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yyutsuu · 10 months

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Hi, could you write Mycroft Holmes x gender neutral reader where they cuddle after Mycroft come late from work? Thank you!

Home Late -Mycroft Holmes x GN Reader-

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!! Fluff !!

Gender Neutral reader

!! TW !! : None that I am aware of

Romantic relationship

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Word count: 637 words

A/n: I'M SO SORRY, THE REPLY IS SO DELAYED. I had end of term exams to complete and study for, after that I managed to forget I even had Tumblr for a good few weeks... This is so short too... I swear I'll write more in the next approaching weeks to make up for it

Help what is short for Mycroft-? Mycky??? Mycro???? 😭😭😭

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You are Mycroft Holmes' partner, the two of you sharing a mutual love for the other. It is currently late into the night, the comfortable cushions belonging to the sofa nudging against your night wear. Your eyelids were heavy, staying awake was becoming more and more of an arduous challenge.

But your body jolts up, the mist fogging up your brain and train of thoughts vanishing in an instant. The cause was the nearing noise of familiar footsteps approaching the front entrance, followed by the impossible to miss sound of rustling and jingling of keys. You watch from the couch as the front door is unlocked and opened, an exhausted Mycroft walks in.

He closes the door, Mycroft drops his bag which most likely contains a great deal of important files. He lets out a yawn, a long tired yawn. He looks about, his drowsy eyes stopping in the direction of where you as well as the couch occupies. Mycroft's expression changes to one of happiness mixed with fatigue. "You are still awake?" He says quietly, closing his eyes momentarily and enjoying the warmth of the shared house.

Mycroft's eyes open again, his gaze returning to you, his soft warm look becoming a gentle smile. "It's been a hectic day. I'm relieved I'm finally home." He mutters. Mycroft's movements are sluggish, his hair a mess, he looks like a total slob, but strangely attractive. Mycroft makes his way over to you and takes a seat on the couch, right next to you.

"Good evening." You say to Mycroft. He fails to reply and is about to rest his head on your shoulder, before pausing and stopping himself. You can practically see the great amount of effort he is putting into to not just situate his head on your shoulder and fall asleep right then and there.

You sigh at his actions. "Oh Mycroft, refrain from overworking yourself..." You murmur. Mycroft's smile slightly broadens, his eyes softening as he finally gives in, you feel his head falling onto your shoulder. Mycroft proceeds to nuzzle into you for a moment, exhaling with great tiredness.

"I apologize, darling. It has been quite the busy week. But no need to worry, you always manage to calm me." Mycroft breathes out in a hushed tone. "That's good, you comfort me quite a bit too." You whisper in reply as you reach your hand out and secure it on the back of his head.

Mycroft smiles at your touch. "I am truly glad I'm the one that can provide to you the peace you deserve." He mutters lazily while his hands fall into yours, he proceeds to lace his and your fingers together, holding your tender hands tightly as your eyes meet. Mycroft pulls you in and presses a soft and gentle kiss to your lips, not pulling away for several minutes. "I am undoubtedly lucky to have you, my dear..." He whispers, millimeters away from drifting off to sleep.

You laugh softly at his state. "We're both exceedingly tired, aren't we?" You whisper. "How about we cuddle then go to our bedroom and get some proper rest?" You suggest. The reply you receive is a tired mutter of "Mmm... that sounds... like a splendid idea..."

Conveniently, the two of you are in a comfortable and cosy position, laying down on the couch with a blanket draped over your shoulders. Mycroft lays his head down on your shoulder and presses his body closer to yours.

The two of you never made it into the bedroom to sleep, within minutes of snuggling up nice and warm against each other, both you and Mycroft ended up drifting into deep sleep. The warmth of Mycroft's embrace shielding you from all unpleasantries.

Staying awake and awaiting Mycroft's return may be a challenge, but the rewards are advantageous.

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fallingyams · 8 months

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Did a daily writing challenge thing for some friends recently and I've decided to post the Yuumori ones here as part of my ~Missing Morimyu Hours~

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Prompt: Violin

Sherlock misses his violin.

He has no regrets leaving his old life behind for the sake of saving Liam, save for allowing his brother to grieve his death alone. He is fairly content with life as it is at the moment. One might even dare call it happiness.

There is no shortage of mysteries for him to solve, the Pinkerton Agency filling his days with wildly entertaining cases from the wiliest of criminals that have slipped the grasp of local law enforcement. (It’s certainly far from the mind-numbing cases dumped in his lap by the barely-competent Scotland Yard.)

He has Liam and Billy and that ragtag bunch of kids that remind him dearly of Wiggins and the others. He has John’s books and the knowledge that his dear friend and landlady are aware of his continued survival.

So, Sherlock is far from unhappy with the new life he’s carved out an ocean away.

He just wishes he could have brought a remnant of Mycroft with him. His relationship with his brother may have been rather fraught, but he knows deep down that Mycky had cared about him.

That violin had been a gift. From all the way back when Mycroft had shown just a smidge of care for Sherlock’s budding interests and gone behind their parents’ backs to procure it for him.

His fingers ache to once again dance lightly over the strings, extracting a rich, haunting melody or a joyous tune.

He misses the weight of the wooden instrument on his shoulders and the feel of the bow in his hands.

He misses the way he would play into the night when sorrow or anger or frenzy became too much to bear, pouring his soul into the songs until he no longer felt as taut as violin strings

He remembers the way John and Miss Hudson would goad him into playing for them as they listened with rapt attention.

Sherlock feels the absence of the violin on his back and thinks of his brother an ocean away and wonders if he'll ever get to see that glimmer of pride behind his deep blue eyes as he pretends to be wholly disinterested in his little brother's playing.

Sherlock misses his violin.

But he thinks he might miss the people more.

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#yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #my writing #the yams are writing #sherlock holmes (mtp)

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livviem-009 · 1 year

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Headcanon: OG!William and Liam challenge each other fencing while Mycroft visits the school only to find Sherlock deliberately skipping school just to see the match.

-Liam was quite fed up about OG!William bullying Louis so he challenges him in a fencing match outside school campus.

-OG!William accepts and they settle the punishment and reward for the game. It will start next week.

-Louis was worried that Liam might get hurt so he wrote to Mycroft about training Liam tactics to use. Mycky trains Liam and made sure that he was able to defend himself.

-Liam writes to Sherly about his studies and the upcoming match.

-Sherly wants to give all his support to his crush best friend so he sneaks out of school without anyone noticing.

-The day of the match came and it was heated. Mycky just cheered from the behind while Louis gave all his support.

-OG!William was about to cheat when suddenly Sherly hidden in the crowd warns a very distracted Liam to watch out.

-Liam then kicks OG!William's butt and wins the match.

-Liam sees Sherly and opened his arms for a hug. He got too excited and ended up falling on top of him while they were inches away from a kiss. (Both of them were about to kiss before Mycroft called Sherlock's full name).

-Mycky chases him around the school and then scolds him about him skipping classes just to be with Liam.

-Louis was never bullied again and OG!William's reputation got ruined and was sent home to get a suspension. (Only to be dead in a fire a few days later.)

-Albert was informed by this and with no going back, enacted his dream vision of the world.

-But he kind of sees Mycky and Sherly on the way and had small infatuation for the older brother before focusing back on his plans.

-Louis will never like Sherly for his dear brother but if he makes Liam happy, then he's fine with it.

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #yuumori #domestic au #sherliam #louis james moriarty #william james moriarty #og!william moriarty #sherlock holmes #mycroft holmes #albert james moriarty #background mycal #i had this dream last night only just wanna share this

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sokai-asuki · 10 months

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Deep Blue Moon: "You're not real, aren't ya?"

This is in "A Study In 'S'" chapter part for Deep Blue Moon. I change all the characters role in here, tell me if there's something you would want to suggest to me about the characters, so that I would update something about them later.

(WARNING: GRAMMAR/TYPO)

"Before deciding this, are you really sure to do this? You do realize it might even cost your life..."

"Yes," said a man to Mrs. Hudson as she guarding one of the door behind her, "Besides, I think he knows about my condition. My body… Couldn't handle it much longer… If I'm gonna die, he also better off dead to know the cause of suffering he did to me…"

Mrs. Hudson looks unsure until the door behind her unlock.

"You must be Jefferson Hope, correct?"

Jefferson Hope, look up to a man at the door. There's also another person inside the room but he couldn't see the appearance of the said person.

"Don't worry, he will tell you the plan later on," said the man at the door, "After the plan been planted, the kids from downstairs will contact you later on."

The answer seems to be enough for Jefferson as he walk down the stairs and leave the 211B Baker Street.

Mrs. Hudson look at the man and glance at the man in the room, "Are you sure we could trust him, Sherlock?"

"That's what I've been thinking too, Sherlock... Are you sure a guy that has been seeking revenge to a noble that has done all wrong-doing, would follow the plan?"

"Yes..." Sherlock said, not looking up at the document he is currently reading, "A man like Jefferson Hope, hold a deeply grudge against the noble of our next target. It is justifically reasonable for him to hold the grudge, especially when the said grudge are this big. I say he has no set attachment to the world, considering he never say anything about his family... A person who had just lost someone he loves... A perfect kind of person to trust..."

Mrs. Hudson and John glance at each other and smile softly at their Sherlock, here he go again...

"If you say so, Sherlock..." Mrs. Hudson said, get used to Sherlock's next scheme.

"What about the noble you were talking about before?" Suddenly John's question has just arise, "Don't take me for a fool Sherlock, I know what you're going to do..."

Sherlock look at John and let out a chuckle, "You started to sound like Mycky..." then he pull out a smile for John, "Of course, his gonna make a debut in here, John. And I have a perfect role in mind, just for him..."

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"Brother, I made a tea for you."

"Ah, thank you Louis," William James Moriarty said, he look up from the newspaper he had just read.

"Don't you think it's a bit late, brother? Don't you need sleep?" Louis asked in concern and worry for his brother's health.

"No, I think I can pass a few of my time to read. Besides, another noble murder had just been made again..."

Louis look at the newspaper William has been reading, the part of the last news about the noble's death again.

"...It seems like, someone had just stood up to take down the system of this rotten country..." William muttered but Louis could clearly hear him.

"Brother..."

Suddenly a knock can be heard from downstairs. Louis and William paused and look at each other and back to the door of Willaim's study room's door.

Louis finally goes to get the door from downstairs but Albert open the door before him.

"Gentlemen, is there a reason for this late night meeting?" Albert said at the people outside.

"Is William James Moriarty here?"

"Yes, I am his brother.... Mind telling me what you have bussiness with him?"

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"He gets away..."

"...Inspector Lestrade, lying isn't suit for you, you know?" Sherlock let out a pout like a child when they found out something their parents has been teasing them non-stop, "You helped him, correct?"

"...Yes, I'm sorry Sherlock."

The plan for Jefferson that Sherlock gives are all been given out to the man but one extra thing is that Jefferson need to write William's full name to frame the man. The reason for that name is to test William.

It seems the Scotland Yard are too naive and glulible to believe that 'fake dying message'. And Sherlock knows Inspector Lestrade help William.

"But what I want to know is how he can make you to help him?" Sherlock said, even if he is a genius, Sherlock is very curious on how William do that.

"It-"

"It was me," a new voice help Inspector Lestrade, Sherlock look at the source of the voice, "I told Lestrade if William had asked him or Mr. Patterson to help him escape, then they should."

Sherlock looks like he want to tell Mycroft on why he did that but Mycroft beat him, "Sherly, I know how much you get bored if you found your puzzle has been taken away from you."

Mycroft can see Sherlock's face started to turn pink and turn away from his older brother, Mycroft sigh, "Besides, I think you would like to see how William exposed the nobles' sins, considered himself is a noble too..."

"..." Sherlock didn't say anything as Mycroft come closer to where Sherlock's chair is, patting his little brother's head.

"You did a good thing to let him escape, Inspector Lestrade. And Wiggins will come here-"

*knock knock*

"-Right now."

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"Are you sure of this, Mr. Louis?"

"If it means, exposing the killer that frame William, I would do anything to help him just like how he help me." Louis said as held up a ring to check it.

It is an engagement ring, wedding ring, sad that the killer might doing this for his wife, whose a victim of that noble...

A knock has just come, Louis open the door, expecting the killer but turns out to be a kid with a cloak. It is understandle for a cloak to wear since it is raining right now. Louis can see the kid is a young boy, the cloak seems to be torn up but still has a use of it, unfortunetely because of the rain, he can't see much of the boy's appearances.

"Sorry to bothering you, mister. But in the newspaper, it has said you found a ring." The kid said, before Louis could say anything else, the kid beat him to it, "My sister name is Lucy, her name should be engraved on the ring? Or that was what she said..."

"Indeed," Louis said unsure to trust the kid. It could be a trap...

"Sister Lucy has been upset ever since her ring dissapear. She has just married last year. Her husband is out of town, I'm taking care of her now to make sure she's alright." The kid explained.

"Oh, is that so?" Louis' head started to feel dizzy, all of that has nothing to do with the case, "Here, make sure to tell your sister to be alright..."

"I will, thank you mister."

... "Fred, get Moran."

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Wiggins knows he is being follow, but he knows this area more than whoever this person that follow him.

After he walks a bit faster, he get in the alley way and started to sprint faster. He can hear a heavy footstep.

Wiggins can sense the person is a man, and the man is in set ready to fight off the kid. Wiggins dodge the attack but the man is faster than he thought.

Suddenly the man is being ambushed by Reed and Yuri. The man took this as a surprised and back away as to not hurt kids that came out of nowhere.

Before Wiggins could run away, he hear the man shouted, "Fred, now!"

Wiggins look up and saw a young man, older than him but not much older like a man that follow him, seems to be trying to landed on him.

Thankfully Batora pulls Wiggins away from the landing. They saw the young man slowly standing and turn to Wiggins and Batora. Before he could do took a step forward suddenly another kid came and drop a marble on the ground in front of Fred.

The three kids ran away, Fred turn around and found Moran fall back. It seems Moran fall for that marble tricks. Reed, Yuri and another new kid ran away from the opposite side.

Moran sat up and hold his head, "Man, can't believe the mastermind brought kids in their group..."

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Louis started to think back to everything that has been happening 2 days ago. Louis know William can protect himself but the worried feelings keep on swallowing him.

He is drinking a tea from a cafe, or at least this is the cafe Albert said to him because William want to tell Louis something urgent and related to the case. No matter what, Louis would protect William like how he protect Louis when they were younger.

"Louis, are you ready to go?"

Louis look up and saw his brother William, he cover himself with a cloak. Louis look behind his brother and found a carriage. Something is up...

And it is right on the gut, everything has been revealed to Louis as William explained. The noble, Enoch J. Drebber's wrong-doing, the victim, the cause of suffering he did to his other victims, and the killer... Jefferson Hope, the killer of Enoch J. Drebber and the coachman of the carriage they are in right now.

"BROTHER, WHAT THE–"

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So the conditions are, if William willing to kill Jefferson than he will get the information of the mastermind and reveal that Jefferson is the culprit,

"How can I know about the mastermind when you're already gone?" He asked Jefferson that.

"Remember the kids," the topic about the kids brought Louis back to mind, Moran and Fred told him what happened to the ring, "You may not see them but they are around here, especially the leader of those kids' group."

The said leader was on the tree at Jefferson's side. The kid not look much older...

What's the other condition? Simple, not kill Jefferson and just handed him to the Scotland Yard but not getting the information of the mastermind.

"You finally get your goal and have your vengeance, so why me?" William said.

"That person, thinks highly of you. Even if I have no child, I know how that person feel when he spokes about you, admiring you like no other, and can't get you out of his head like a child can't get something out of theirs when there's something that unsolvable for them..." Jefferson said.

"Like a child, do you really think of this mastermind as a child?" William asked.

"Yes, but at the same time no. He is no ordinary one, no prodigy but very collective. Continue on with the plan as if time can't stop his plan, at that full night, even if it dark, I know the smells of blood is strong but with him, the blood started to wash away. He is a true criminal, a mastermind. Nothing can stop him no matter what until the dawn pick up and midnight strike. How's that, Mr. Moriarty... Does that get your curiosity?"

Everything is silence, nothing is spoken. The kid started to feel uncomfortable with the tension when suddenly a sound of gun being loaded appear.

On William's hand, a gun... And the said gun, pointed at Jefferson Hope.

Wiggins can see William's brother look at his brother with disbelief and yelling at his brother, protesting on what his brother is planning right now. Jefferson seems to be encouraged William to end him, end his story, end him so he could meet his Lucy again but knows heaven will never accept a killer like him.

Then the sound gunshot being heard. So loud to the point the crows are flying away from the scene.

However, instead of someone being dead, Jefferson is alive and still breathing. William purposely missing the shot and still give Jefferson that smile, the smile of him knows everything and yet not everyone knows it.

"Jefferson Hope... Hope... You really hoping I killed you? No, I'm not." William said as he lower the gun, "I know you may not believe me when I said this since I too am a noble but, I really admire your determination for still keep up with this plan even if it might cost you your life. I do want to know the mastermind but if it's a game that the mastermind wants, then I don't mind playing the role of the game he made."

"Brother..." Louis looks like he is in the verge of crying. His brother always make something so surprising...

William look at Louis and smile, "Sorry for scaring you Louis,"

"No, it's okay." Louis wipe a small tear on his eyes and finally look at his brother, "I'm just, glad you still..."

William know what Louis would say, he look back at Jefferson and turn to the kid at the tree, "Hey kid, by any chance, do you have a spare cuff?"

Wiggins landed on the ground and slowly walk towards William, them pulled out a rope. He give William the rope as he tossed it on the floor until it in front William.

"And, tell him," William grab the rope and glance around him, knowing the other kids are ready to leave, "That I gladly play this game of cat and mouse."

Finally, the kids gone. William tied up Jefferson's hand.

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"He... He really did it..."

That's the first thing John said as he read the latest newspaper again and again to confirm what Wiggins said.

A noble exposed Enoch J. Drebber’s sins and exposed the real killer of Enoch J. Drebber. William James Moriarty...

His not a detective and yet, solve the case so easily...

"Seems like letting him escape with Inspector Lestrade's help was necessary in your part, Mycky..."

"But all of the plans was yours, brother mine. So don't give me too much credit..." Mycroft said as he pat Sherlock's head. Sherlock always let himself calm when his brother did something like this but now, his thought about William solving the case was just...

"He is in a place where he could get the information and yet, he denied it..." Inspector Lestrade said as he think back what happened at the Scotland Yard station, William walk in with Jefferson, his hand tied up together.

Then the motive and behind the scene of the murderer being reveal and also with Jefferson agreed with everything.

"I think, Mr. William is really unlike us, Inspector Lestrade." Mrs. Hudson said, as she handed out teas for everyone, "Unlike us, a victim of the nobles, I believe he find the error of the nobles and it system... Yes, he himself is a noble but maybe, there's something about him–"

"That makes it interesting..." Sherlock cut off Mrs. Hudson, as he think back to what he heard about the Moriarty...

The Moriarty adopted a child from the orphanage, keyword; child. No plural. Moriarty have two sons, Albert James Moriarty and William James Moriarty... But unlike his Albert, who always run an errand for his family, William never goes outside. No one knows what the second son look like or act...

'Ah... Liam... You are not the real William, aren't ya?'

Sherlock chuckle at the thought...

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#yuumori #yuumori au #role reversal au #deep blue moon #moriarty the patriot #sherlock holmes #yuukoku no moriarty #william james moriarty #sherliam #louis james moriarty #john watson #mycroft holmes

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mychakk · 7 years

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I know that Eurus targeted Molly to destroy Sherlock - her favourite brother, and that she clearly doesn't care for Mycroft much (although to be fair she didn't kill him and she very easily could), but I've been thinking about what-if with her targeting Molly (again) but this time because Mycroft sees her as the sister he wished he had... @captain-darthsydious are you up to write something of this sort with tones of Mollcroft brotp, Myckie's appreciation, sprinkle or two of Sherlolly and some Eurus feels (although you can make her into evil impersonated if you wish...)?

#mycroft holmes #eurus holmes #molly hooper #mollcroft #brotp #sherlolly #the holmes sibling #bbc sherlock

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myckicade · 8 months

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Nandermo Ficlet Snippet - The Kids

"So, Master," Guillermo called softly, a light tremor in his voice that couldn't be missed. He looked down as Nandor glanced up from his reading, the familiar wringing his fingers together nervously. "Y-You remember how we agreed that we'd have no more secrets?"

Nandor tensed. The last time he had heard such a tone from Guillermo... Nandor closed his book in his lap, inhaling sharply as a dangerous scowl settled over his lips. "Guillermo, not again."

Realization came quickly. "No! No!" The younger man's eyes widened in horror. "Not that! Definitely not that!"

Well. Nandor gave a curt nod. So long as it wasn't... that. He didn't want to have to stake another vampire, even if it was for Guillermo. "What is it, then?"

Guillermo shifted on his feet. "There's, um..." A small smile wobbled on his lips. "There's someone I want you to meet." A pause. "W-Well, a few s-someones, really."

It was then that the bottom dropped out of Nandor's stomach. Someones? But... He'd really thought... After all that they had been through? "Mn," he hummed, if only to cover the sudden sense of disappointment that didn't belong in his heart. "Who are these someones, exactly?"

Guillermo took a deep breath, and then a step to the side, revealing... "The kids!"

Which is how Nandor found himself staring, dumbstruck, at three very small, very inhuman looking-"Kids?"

"Hi!" one screeched, the fluffiest of the bunch. If he didn't know any better, Nandor would have thought them a lamb. The child - she? Nandor wasn't sure - came running up to the vampire, their arms wrapped around a small stuffed animal. "Daddy said to be nice, and say 'Hi!'."

Nandor nearly choked as he knelt on the carpet. "Daddy?" He looked up to Guillermo, who seemed a bit flustered. Oh, it was getting worse and worse, this knifey-stabby-pain feeling in his chest. He wanted to know who, he wanted to know when, and why. But, naturally, the burning question that left his tongue was a hissed, "Exactly what did you mate with, Guillermo?"

And Guillermo, lunatic boy that he was, giggled. Before he could answer, the second child stepped forward, this one looking like some sort of puppy dog. He held his hands - paws? - at his sides, and looked Nandor in the eye. "We are not conventional children," he advised, a level of wisdom in his words that was well beyond his apparent years. "We are the by-product of a process in which the one you call Laszlo-"

"Laszlo," Nandor cursed. He bared his fangs at the thought, unnoticed to himself, until Guillermo stepped forward to put a hand on the head of each of the startled children. Behind him, a third child, resembling a small piglet, clung to Guillermo's pant leg.

"Like the Baron and Sire's children," Guillermo murmured in a soothing tone. It was clearly for the sake of the little ones, but, Nandor was loathe to admit, it was working for him, too. "Kind of. There was no..." Guillermo pulled a face. "Mating involved."

Digesting the words took a moment, leaving behind a feeling that was quite close to shame. All Nandor could utter was a small, "Oh." It seemed he had made a rather hasty assumption. He returned his attention to the children, taking in more details of their appearances. It would have been difficult for anyone else, Nandor was sure, but he could spot little bits of Guillermo in each of them. He did, after all, know the man better than most anyone out there. Even that loathsome, repugnant, fumbling fool of a fucking guy who thought he could just turn another vampire's familiar all willies-nillies!

Anger clouded back in, swirling in his memory with such force that he nearly missed the little lamb-child step even closer to him. Wide, innocent eyes stared up at him, and, yes, there was definitely a lot of Guillermo in this one.

"Daddy said you were important."

Nandor fought the barest twitch of a smile. "He did, did he." A darting look to Guillermo found the boy turning a faint shade of pink. How amusing. "Well, your... Daddy and I have a long history together."

"Can we call you Mama?"

Nandor's head darted up again, he and Guillermo sharing the same shock. Guillermo seemed to be floundering for what to say, jaw working soundlessly, open and closed. Nandor swallowed, which did nothing for the growing tightness in his throat. He looked back to the child, who hugged their toy tighter, eyes widening even more in anticipation. He should have said no. He should have straightened the record on that before it could cause further issues. The expression in those innocent eyes, the eyes of his favorite human on Earth, just wouldn't allow it.

"I suppose," he agreed, placing a gentle hand on the child's shoulder, "that would be all right."

#This has been in my head all morning and it needed an outlet y'dig?#Definitely a very bare-bones scene sketch #But Oh My Gosh #Look this is probably a nightmare to read but I'm at work and this is momentarily more important to me than my daily tasks #WWDitS #WWDitS Spoilers #What We Do in the Shadows #What We Do in the Shadows Spoilers #Nandermo #Guillermo de la Cruz #Nandor #Nandor the Relentless #Fanfiction #Desk Drabbles #Mycki Writes

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