Camera crew catching a sneaky shot of Nandor’s room 👀👀👀
When I tell you that Nandor’s room has SO. MUCH. DETAIL. Don’t know if you knew but Nandor has decorative wainscoting on the bottom half of the walls of his room and it is opulently rendered in slabs of persian marquina. I know that because I drew it up (even though it ended up being mostly in shadow. Anyway. Here is also a close up:
ID: There is a single image; a slightly ajar door is framing a view of the inside of Nandor’s room from the corridor. Inside Nandor and Guillermo are stealing a kiss, Guillermo sitting on Nandor’s coffin and Nandor standing and leaning into him. They are both in comfortable attire; Guillermo in one of his signature sweaters, slacks and slippers, Nandor in his long gold dressing gown with an intricate gothic design. Candles and an open fire light up the room with warmth as they share a moment alone.
List of my wwdits season 4 predictions, listed for personal reasons just for fun to come back to once the season airs, in no particular order:
- The mentioned Wedding altar is for Nadja and Laszlo, as a wedding renewal thing like they saw their neighbours do, as a way to make up.
- This Freddie boyfriend turns out to be a vampire hunter, attacks Nandor, Nandor refuses to kill him because he is important to Guillermo, Guillermo finds out and goes absolutely feral on Freddie’s ass.
- Guillermo confirming himself gay.
- Nandor is going to admit he assumes Guillermo will leave him once turned.
- Guillermo is going to refuse being turned. Possibly by a third party (that Guide was being super flirty).
- Baby vampire comeback! Give me Jenna and Derek. Actually they might look cute together?
- Guillermo realising that what he wanted from being a vampire (power, control, sex appeal), he already has.
- A cliffhanger (I want a season 5. I really do)
Nandor turning Guillermo out of desperation to save his life in an extreme situation. It's not perfect, they're not going to share ancestral soil, but it's ok.
Their last scene together in the show is them walking hand in hand into the station, each wearing their own jansport, smiling at each other before getting on the train and start the journey they were denied. Because Nandor still wants Guillermo to see his homeland and redefine all the places where he felt miserable with happy memories of love and appreciation.
what about a little topher/nandor drabble?
A/N: Hi Anon! So, full disclosure: Topher is not my favorite character. I don't hate him... I just have a hard time with him because I get jealous on Guillermo's behalf. But, with that said, I really like how this came out. This drabble HAS Nandor/Topher, but it's ultimately a Nandermo fic lol. Sorry about that; I hope you still enjoy! And thanks to @safetyhazardfics for helping me figure out how to write Nandor/Topher in a way that I don't hate lol.
Warnings: Kissing, Mildly suggestive references, Weapon (makeshift wooden stake), Established Nandermo, Mild cheating, Jealousy
Guillermo trudges down the long hallway to the tiny kitchen, tucked away and forgotten at the back of the house. He's got a frozen dinner, a Gatorade, and a bottle of Extra Strength Tylenol calling his name. There's just enough time for a quick meal and zone-out session before sundown. Wedging his fingers beneath the metal rims of his glasses, he massages his tired eyes and wills the aching in his head to go away. He's about to stagger irritably through the doorway when a muffled moan stops him in his tracks.
Cursing beneath his breath, he peeks around the corner, face already contorted into a grimace with the expectation of discovering Laszlo and Nadja tangled together on the kitchen table. The sight that actually greets him is far worse.
Welp... This explains why Topher had ignored his earlier calls for help polishing the suits of armor...
Topher sits on the counter, skinny-jeaned legs splayed to admit the broad width of Nandor's hips. The pair maul each other's mouths. Guillermo wants to slam his eyes shut, but instead he watches wide-eyed, unable to look away, as Nandor's long, elegant fingers dig into Topher's shaggy blond hair; he tilts the human's head back, plundering him with lips and tongue. Topher's own hands, smaller with blunt-tipped fingers, roam the expanse of Nandor's back, tracing his spine, skirting his hips and finally coming down to squeeze his ass.
This is more than Guillermo can take.
Red, pulsing rage consumes him. Without conscious thought he steps forward, blindly grabbing for something--anything-- amongst the kitchen clutter that he can use as a weapon. His hand falls upon the long, sharpened handle of a wooden spoon he'd stashed here in case of assassins. The cold calculation of the hunt falls upon him. In a flash he darts forward, shoving Nandor aside and pinning Topher against the cupboards, the makeshift stake held against his vulnerable throat.
Topher gasps sharply at first before slowly smirking, bright eyes flicking between his attacker and his erstwhile paramour. "Is this your thing? I could be into this..." He trails a finger from Guillermo's shoulder down the length of his arm, unaware of the killing force barely suppressed in the muscles beneath his touch.
Guillermo slaps the hand away before spitting through clenched teeth, "Get. Out."
Topher, for once reading the room, gingerly shifts away from the deadly point held against his neck. He hops off the counter, rolling his eyes and grumbling about "jealous types" as he saunters from the room.
For several seconds Guillermo stands utterly still, breath heaving, muscles shivering, until Nandor finally breaks the tense silence.
"Who are you thinking you are?! Blocking my penis like that!"
"Nandor..." The steely strength is gone from his voice. He sounds weary and broken. "How could you... do that... with him!?"
Nandor comes to stand before Guillermo, cramming himself between him and the kitchen counter with a look of surly sheepishness. "You've been ignoring me! Locking yourself up in the bathrooms, eating your poop beans all day, roaming the yard at all hours! Topher pays attention to me."
Guillermo pinches the bridge of his nose, his headache flaring back to life. "Ignoring you? Ignoring you! I've been protec--" He catches himself and slams the breaks on this train of thought. "I've been... busy! Taking care of you! Cleaning! Finding you food! All those things take time."
Nandor sniffs haughtily. "Well Topher is doing all these things for Nadja and Laszlo and he still has time for flirting and canoodling!"
Flames, Guillermo mentally quotes. Flames on the side of my face.
Rather than dignify Nandor's stupidity with an answer, he grabs the vampire by his sloppily-tied cravat, pulls him down and slams their lips together, reclaiming his territory. Predictably, Nandor melts, a high-pitched moan dissolving into their kiss, fingers snarling in the wool fabric covering Guillermo's chest.
Guillermo invades Nandor's mouth, tongue pressing forward and pulsing against Nandor's. They're both caught in the kiss, Topher forgotten, for a long moment before Nandor draws back, gasping out, "This is all I wanted, Guillermo."
"Me too," Guillermo answers, wrapping his arms around Nandor's shoulders and drawing him back in. They kiss and kiss and are on their way towards something more when the unplaceable taste on Nandor's tongue finally registers in Guillermo's brain.
Gatorade. The empty bottle-- clearly labeled "Guillermo's"-- sits discarded on the counter beside them.