like... I guess... it's possible that he just decided the giant dick was worth the trade-off... It's not like he ever consults what she wants when he makes these horrible wishes "for Marwa", anyway, so...

I mean, I'm not complaining about the vagueness? This certainly opens up fic opportunities that I had not otherwise considered. lmao. I have a list of fic ideas I'd like to explore after the season is over that is getting very long, I'll admit, and Nandor's shiny new dick is definitely on there. When I inevitably write post-s4 fic that fixes whatever they do to hurt us, wouldn't it be miraculous if the giant dick dependent on thinking about Guillermo is still nebulously canon...

I'm actually more surprised that the familiar fight thing ended where it did with no aftermath than the dick wish, actually. I really thought there'd be... more there, I guess. But there wasn't, so again, I guess we can just make up our own end to what happened.

I'm imagining Nandor carrying Guillermo all the way back to the train (and Guillermo hissing, "You can let me down now!" and Nandor being like "NO I CAN'T IT'S NOT SAFE") and Baby Colin being like ??? and Laszlo and Nadja being like "did you kill Gizmo? lmao whoops" and Nandor being like "NO HE'S NOT REALLY DEAD IT'S FINE" and Guillermo just lying there like :|

And the whole time Guillermo keeps thinking about how he's gonna give Nandor the silent treatment SO HARD when they get home for almost getting them both killed, but then Nandor says something just annoyingly sweet to him, you know how he does, and Guillermo's resolve melts like butter. Like always. And Guillermo just sighs and puts him to bed and goes to bed himself without answering any of the texts on his phone from his actual boyfriend because he's "too tired".

:')

#this got away from me a bit lmao #maybe I'll write it one day #I suspect I'll be writing a LOT once this season is said and done #replies #wwdits #wwdits s4 spoilers #nandermo

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laenia · 2 years

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I usually do not post here but I just have to put my thoughts about this weeks episode somewhere. Because I still can not process it. This episode is just so darn good. I can't.

For one because of the humor and the plot. Nornally the show has either a really funny episode or an episode that is important for the plot and a lot of things happen. But with this episode they managed to do actually both. It had so many funny lines and silly stupid moments but it also served the ongoing plot and carried the story further and we had some very important character moments. So I rally think that this episode is the best episode so far. Just hear me out.

First of all

We finally see Guillermo lose his temper. I really feel that this was a long time coming and personally I waited so long for this. Not only did he raise his voice but he also used swear words and to top that he did it directly infront and towards a camera. Poor guy is at his wits end and finally his emotions are boiling over and he lets them go. It just felt so freeing and good to see that happen. Loved it.

Also Guillermo helping Nandor choosing an outfit and the little twirls... so adorable *-*

But that wasn't all. We also learn that they watched wedding planner together while it rained. Probably keeping warm under a blanked, next to each other... and you can pretend all you want but we see that Nandor liked it too. That's because he wants this big perfect wedding.

Guillermo losing it once again and not only screaming but also destroying a room? He is going through something and it is going to ne the foundation for something big. Maybe he will realy leave. But it was still so fucking funny. His high pitched screams and the noices.

But that also leads to Nadja and the Guide in this episode. Both where just on fire. Planning togehter about the drinks, teaming up on confronting Guillermo and than helping him. Yeas it was not exactly an act of kindness from Nadja to help Guillermo but she still noticed that something was up with him and that if he continued like thissomething bad would happen to him. It's still a far step for her to notice that and then to offer her help. Also the line delivery from Nadja in this scene... man like tell me that

"Did you kick five holes in the wall and than fucked a chicken." Isn't one of the funniest lines ever. I laughed out so loud. Her face and then his face and everything. I loved it. Also he looks so cute covered in fathers and being all sleepy.

This leading to a makeover? That they found time in this episode... it's just... I love it. The music and the fund and the homage to the standard rom com storyline with the makeover and the friend group having fun. It felt so heartwarming. I was abit sad that we did not get to see Guillermo and Marwa trying on a dress but I`ll take Nadja and the Guide moments over everything. Just look at them. Finally!

But that wasn't enough. We even got to see Darek again! This was a really cute scene. Guillermo is still a sweet one with a big heart and immediatly notice that Darek is lonely and needs help. Even if Guillermo wasn't really interested in keeping in tpuch with him because he never called or texted even if he had his number. It being just a sweet moment it still made me wonder if Darek is going to play a bigger role here. Why bring him back? There were already anough storylines in this epispde. They did not have to do that if they did not want to use it. Maybe Guillermo will help him settle into being a vampire. Maybe Guillermo will see a chance to become a vampire himself in Darek...

And then finally the wedding. And we have this look. Guillermo is looking so fucking good here and fuck how did Nandor not fall to his knees than and there and begged him to marry him?

And the whole scene was just... was that real? It was so fucking tender and for the first time ever Nandor showed himself so vulnerable and opened up and let Guillermo help him. For the first time Guillermo did not had to go to great lengths so that Nandor would let him help.him. Nandor just opened up and let Guillermo in. He calmed down as soon as Guillermo told him that he will be by Nandors side. And then Nandor jus looked at Guillermo like...I can't even put it into words. Leading to him almost saying that Guillermo is his best friend. We really see how repressed he is and that he is holding himself back all this time. He wants to say it, he very much wants to but he can't. Just like he can't hug him or like he formally could not say thank you or open up. We see him pushing trough the thank you and opening up part so maybe....maybe we will get a hug.

One of the best things I never thought I needed was bringing theBaron back in his normal form. This entering scene was just perfect.

Also Nadja and Laszlo being horny togehter over the Baron and the little high five between Najda and the Guide...just so cute and hilarious.

Nadja just being the total queen and badass in this episode standing up after Marwas mother objecting to the wedding and just saying what everyone was thinking. And Guillermos face? He was thinking the same all this time nut he just went with it. Oh Nadja I just love you so much. Leading to everyone standing up and having something to say to this. Somehow this is even better than having Guillermo object to the wedding. Everyone did it for him.

We even got confirmation that the Guide has a crush on Marwa! Well and a crush on Nandor but the Guide being smart enough to figure Nandor out and stop the crush. It's funny and stupid and Nandor really needed to hear that.

This cute moment. I don't know why but it made me so happy. Because after everything that went on this episode and after Nandor treating Guillermo like shit again this week we see them calemd down and still being freinds and close and having fun. There is no anger for a second and I do believe that Guillermo is happy for Nandor and that he is not jealous. Maybe this is also the moment when the whole stress is falling off of him and he gets to just enjoy the night and the fruits of his hart work before he has to make the decision if he wants to stay.

Also Nadja had a little fuck with the Baron and then hyping up Laszlo to go and do the same! Finally. I know they always kinda hinted this whole open relationship thing but they never went full length woth it. It was either one of the shocked ( Nadja with Lilith) or trying to stop it (Laszlo with Jesk). But now they just full on committed to the Ploy and I love it.

And Marwa is just loking so gorgeous in her dress. Also the talk between her and Nandor and the moment Nandor realised that she was not so sure if she wanted to go trough with the wedding and then only wanting to marry him because of his wish... also was that the first time Nandor figuered something out on his own? Good for him.

"Hey bro". I screamed when I heard the gjin say that and then giving Nandor a gift. I was suspecting it but I think this confirms that the Djin kinda likes Nandor and wants to hang around for a bit longer. He could have left the moment Nandor used all his wishes but he did not. He even got him three.more even after Nandor using the former ones stupidly. Maybe the Djin wants to give him a second chance or maybe he just finds fun in seeing how stupid Nandor is.

Then we have this moment. It tok me a second to realise what it ment but then I was screaming again. Because Nandor you stupid idiot! Just fucking hug Gillermo. You want it so fucking bad. Look how deep Marwa is because of that. How far gone must Nandor be. He must be wanting to snuggle this little guy so bad. Maybe that is why he barely touches Guillermo and never hugs him because he knows that he would lose it completely and would never be able to stop. Also can you imagine that we got a Nandermo hug and cheek kiss without Nandor being in the scene?! Oh that is so mean but also so fucking good. Beacuse the longing and the agony and the stuff they still have to work trough but the writers still found a way to asure us that Nandermo will happen at some point. Maybe not this season but it will because Nandor is in deep and Guillermo will eventually find his way back to them.

But we also learn that Guillermo is so fucking touch deprived. "So many kisses.... WOW." It's cute and soft but also so sad because he never gets affection and he even does not expects it but he melts into it.

Nadja and Laszlo singing together again finally! Oh the songs are just *chefs kiss*

And I want Derek and the Guide to become friends.

Oh and Collin and the doll teaming up? Hell yes!

I am not gonna say anything to that because I died. The softness in his voice, his eyes and their hands.

I am dead. I am dead. I am dead and out of this world.

If you have read until here...wow. I am so sorry for taking your time. I just really had to get this out of me because this episode had done something to my brain.

#this has gotten way to long #why won't tumblr let me include more pictures?#there is still so much more things that are.so good in this episode #I love this idiots #wwdits #Guillermo de la cruz #Nadja

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hlsng · 2 years

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there are times guillermo forgets forgets how impulsive nandor is, how easily he lets his own whims carry him without another thought for how his actions might affect others. he’s a maelstrom of emotion given form, and for someone like guillermo . . . it’s overwhelming, and irresponsible, and cruel. and really fucking irritating. so he’s angry, irrationally angry not just for himself but for marwa, a dijnn’s wish to make her like everything nandor likes.

“why do you have that look on your face?”

“ you don’t think about anyone but yourself, do you ? not once in thirteen years have you thought about someone else ! ” if guillermo is good at anything, it’s bottling things up, but there’s only so far in life that will get you, and after so long, maybe the bottle is more than starting to overflow. “ you didn’t even think when you wished it, did you ? a wish that she’d like everything you like, how many opinions you took away and for what ?! a wedding you technically already had ?! ”

@therelentless / prompted !

#angry lil guy #* † . 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 ‚ in character .#therelentless #fight. fight. fight.

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vampireshmampire · 2 years

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The Things We Can't Take Back 2/4

Summary: Guillermo finally, finally gets turned into a vampire, but it doesn't really go the way he expected. Now that he's a vampire everyone is treating him differently, but not in a good way. Everyone seems tense and angry, and Nandor will barely look at him. He's not sure what he did wrong, or if he's the one who did something wrong.

What does everyone else know that he doesn't?

Guillermo is alive again.

It is not like waking up. There is no slow resurgence of consciousness, no veil of sleep lifting.

It doesn't come back abruptly, either. He doesn't jerk upright or startle awake or gasp for air with lungs that no longer need it.

One moment, nothing.

The next, he is alive.

The first thing he does is run his tongue over his new fangs. When he was using the cloak of duplication, Nandor's fangs had felt overly large in his mouth. He'd had to talk around them, and had trouble getting his lips to close over them all the way. Though his fangs aren't any smaller, they feel natural now.

And sharp. He is amazed at how sharp they are. He could cut himself on them if he's not careful.

The camera crew is in the next room. He can hear their heartbeats--though he doesn't think he's hearing it with his ears, exactly, the steady ba-bump ba-bump ba-bump of four hearts is unmistakable.

The house is so quiet. He can hear distant voices, and the clock ticking in the next room, and the heartbeats of the film crew, but it's still so quiet. And then he realizes that it's not the house.

It's him.

His entire life, every moment of his life, has had the background noise of his beating heart, his lungs, his blood--and now they are gone. He, Guillermo, is silent, truly silent. If he doesn't move, he makes no noise.

It's...actually, that's a little unsettling and he's not sure he likes it. Best to focus on the things he does like.

He opens his eyes at last.

Nandor is gone. The little curtain to his bedroom has been closed, but other than that there's no sign anyone else was here.

Yeah, okay, it wasn't like he actually expected his turning to involve moonlight and candles and to be held in Nandor's arms like something precious, whatever his own personal fantasies might entail. But he'd expected Nandor would be nice about it. At the very least, not treat it like some massive inconvience barely better than shakedowns for council dues.

Positives, positives, focus on the positives. He sits up and pulls out his phone, turning on the camera. For a second, he thinks something's wrong with it. Then he thinks maybe he's not showing up because he's a vampire.

Only then does he realize it's almost pitch black under the stairs, and the camera isn't showing anything because there's not enough light for it to see by. To Guillermo's eyes--his new vampire eyes--it's merely dim. He flicks on the light and finally sees his own grinning face.

His grin just gets wider. He looks good. The fangs are everything he wanted, everything he dreamed. It was worth it, every--well okay, not all of it, there are definitely some parts he would have rather skipped, and over a decade is a hell of a long time--

But he looks good. That's the important thing. He looks good. He feels good, too. The ache in his back is gone and the scrape he got on his hand from banging into the doorjam carrying a corpse has healed.

There's so much he wants to do. He wants to fly. He wants to look into a mirror and see no reflection. He wants to test his new strength. He wants to turn into a bat, into a wolf, into--

His eyes light up. He knows exactly what to do first.

"He's not gonna want to go," Colin Robinson says.

"You don't know that," Laszlo says.

"He didn't want to go last time. He didn't go for almost four years."

"This time could be different," Laszlo protests.

"You are saying it could be different?" Nadja says, with a look of disbelief. "You?"

"Not like that. I just mean that maybe this time he'll decide a good orgy will take his mind off of--"

"Shh!" Nadja kicks her husband and jerks her chin towards the door. A dark mist is sliding in through the gap at the bottom, swirling across the library floor. It darts around the cameraman, over a footstool, and under Colin Robinson's chair. Then all at once it swirls together, rises up into a column and Guillermo materializes.

"Ta-daaa!" he says, spreading his arms and beaming at them.

"We were in the middle of a conversation," Nadja says, irritably. "You could have knocked first."

Guillermo's smile fades a little and his arms come back down.

"I-I was just..." He gestures to his teeth. "Here I am. I'm a vampire now."

"Yes, Nandor told us," Laszlo says, picking up a book and opening it, pointedly. "Bully for you."

"I thought it was pretty good," Colin Robinson says. "Your re-materializing needs some work though."

Guillermo looks around, hopefully.

"Where's Nandor?"

"You're his familiar, you tell us," Nadja says.

"I'm not his familiar anymore," Guillermo says. "It's not really my job to keep track of him now."

This is very clearly the wrong thing to say. Laszlo's hands tighten around the book, Nadja's eyes narrow, Colin Robinson...well, he looks the same as ever, but there is a wariness in his eyes.

"Didn't take you long to pick up an attitude," Nadja says.

"I'm not getting an attitude--" Guillermo protests.

"Why don't you go and look for Nandor, if you care so much where he is."

"Yeah, and maybe let us get back to our conversation, Mr Interrupting Vampire."

This time, Guillermo uses the door. He shuts it quietly, and makes his unsteady way down the hall. He doesn't go looking for Nandor. Instead, he goes for his old room. The camera crew is already waiting. He considers refusing, but he doesn't want to have that argument. He sits down on his bed and waits for the cameraman to settle in.

"I know it..." he begins, and trails off. "It wasn't like I thought they were going to...I mean, they're not even all that nice to each other half the time. It's just that...I'm a vampire now!" He feels a little hysterical. "Shouldn't that make it different? They can't keep treating me like a familiar now! Can they? I mean...I just. I thought it would be different. Even when I was a familiar they weren't that bad--"

He sees the edge of a cape flicker around a corner and jerks to his feet. The camera man hurries to get out of his way as he rushes around the corner and sticks his head into Nandor's room. Sure enough, there is his former master, hanging his cape up.

"There you are!"

Nandor starts and looks up. Guillermo holds his arms out wide and grins.

"Ta-da," he tries again.

"Yes, very good," Nandor says, stiffly.

There were a lot of things Guillermo had planned to say once he was a vampire. Once he and Nandor were on equal ground, without the weight of master and familiar between them. Every last one of those things sticks in his throat now.

He'd always thought that once he was a vampire, he wouldn't be afraid of things like this anymore. It's very disappointing to learn that, apparently, vampires are as afraid of rejection as humans.

"So what do we do first?" he asks, pushing past the tangle of thorns in his chest.

"What?"

"You're my sire. You're supposed to teach me how to, you know." Guillermo waves his hands around and grins encouragingly. "Be a vampire."

"It is not that hard, Guillermo."

"Not for you, you've been at it for seven hundred years. I did turn into a mist though!" he says proudly. Nandor's eyes light up.

"You figured it out yourself?" he asks, excitedly.

"Yes! I just thought, you know, like...misty thoughts."

"But that is what I do!"

"Really?"

"Yes! Did--" Suddenly the light in Nandor's eyes goes out. It is like a door slamming shut in Guillermo's face just as he is about to step through. "Well, if you can figure that on your own, you can figure out the rest of it."

"I thought it might be easier if you--"

Nandor sighs heavily.

"Alright, alright," he says. "I will teach you how to fly tomorrow night."

"Why tomorrow night?"

"Because your powers are not fully yours until you first feed on human blood," Nandor says, as if it were obvious.

"Right. Do you...want to go get dinner?"

Nandor looks at him sharply.

"What?"

Do you want to go on whatever the vampire equivalent of a dinner date is, Guillermo thinks, and hates how his throat closes up around the words. So what if Nandor said no? So what if Nandor didn't like it, so what, so what?

But Nandor is leaning in, eyes fixed on Guillermo's face as if he was trying to see right into Guillermo's thoughts, as if every word and gesture was being tallied and analyzed.

"A vampire's gotta eat," Guillermo says, weakly. "No familiar to track down virgins for you anymore. I'm not totally sure how to go hunting, so I thought, maybe..."

Something flickers across Nandor's face, what looks for a second like fear or disappointment, but he turns away before Guillermo can tell what it actually is.

"There is no need. I have already made arrangements."

"Arrangements?"

"I thought you might be too tired after your change. And. And I thought your first meal should be special," he mumbles.

"Special?" Guillermo repeats, again. Nandor makes an irritable noise.

"To taste good, that is all I mean. You never listen, Guillermo."

Despite the admonishment, Guillermo feels something warm in his chest.

"That's really kind of you," he says. "Thank you, Mas--Nandor. Thanks, Nandor." It feels so strange to call him by his name. It's not as if Guillermo hasn't done it before, but there's something special about it now. It feels intimate.

But it must be entirely one sided, because Nandor just makes another irritated noise.

"Do not get so emotional, Guillermo."

"I'm not getting emotional, I'm just saying thank you."

"It is not a big deal! You always make a big deal out of little things!"

What is your problem? Guillermo wants to shout, but the doorbell rings.

"Dinner," Nandor says shortly, and sweeps out of the room. Guillermo sighs--he has to fill his lungs with air first, because he hasn't been breathing--and follows him.

"Hello," he hears Nandor say, all friendliness. "Come in, please."

"Dinner" is a short, pretty woman about Guillermo's age, with frizzy brown hair and the glazed eyes of someone already under heavy hypnosis. She's smiling, but it's a distant, dreamy smile.

He can smell her. It makes him realize that he's hungry. Or thirsty. Or both.

Guillermo doesn't think about it; he just moves. His teeth are in her neck before he realizes what he's doing, and then it doesn't matter. It tastes like blood, but the blood tastes good. He drinks and drinks and drinks until suddenly there is no blood left, and he pulls his teeth out and lets the body fall to the floor.

Nandor was right--Guillermo feels stronger already; he's tingling all over, his head is spinning. He meets Nandor's eyes, and for a moment feels an overwhelming urge to pin the vampire to the wall and--

Nandor looks away and shoves a handkerchief at him, grimacing.

Guillermo automatically tries to check his reflection, and can't. He wipes at his mouth and cringes at just how much blood comes away.

"I didn't realize it was so messy," he jokes. He glances down at the body, splayed and ash-pale on the floor where he dropped it. "Um. I'll clean that up," he says. "Guess you're going to need a new familiar, huh?"

"What?" Nandor asks, sharply.

"I...you know. Now that I'm a vampire. I can still help out," he says, kicking himself even as the words keep spilling out. He's a vampire now, he doesn't have to do this shit anymore, he's done his time, just shut up, shut up! "Until you get someone new."

"I don't need your help," Nandor says, and it's almost a snarl. "I took care of myself for centuries without you."

"I know," Guillermo says. "I just meant--"

Nandor huffs and storms out of the room without a backwards look.

Guillermo looks down at the dead body by his feet. He feels small and foolish and he needs to dispose of a corpse before it starts to smell.

Being a vampire doesn't seem to be all that different from being a familiar.

#what we do in the shadows #what we blog in the shadows #wwdits #guillermo de la cruz #nandor the relentless #nandermo #ahahaha ouch

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Exploration of a Maglor AU - part 3 - On Doriath and the fate of the Silmarils

Part 1 Part 2

Now the important question - the first kinslaying - what happens?

Dior has a Silmaril, her brothers need the Silmaril.

Maedhros sends letters after letters, asking, explaining, apologising.

There is no reply, no other answer than Dorinthian pride.

Maglor goes. She travels through the dense forests and spell woven woods, through wildlands and settlements of Nandors alone. Her sole company being the memory of Aredhel speaking to her.

She stands before the proud lords and ladies or Doriath, before beautiful Dior, and sings as Luthien sang before Mandos. She pours her grief and guilt and the darkness that is the doom. Sings of a future, free of blood oaths and darkness and hateful fueds. There were few dry eyes in the audience. But Dior still sits, eyes sombre but unglistening on Thingol’s throne. Even her voice does not have the power to erase the sins of the Noldor in the eyes of Luthien’s son.

She kneels. Both knees on the ground. Scarlet dress stained with mud spread out on pristine white marble floor. Voice still carrying the lingering notes of the song.

“Please. Give me a chance to make this right. “ she pleaded, tears flowing unabashed.

A heavy pause. They look into each other’s eyes, hooked and searching.

Dior waveringly stood, and treaded towards her. He bent down and delicately took the starlit gem from around his neck and dropped it into her palms.

“Then make it right.”

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Or at least, that’s one version of the events.

In this version, Maglor collects the Silmarils. So how did Eonwe and the host of the Valar come to middle earth without Earendil and Elwing and the Silmaril? How did Earendil even meet Elwing?

The Silmaril leaves Doriath, Morgoth attacks. Doriath’s been vulnerable for years, and he wants revenge. The slaughter was merciless. Reinforcements poured in from Himring and the Pass of Aglon on Maedhros’ orders, but they were too late. Dior and Nimloth were dead, along with a fifth of the people in Doriath. Elwing survives, carried by her nursemaid and a horde of guards, they fled to Sirion along with the rest of their people. Elurin and Elured were missing. Taken by the enemy, perhaps. They hoped that they were dead. Weeks passed, and there were no taunts, no mock ransom from the enemy. And thereafter nothing were heard from the sons of Dior ever again.

(Perhaps, in the chaos of the invasion, the boys ran and ran, directionless and fearful, till they reached the dark lands of Nan Elmoch. There the boys clung unto each other, cold and famished in the abandoned, drowsy woods. They curled up under tall, unfamiliar trees as they breathed in air laced with heavy magic. - except - it was not wholly unfamiliar. They were the scions of Luthien, of Melian. And the life of the forest responded to these part Maian creatures. They unfolded their secrets to them - the sweet honey and rich purple fruits offered themselves up for their tastes, the low humming plants sang them to sleep at night, moss and vine stitched themselves up to be their blankets and cloaks. Leaves sheltered their way and white luminescent flowers bloomed for them, lighting their way to each other whenever they became separated. They were enchanted, and the enchanter. They loved these woods and the woods loved them. And together, they sunk to the bottom of the ocean as tall waves rolled over Beleriand.

Perhaps the trees again wove themselves into a net, warding the forest from the water, sealing themselves off from the world, and forever hence Elured and Elurin wandered the woods as princes of an Atlantis. )

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Back to Maglor.

So there is a greater force this time since they were on heavy guard against an attack and reinforcements, though late, did arrive.

And the survivors were stronger, Sirion was a refugee camp, but it was also powerful - and now all the forces of middle earth were united, martyred by evil.

Maglor was a Feanorian. Her brothers felt no urge to snatch the Silmaril from her hands, so in turn, Maglor used the light of the Silmaril to help Sirion grow whenever she visited Sirion, which was often. The Feanorian forces defeated much of Morgoth’s forces when they attacked at Doriath, so Maglor could worry less about retribution and attack on their own forces, at least for the next few years - so Maglor, guilty about the sacrifice of Doriath, spent a lot of time with Elwing in Sirion, and almost helped raised her along with the courtiers and Celeborn and Galadriel.

Being at Sirion was an advantage in other ways too. It was at the crossroads of many lands and peoples, and a perfect place to perfect strategies and alliances.

Elros and Elrond are born. They adored Maglor with her stories and songs. And always they want more, more, more. Their hands always tugging on her dress and getting her to play catch with them on the beach.

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They are stronger, but it is not enough.

It was peaceful. Too peaceful. The calm before the storm, the silence of a predator before he pounces.

Sirion and Himring and Nargothrond are attacked. They win. They lose more than a quarter of their people. Celegorm and Caranthir die. They cannot hold on much longer.

Idril and Tuor left, and they have not returned. Earendil sits at the docks every day, sometimes with his family. Elwing lace her fingers through his, but there is a disquiet and restlessness in his heart that she cannot understand.

Earendil sails. He comes back more tired and defeated every time. He cannot reach Valinor.

“He thinks he needs the Silmaril.” Elwing said to Maglor.

Maglor stands with her on the edge of the cliff, looking at the far horizon for lands that she has not seen in centuries. She sees nothing. She closes her eyes and searches within her bond with Nerdanel, and she feels nothing. This is the long defeat, and she will lose her brothers one by one, with or without the one Silmaril she has by her side. “I think so too.” she replied.

She gives the Silmaril to Earendil, and says nothing of it to her brothers. For all they know, the Silmaril is still with her. She could tell them, she suppose, what could they do to Earendil, far out at sea. But she is caught between lying to them, and betraying their trust in the worst way. She feels sick to the bones, as she answers them with cheerful letters from afar, casual to ease suspicion. “I’ll come to visit soon” She lied.

Could she tell Maedhros? Who’s now aloof and half-mad with grief? Curufin was the one brother she has never quite been able to control. They loved each other, despite everything - every fight, every hair pulled, every disappointed look - but Curufin would be the last person she would confess to. She could not bear looking into the ghost of her father’s face to tell him that she has given away his most prized creation (prized above his children, she’s sure) to the Sindar, all for a chance of bribing the Valar to their aid. A bitterness grows in her heart, and she cannot swallow it down. The Ambarrusa are good secret keepers, but she will not burden them ...with what? She asks herself. With the task of forgiving you? So you can feel absolved of your guilt? And feed your fantasy? The days without a reply or sign grew longer, and she began to despair.

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Her brothers grow uneasy, something burns in their chest. They think it’s the other 2 Silmarils calling to them. “We must attack.” Curufin seethed at every opportunity, eager for revenge.

The time is indeed coming, Galadriel has sensed as much.

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A new star appears in the night sky. And that’s when they knew. Hope and despair and fear jugged for space in her heart. But in the end she will not be conquered, she gathered her troops, checked the defenses, and prepared for attacks.

No letter of accusation and rage came from any of her brothers. No letters came at all. She writes to them, letters of confession and apologies and firm reasons. Still, there is no reply.

Finally, Maedhros writes a letter telling her to return to the gap, for they sensed an attack was imminent. It was signed “Regards, Maedhros Feanorian”

She goes.

The Ambarrussa dies. She never got to apologise to them face to face, nor hear their forgiveness. She would hold their hands again, hear them laugh, and run through the woods, free and unburdened, she resolved. She would not let them fade in the void. Curufin's empty eyes stare into her, and it burns her promise into her fea the way the oath burns into theirs.

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The host from Valinor arrives.

They finally got the other 2 gems together, this time, she did not have to steal them.

Earendil descended from the night sky. He could not touch the ground, but there was no rule about her going up. The last 2 Feanorians stood on Vilgront and held the 3 Silmarils together for the first time in an Age. She feels no different, but Maedhros slump in relief. “We’re free’ he said, and he gave the Silmaril back to Earendil. “May your hope shine on middle earth and bring aid to all those who need it” He gave his blessings and turned to Maglor.

“Thank you, for eveything” and clasped her so tight she couldn’t breathe. She held him, wrapped her arms round his tall, slender frame and tried to picture that she’s embracing Celegorm, Caranthir, Curufin, Amrod, Amras and...father.

She cries, tears flow unabashedly and she’s just so happy that they’re free - free from darkness, free to start anew, free to go home.

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They readied the ships back to Aman. One Silmaril they gifted to Earendil, one they gifted to Gil-galad and Elrond, to give aid and light to whoever is in need in middle earth, one they brought with them back to middle earth, as a symbol of victory and remembrance.

When they go back, their brothers and mother are waiting for them on the shore. This time, the Valar were merciful.

#i realise that this probably should have just been an no oath Maglor!Au #but happy ending #there are other endings of course #maybe i'll post the other stuff later #maglor #Maglor AU #fem!Maglor #Silmarillion #Feanorians #Elurin #Elured #Elwing #Elrond #Valar #The Oath #Earendil #Doriath

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A Familiar’s Familiar - Guillermo x Reader (Gender Neutral) One-shot

Summary: Guillermo serves Nandor. You serve Guillermo. You are an under-familiar. That means you're responsible for all the household grunt work, specifically: dead body disposal. When a careless mistake results in injury, Guillermo has to pick up your slack and he's not happy about it. The guilt and shame you feel at disappointing your master is intense. But Guillermo knows just will make you feel better: a spanking.

Warnings: Dom/sub, spanking, Mean Guillermo

A/N: Pure fantasy.

“How many fucking times do I have to tell you to be careful with the lye?!”

Guillermo holds your hands under the faucet as ice-cold water rinses and soothes the angry red burns. His fingers are tight around your forearms, digging angrily into your skin.

“I’m sorry, master,” you whimper, hanging your head in shame. You can feel his disappointed eyes burning holes through the top of your head. What would he see if he could look inside? Would he recognize your pitiful love for him? Would it look anything like the feelings he has for his own master?

“I bet you are,” Guillermo responds, shaking his head. “You’re going to be useless to me for days because of this.”

Your breath catches and tears sting your eyes worse than the damn burns. “No, please, master!” you beg, hating the sound of your own voice, so whiny and cloying. “Please, I can still be useful!”

Guillermo turns off the tap and grabs a towel from the rack, gently wrapping your hands in the fluffy fabric. His touch is kind and soft even as he speaks with steel in his voice. “How, when you’re too stupid to do the simplest chores without nearly crippling yourself? I can’t believe how much time I’ve spent training you and still I have to deal with this shit.”

You sniffle and bite back the words that come automatically to your tongue. Simplest chores? You’ve been dissolving human remains in a solution of lye and water! Your more gruesome familiar duties include grave digging and dismembering corpses! And you work so hard to be good at it. Why? You don’t give a shit about Nandor. It’s all for Guillermo.

You swallow the angry words, and what’s left is the hollow ache of disappointing your master. Tears finally spill over your cheeks and you collapse forward, leaning your head into his soft chest and sobbing. Guillermo wraps his arms around you and rubs a few soothing circles into your back.

“Alright, that’s enough,” he sighs, pulling away after only a few seconds. Shame burns in your throat as you try to follow him, unwilling to let the embrace end so quickly. He retrieves a roll of gauze from the medicine cabinet and takes your hands in his, delicately covering your burns. “You think you can manage folding my laundry after this?”

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It’s freezing outside but Guillermo’s forehead glistens with a thin sheen of sweat. He grunts as he hauls the heavy cadaver over the threshold, tossing it down the steps with impressive strength. You’d be swooning if you weren’t currently being eaten up with the guilt of your beloved master having to do your work for you.

“I’m sorry, master,” you say for the thousandth time as he turns to retrieve the next body from inside the house. You’re holding the door open, your bandaged hands hanging limp and incriminating at your sides.

“I don’t want to hear it,” Guillermo snaps.

His glasses are slipping down the bridge of his nose and you yearn to reach out and fix them for him, but that level of presumption is unthinkable at this very moment. It’s not that you don’t share soft moments with your master sometimes. At the end of the night after he’s tucked Nandor into his coffin, when everything is quiet and still, you turn down his bed for him, collecting his dirty laundry as he undresses and changes into his pajamas. You hardly ever speak during those moments but the quiet intimacy between the both of you is enough to fuel your hopeless fantasies. You pull the covers up over him and let the backs of your fingertips graze over his body as you do so. You dream about climbing into that big, soft bed with him, cuddling up and pressing your lips to his…

But Guillermo is not in the mood for soft indulgence. He’s annoyed and exhausted. The heavy burden of his disappointment weighs on you. You’re jumpy and nervous; you feel like at any second you’ll either burst into tears or scream at him to forgive you. Possibly both.

He comes back out with another wrapped bundle, significantly bigger than the last. He pauses in the doorway and glares at you; his cheek is spattered with blood. You might faint with how sinfully attractive he looks while giving you murder eyes.

“You know what?” he says. “I think you did this on purpose. When was the last time we had five bodies in the cell?!”

Nadja and Laszlo had themselves a blood feast last night. You’d spent ages scrubbing the fancy room before starting the grisly job of dismembering and dissolving the first corpse. Your accident had cut things short.

“No, master, I wouldn’t!” you plead. “Please let me help you!”

You bend down to grasp one end of the bundle but Guillermo stops you with a sharp slash of his hand through the air. “What did I tell you? You need to let those heal or you’ll have permanent damage.”

You’re forced to stand by and watch as your master painstakingly saws, hacks and cuts the bodies down to size. His jacket and apron are covered in blood by the time he finishes stuffing all the parts into the large, heavy-duty trash bags that you awkwardly hold open for him. He’s panting with the exertion and the job still isn’t done. Now he needs to carry everything into the basement where the vats of lye solution stand ready to do the job of dissolving the evidence.

He pauses to catch his breath. You catch his eyes and it’s suddenly too much to hold everything inside. A sob wracks your form and you drop your head, hiding your face as tears fall. Guillermo sighs and you imagine him rolling his eyes at you as he gathers the bags and trudges around to the basement entrance.

“You filled the tubs up too high,” he comments. “You need to leave some room at the top otherwise they’ll overflow like earlier, okay?”

He puts his hand up to the outside of one tub, indicating the fill line and you nod your head, eager to appease him even as exhausted, overwhelmed tears sting your cheeks. Guillermo is so strong. He lifts the deadweight of each body part with seeming ease, carefully lowering them into the tubs until each one is filled. When he’s finished he turns back to you and regards your crying, whimpering form for a moment before speaking.

“I’m going to go take a shower. There’s nothing more for you to do. I want you to go to your room and stay there. You’ll just be in the way, otherwise.”

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The next day is the same, although thankfully Laszlo and Nadja refrain from another blood frenzy. But, again, you’re forced to stand idle as your master toils with the tasks that should be your responsibility. You can practically feel his aggravation with you bubbling beneath the surface of his cold demeanor, and it sends you into an anxious spiral. You live for Guillermo’s praise, for the rare little smiles he gives you when you’ve done something particularly good. For those coveted words as he strokes a hand through your hair. “Good familiar.”

This just feels awful.

You want to be good again but you don’t know how. You can’t make your body heal any faster. You can’t think of a way to make it up to your master. Well...certainly there are ways you’d like to make it up to him, but Guillermo has never indicated that he’d be interested in you in that way. Why would he be interested in you? A worthless, stupid excuse for a familiar who can’t do anything right…

You find yourself standing outside his bedroom door, heart in your throat as you rap your knuckles on the solid wood. His face is a stoic mask when he lets you in. As soon as the door shuts you fall onto your knees at his feet, wrapping your arms around his legs and pressing your face into his thick thighs.

“Please let me be good again, master!” you cry, not even knowing what you mean by the words.

But Guillermo sinks his fingers into your hair and you weep with relief. Guillermo knows what you need, doesn’t he? He’s served his master for so long, he must know how to help you.

“I wondered how long it would take you to finally come to me,” he muses, his fingernails dragging lightly over your scalp. You mewl and nuzzle your face into his thigh. For a fleeting moment you think about shifting over a few inches and pressing your mouth to the crotch of his khaki pants, wantonly rubbing your face against him and begging for the chance to pleasure him. But that would be for you, and that’s not what this is about, is it? He says your name and a shiver runs down your spine. “You won’t feel better until you’re punished.”

The revelation is so simple yet so fucking profound. You can earn back your place as Guillermo’s good familiar. Oh, god, you’ll let him do anything to you if he’ll only scourge the shame from your soul.

“Please punish me, master,” you tilt your head back and look up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

Guillermo’s lips curve into a smile. It’s not his “good job” smile or his “secret joke” smile and it’s certainly not the smile he reserves for Nandor. This is a smile like a knife’s edge and a sudden qualm echoes through your stomach. You’ve devoted yourself to this man, making it your goal to please him in the pathetic hope that he might simply like you. But you’ve never been at his mercy before.

“Wh-what are you going to do?” Your voice quavers.

Rather than answer you, he shows you. He helps you up, grasping your elbow rather than your injured hand, and walks you over to the bed. He sits, regarding you with cold, expressionless eyes and indicating your pants with a nod of his head. “Take those off.”

For a brief infinity you are struck motionless. Like a squirrel who, seeing a car on the road, cannot decide whether to sprint across to the other side or turn back to safety. You don’t have to do this. Guillermo might be mean and exacting, but he wouldn’t force you. Your fingers tremble as they move to the button of your jeans. Popping it open feels like opening Pandora’s box. What are you starting? And is it something you can ever come back from? Would you even want to?

“Good familiar,” he purrs, his voice soft as always. All doubts fly out of your head at those words. You scramble to shimmy the jeans down your legs, discarding them in a crumpled heap on the floor. Guillermo eyes you with a single arched brow and he doesn’t even need to say anything; you pick up the jeans and neatly fold them, setting them down on the bed beside him. His smile waters you, makes you feel stronger even as you’re putting yourself under his control.

He pats his lap and you step closer, stopping right next to him, unsure. It’s obvious what he intends to do but you’re horrifically shy about it. Does he want you to drape yourself over his knee? Or should you sit on his lap to start? What if you look like an idiot--a kid sitting on Santa’s lap? The questions and worries chase each other around in your mind until you’re paralyzed with indecision.

“Hush,” Guillermo says, reading the panic on your face. He puts his hands on your hips, turning you and pressing down on the small of your back until you’re lying across his lap, pinned. You sigh in pure relief, melting against him and shutting your eyes. Guillermo will take care of you. You don’t need to worry about what comes next or how to behave; you don’t even have to worry about displeasing him. Guillermo won’t let you mess up. He’s in charge now. A tiny sob escapes you at the thought.

“Thank you, master!” you cry, rubbing your cheek against the side of his fleshy thigh.

Guillermo’s hand smooths over your backside and goosebumps break out on your flesh. His hand is soft, delicate. He strokes you through your underwear, circling each round cheek before taking hold of the waistband and pulling down to expose you completely. From your position you can’t see his face. Is he looking at you? Inspecting you? Is he pleased with what he sees or is he detached and clinical?

“Don’t thank me yet, my little familiar.” There’s a smirk in his voice and then the first smack lands.

What did you expect? For a man who regularly lures people to their deaths to be gentle? His hand lands on your quivering flesh with brutal force. You hiss, tears springing to your eyes on impact. Before you have a chance to grapple with the pain of the first blow, a second one is falling on your other side. This time you moan and cry out, squirming on his lap.

Guillermo’s quiet voice reaches into you and tugs you back from the pain. “My good familiar,” he says and delivers another bruising smack. “Look how well you’re taking your punishment. I’m so proud of you, chiquis.”

His words unlock something inside of you and all of your anxiety, your shame, your sorrow and your love comes pouring out. You weep; big, wracking sobs shake your shoulders and you dig your fingers into your master’s leg, desperately clinging to him.

You cry out your thanks as his hand continues it’s merciless assault. The violence of that soft, delicate hand is shocking. He hits you over and over again, never landing on the same place twice, but always leaving behind a stinging, burning ache that feels like a brand on your skin. A brand of Guillermo’s dear name. You belong to him. The thought sends a thrill of arousal straight to your groin. He’ll never be yours but you don’t care if he’ll only allow you to be his .

Eventually the pain eclipses everything else, even the sweet surrender of giving in to your master’s justice. Even the revelation of his hard erection thrusting against your belly. The pleasant, fuzzy cloud that’s enveloped your senses begins to thin and you jump and sob with every slap.

“Please, master,” you finally cry, flinching and trying to pull away when you sense his hand raising for another blow. “Please stop.”

Guillermo’s hand comes down one last time, resting gently on your burning, bruised flesh. He brushes his palm over his handiwork and asks, “Do you feel better now, little one?”

It’s like waking up from anesthesia. The pleasant buzz of submission fades from your mind and you feel shaky and vulnerable, but also clean and renewed. “Yes,” you breathe, affection and gratitude filling your voice. “Was I good, master?”

Guillermo replaces your underpants and gently tugs you off his lap, laying you down on the plush fabric of his comforter. “You did so well, chiquis. I’m proud of you.”

You’re in your master’s bed, your head resting on his pillow. You’re shameless, burying your nose into the pillow and inhaling Guillermo’s scent. Your eyelids feel heavy and you really shouldn’t fall asleep here in your master’s space but oh, how you wish your little fantasy could come true.

“Am I a good familiar, master?” you ask. Your voice is tiny and afraid in the soft quiet of Guillermo’s bedroom.

He strokes his hand through your hair, pressing a kiss to your cheek and whispering, “You’re the best familiar.”

You laugh sleepily and scoff, “That’s not true, master. You’re the best familiar.”

Your eyes have somehow drifted closed and the next thing you’re aware of is the mattress dipping behind you as Guillermo climbs under the covers. He manhandles you a bit, until he manages to drag the blankets up over your body.

“Well…” he finally answers, reaching over to click off his bedside lamp. “Then you’re the best familiar’s familiar.”

#Guillermo de la cruz #guillermo de la cruz x reader #guillermo de la cruz fanfic #wwdits #wwdits fanfic #guillermo de la cruz imagine

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(so i may have went & wrote a short lil scene set after 2x05 / colin’s promotion where nandor actually apologizes to nadja for, y’know, burning her village down...)

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Nandor had always enjoyed Nadja’s company—and, even now, despite the wedge that he had inadvertently pushed between them, he could not deny that Nadja was dear to him and had been one of his only friends for nearly a century now. He had originally gotten along with Nadja before warming up to Laszlo, her fun, easygoing nature and charisma tethering Nandor to her long before he even realized that he saw her as a genuine friend. Unlike with most vampires he encountered (though he was loathe to admit it), there had rarely been an awkward moment between them—very little fazed Nadja and for that, he was grateful.

She took each of his eccentricities in stride, even encouraging some of his more newfound interests. A passion for taxidermy, for instance, was something Nadja and Laszlo shared with him—his boar, Barry, had been a one-off acquisition when he had taken it from a victim’s home, unable to part with the smiling beast and its ivory tusks. When he finally got around to displaying it, he was surprised to see that Nadja, inspired by him, had taken the initiative to move her own taxidermy animals from storage and placed them in her bedroom, enshrining them in glass as if she were making a museum of sorts. Later, at Nadja’s behest, he too added to the décor of the shared living places within the house, his other favorite contribution being a grizzly bear that resided near the fireplace in the music room.

In short, Nadja cared about him—even at his worst, when he knew he was being as petulant as an unruly child, Nadja was there to be a voice of reason. She never lied to him, her blunt honesty a refreshing change from his time as a warlord, where honey dripped from everyone’s lips and no one, not even his own flesh and blood, were brave enough to disagree with him, to steer him off the path of destruction he seemed hell-bent on walking until it was too late. Nadja, in her own sharp but well-meaning way, could get him to snap out of any downward, self-destructive spiral with a well-placed kick at his shin or barbed comment that ultimately revealed a genuine truth about himself that he hadn’t realized before.

She—along with Laszlo, if he were being honest—tethered him to the present when he felt like slipping into the vast ocean of time, his memories as deep and treacherous as a sinkhole. Loneliness was a dangerous thing for vampires, after all, and while the ache remained, it did lessen when he was around his housemates. And it was hard to feel lonely or out of place when he was sandwiched between the pair, some bawdy comedy playing out on the computer device in his lap, courtesy of Guillermo.

Perhaps that was why his heart now felt as if it was being skewered on a pike every time she looked at him with a cold, disappointed gaze. Metaphorically, of course, as he had told Guillermo; he’d been stabbed plenty of times on the battlefield before his turning that he knew this pain was different. The cut of a blade was a severe, sharp pain that brought the world into focus, everything just a little too loud and bright for the brief moment before the blood began to pour out. But all nonfatal wounds would eventually heal, scar tissue deadening the nerves there, the pain now a memory made physical, something carried in secret underneath his clothes.

But this pain? He could not hide it—how much the guilt did eat away at him once he tucked away some of his bravado and pride. Alone in the dark confines of his fur-lined coffin, Nandor had spent the better part of the day wracking his memory, searching through centuries of memory for the mental image of Nadja’s little village, for the yellow flag that was burning in the painting.

He could not find it. And, though he would never admit it to anyone else, he felt a pang of shame at not being able to remember the conquest of Nadja’s village. It was just another pillage, another place he did not bother to learn the name of before it went up in a plume of smoke. At some point in his time as a soldier, the number of dead, the lives destroyed, stopped having a meaning. He killed because he was good at it, because it was what everyone expected of him, because destruction came as naturally to him as breathing.

I’m ruining it, he realized, stepping out of his coffin unaided just after dusk. I could lose Nadja if I don’t do something soon.

When he finds Nadja alone in the fancy room, he immediately goes to her, knowing it was better to act now while he still had the courage to do so. The words tumble out of his mouth in a flood of sincerity as he sat across from her, voice strained with the guilt he could no longer pretend didn’t exist. “Nadja… I’m sorry about what I did to your village. Truly. Is there anything I can do that will make you feel better?”

Perched on one of the armchairs, Nadja raised a brow, placing the book down on the table beside her. She crossed her leg, fingers lacing over her skirts as she tilted her head in thought.

“Well, I’d like if you’d rip your heart out and serve it on a platter. A fancy, golden platter. None of that crock you’d display at a garage sale.”

“…I’m not sure I can do that,” Nandor eventually replied, gaze glued to the floor. He didn’t dare look up, not ready to see the disgust in Nadja’s eyes yet again. Surely she hated him. He couldn’t even blame her; it was thanks to his pillaging that her village became a home to inhospitable creatures such as vampires, why Nadja lost her human life to a vampire masquerading as a snake, latching its teeth into the soft flesh of her neck.

Nadja bared her fangs in a pitying sneer, reaching over to cup Nandor’s cheek with a gentleness that confused him. Her touch itself almost startled him—it wasn’t that Nadja didn’t show physical affection, but it was usually much more subdued and quick. A pat on the shoulder, a brief touch of his knee, a playful shove, even a lazy hand trailing through his hair after a night spent inebriated on drug blood. This close, Nandor was forced to look at Nadja’s face, to see the small curl of her lips as she clicked her tongue loudly, thumb stroking the skin just above his cheekbone.

“You stupid little donkey, I was kidding. I forgive you. So stop with the pouty face. It doesn’t suit you.”

“Really? You’re not doing the leg-pulling?”

Nadja nodded. “Yes. I know you can’t change what happened—I just wanted an apology.”

Nandor brightened instantly. “So we are okay-A again?”

“For now,” Nadja agreed, pulling her hand away. It took a great deal of effort for Nandor to remain seated, the stirrings of loneliness once again dredged up in the face of possibly losing one of his only friends. “Really, Nandor, I was more upset that you hid the truth from me. I thought we all agreed to be honest with each other, even if it may hurt at first.”

“I just didn’t want you to hate me,” Nandor admitted. “I should have burned that painting long ago—but I didn’t. I couldn’t. I didn’t know why, but maybe it was because I actually wanted you to find it one day.”

Nadja chuckled dryly. “How very stereotypically mannish of you. Instead of talking about your feelings, you decided to hide them until they nearly got us killed by Colin Robinson. Next time, just bloody tell me what’s going on in that pink mushy brain of yours so we don’t die… again.”

“Well, when you put it like that it does seem rather foolish.” Nandor replied, grimacing in a way that only the tips of his fangs were visible.

For a while, the pair lapsed into a companionable silence. A tension Nandor hadn’t realized he’d been holding in his shoulders began to ease away as he leaned back in his chair, sighing.

Nadja pressed a manicured nail to her chin, brows furrowing. “Now that I think about it… even though you did destroy my village, you did this while you were human. And vampire Nandor isn’t the same as human Nandor, is he?”

“That is true,” he replied, hands placed gingerly over his knees as he toyed with the ring on his left thumb. “You could say that I was a different person back then. Almost like I didn’t do it at all!”

Nadja, agile as a viper, swung her leg out to kick Nandor in the shin.“No, that was still definitely you, you silly, cowardly weasel of a vampire! You can’t pawn off your guilt to your human ghost self!”

“Oww! Okay, fair enough. Yeesh,” Nandor admitted, rubbing at his leg with a sour look which quickly morphed into thinly veiled fondness. They would be alright--it would take time and genuine effort on his part, but hopefully he’d regain Nadja’s trust eventually. And I’ve got all the time in the world to wait, he thought to himself. When he smiled warmly at Nadja he was pleased to see her smile back, fangs shining in the glow of the candlelight.

Unbeknownst to either vampire, Colin Robinson hovered patiently at the door, eyes gleaming blue for a brief moment before returning to their usual color. He gave an unhappy look to the cameras.

“Well, there goes my all-you-can-eat buffet,” he began, shaking his head in disappointment. “But hey, buffets come and go. Vampire roommates, on the other hand, are forever. So I can’t say I’m all that upset—besides, this just gives me more of a reason to make Guillermo listen to my interpretive jazz solos which I’ve recorded on tape for everyone’s auditory pleasure.”

Not even the boom mic operator could resist giving a weary groan at the energy vampire’s words.

#what we do in the shadows #wwdits #nandor #nadja #yes their friendship makes me soft okay ;v;

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wwdits episode 1x10 (finale) thoughts:

guillermo working at a panera bread before becoming a vampire’s familiar? we stan. i love panera

guillermo is self-aware of his lackey-ship. the mention of renfield was a nice touch too--wwdits awards its audience for consuming other vampire media w/ little easter eggs which is quite nice. also, as an aside--i wonder who thought a (i assume to be) taxidermied bear was a good interior decorating choice. probably laszlo & nadja tbh

guillermo’s vampire-sona is great omg. also he’s an artist?? i love it! just another thing he has in common w/ nandor if we count the pilot & the glitter portrait thingy he did. personally a fan of ‘guillermo the great’ of all the options we were shown

i also wonder if we’ll get anymore dracula parallels--first the renfield reference & then we’ve got guillermo being a descendent of van hellsing. anyway, i’m glad that everyone’s favorite fan theory ended up being true--guillermo’s got a real knack for vampire killing & i’m curious if we’ll get a more serious exploration into this internal struggle (wanting to become a vampire vs. succumbing to his ‘nature,’ that of a vampire hunter) guillermo. in other words, can someone fight against their own destiny?

awww, nandor’s excitement on having living descendants is super cute. he was so excited to be called a ‘grandpappy’ like alksdjfds i /love/ him. & at the end of the day, not even vampires can live alone--obviously family/culture/history is very important to nandor.

since i thought the 37 wives line was a throwaway line, i wonder if the fact that nandor only ‘loved’ 35 of his wives has any importance. perhaps they’ll come back as vampires/some other supernatural creature? who knows

oh also!!! slightly worried that since guillermo sent off the vampires’ dna, this will eventually come back to haunt them in the form of skilled vampire hunters. i mean surely vampire dna would look different/have diff markers than human dna? either way, y i k e s

nadja just carrying around a skull? once again, proving to be a favorite character of mine. this might’ve also been a slight nod to the end of the ep where poor gregor loses his head (again) but idk, it’s a stretch for sure

nandor’s “that wasn’t very nice,” when laszlo & nadja hissed at guillermo was a nice touch. in some ways nandor really is trying to make up for not defending guillermo in the night club... in his own way lol

colin being 100% white was so hilarious--i lowkey hope this was ad-libbed or something lmao

laszlo better watch out lmao--w/ how he’s treating guillermo, it’s not gonna go well for him if guillermo has a change of heart & joins up a vampire hunter’s group next season (which i doubt would happen but u never know)

in madeline’s defense, if a floating vampire was tapping on my window saying “wakey wakey” while holding a stuffed bear i too would probably just,,, die

nandor asking guillermo for help in pinpointing what emotion he was feeling (grief) was oddly sweet? he grew attached to madeline so quickly :’( unlike the other staten island vampires, nandor doesn’t seem to heed the ‘don’t get attached to humans’ rule too well. kinda reminds me of the ‘citezenship’ ep where he’s sad abt his home country not existing anymore & he lets his meal go. he still cares abt humans in a way that differs from laszlo & nadja (i.e., nadja immediately turns humans that she is interested in while laszlo has shown zero interest in any human at all).

shout out to the found family trope being represented w/ nadja, laszlo, colin, & guillermo coming to madeline’s funeral. i mean colin left early, but nadja & laszlo stayed for as long as they were physically able to. once again, nandor’s dedication to his bloodline is very sweet, going thru physical pain to say goodbye to madeline

this ep really solidified how much laszlo & nadja love each other--poor gregor, but i’m sure he’ll be back next season in some capacity. whether thru mentions, flashback, or perhaps even as a zombie (since those were canon in the wwdits movie)? the topiary of nadja must’ve taken laszlo so long to make... we stan forever

the parallels between the finale and the pilot ep were /real/ for guillermo and nandor. while i think nandor has (somewhat) started to show his appreciation for guillermo more, he was upset & in pain so i’m not surprised he lashed out by booping guillermo’s nose & yelled at him. extending his time as a familiar for another yr tho? not nice D:

this insinuates that nandor actually plans on turning guillermo eventually (like no offense to nandor but i don’t think he’s manipulative/vindictive enough to be stringing guillermo along forever).

guillermo staking the portraits like oof, he looked so upset over it. i’m guessing that the fallout of submitting his dna (as well as the vamps) will be explored soemwhat in season 2. i could see one of guillermo’s relatives or something tracking him down bc they realize that he has van hellsing blood. like from what we’ve seen, it makes him a natural at killing vampires so... if i were a hunter, i’d want him on my team. & if i were a vampire... well, i’d want him dead. so next season should prove interesting for poor guillermo--maybe less of him being a familiar and more exploring his background, family, and strengths? idk; either way i’m excited™

#what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows fx #wwdits fx #anyway this have given me lots to think abt as we wait for next season! i might go into more detail later abt my theories for next season...#bc i have thoughts™#tw long post

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