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smuggsy · 2 years

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Nobody told Anton about the secondary effects of vampire hypnosis.

...Assuming that's what they are.

CHARACTERS: viago, anton, vladislav, the te aro wolfpack

TAGS: hey anton, let’s play a game called ‘is this hypnosis or is viago absolutely fucking gorgeous’, rating going up a notch bc anton is horny for vampires, another small dose of wolfpack, not beta read we die crushed by a concrete wall like that vampire hunter

WORD COUNT: 3700

[ PART ONE | PART TWO ]

The first time it happens Anton is awake. Transfixed. Clifton and Dion aren't here anymore to read the room. Read the room and see there's something not quite right about their alpha wolf because he can't stop looking at Viago's hands. Those pale, slender and delicate fingers settled gently over his bruised calf and pressing down slowly, slowly, very slowly so as not to cause any sudden discomfort.

"Does it hurt?"

If he'd been injured a bit further up on his knee, would Viago grab him so carelessly as he's doing now? Just having a closer look, inspecting the flesh around in search for sore spots, those hands would surely be close to grabbing something else, when was the last time he got laid? Whoa, what?!

"Does it hurt when I touch?"

Not a convenient thought to have right now.

As opposed to when? That traitorous voice at the back of his mind provides, and Anton just keeps staring, at a loss for words, static in his ears. Mouth slightly ajar. Vampires glow.

Or maybe Viago wears make-up.

Not a convenient thought to have right now, as opposed to when? Some other time it would be convenient to think about sitting up, grabbing Viago by the collar of his old-fashioned blouse and pushing him on top of him and kis— "Heeello?"

Anton jerks in his place like he's been pricked.

Oh, shit.

"Yes! I'm— no!" his throat feels like sandpaper and his voice sounds even worse, "I mean no, doesn't hurt, just a... uh. There's this faint feeling like a cramp? But it's alright, it's manageable."

Viago purses his lips in a way that means he's not completely satisfied with the answer but will take it.

"Well. That's the best I can do, I'm afraid. Not that I did much at all. You have incredible healing capabilities."

Anton almost says thank you at that, before he realises it isn't a compliment. He clears his throat and shifts up on the sofa, sending the vampire a very strained smile that looks more like a grimace.

"Anyway," Viago smiles that toothy smile and Anton's heart rate picks up speed and where the hell is Clifton with the bloody van?! "it looks pretty good to me. What do you think, Vlad?"

The other vampire appears from the corner behind — from where Anton had absolutely forgotten he was watching the whole thing, supervising, and is pretty sure he starts breaking up a sweat at his inquisitive dark gaze.

"Hmmm, yes. It looks... normal."

Because he's certain, no — he is absolutely positive he reeks of arousal and he's been enjoying Viago's careful ministrations a little bit too much, up in his own cloud of fuzzy thoughts. A bit too much to escape the notice of the head of the house.

Which, right, Anton isn't even sure Vladislav is the head of the house, but he sure as hell acts like the male alpha of his pack, and Anton can't help but swallow audibly when the oldest vampire stops next to the sofa to look down at him with arms crossed over his hairy chest — that's a very alluring, very handsome patch of skin, that is definitely a choice made consciously, a loose black blouse that reveals a toned chest okay.

Okay.

Okay, where's his phone?

He swings his legs off to the side and sits up.

"I need to go."

He needs to go because he's blurting out stuff. Because his mental filter is off, because he feels hot and the fever is gone, "thank you for the help, it was nice having you— having help. Having help, thanks for the pain-relief."

Leave.

Leave, now.

Pain-relief my ass.

They've done something to him.

Hypnosis.

Viago follows him closely. Vladislav watches from afar.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes! Good as new!" Anton blurts out, out of breath and feeling utterly disgusting, he doesn't think there's a single exposed bit of skin on him that isn't soaked in sweat and dirt and blood.

He stumbles towards the door and barely feels a tingling down his left calf.

"Okay..." Viago mumbles, and Anton suddenly feels like a dick, turning back to look at the vampire standing there with a polite grin, hands joined behind his back, almost as if he's disappointed to see him go so quick, "be careful out there."

"Yes. It seems like someone's out to get you," Vladislav adds, ominous.

Right.

Let's not forget the reason why he's here in the first place.

Someone's out there trying to hunt werewolves.

>>><<<

The second and third time it happens, he's asleep.

He's asleep in his own house and on his own bed, wearing pyjama bottoms and a cotton shirt. But he dreams he's in someone else's house on a sofa, wearing dirty trousers sliced up by metal that get gently torn apart by slender fingers.

Slender fingers that grab his calf and start travelling upwards and Anton can't see anything because the lights overhead are too bright. He smells something sweet and there's a wave of magic flowing through him when he lets his head plop back. Feels content. Hands that are cold and pinning his hips down and he wakes with a gasp and a boner at two in the bloody morning. Unbelievable.

Another time the lights aren't so bright that he can't make out shapes. He still doesn't see Viago, though, he smells the vanilla again and feels his cold touch and that melodic voice asks "does it hurt?" and Anton blinks into focus and the vampire is suddenly kneeling by the side of the sofa; smiling sweetly before opening his mouth wide and sinking down fangs on an already bloodied leg and Anton screams —

— and stops screaming when Viago jumps on top of him, straddling, hungry, with the same cold slender fingers pushes Anton's head backwards and bares his neck and bites there too. "Fuck!"

He wakes up sweaty, out of breath, with wet underwear and the first thing he does is check his neck for puncture wounds. Like a lunatic.

>>><<<

The fourth time it happens Anton is working a shift. He's back on his erratic sleeping schedule — if you can call his sorry attempts at dozing off to the telly a sleeping schedule — and only has to endure his last twenty minutes before he's off.

But he doesn't quite.

Endure them, that is.

It's a Tuesday. The theatre is empty, silent, inhabited, and he's been sitting at the front desk and slowly turning into a zombie for the past two hours, chiming in on the group chat to keep himself entertained and bugging Clifton to give him a lift.

[Cliff, 10:42pm]

sorry an

date night

shes gonna k me if i miss it

nathan's got the car 2night doe

[Nathaniel, 10:44pm]

nope

fiona's on emergency call, sorry anton

He'd felt sorry for himself for about five minutes before he decided to toss his phone aside and start rearranging the packs of chocolate raisins — and now he's counting the seconds until the clock strikes twelve so he can walk up to the panel and switch everything off and lock the place and leave.

This night at the theatre is the last one. He gasps awake all sweaty and the chair he's sitting on slides back and he falls off and bangs his head against the glass counter in the most pathetic and probably also most memorable moment to be caught in the CCTV.

He's banging on an old door with wooden carvings half an hour later, one hand frantically knocking and the other keeping a blood-soaked paper napkin to his stubborn nostrils.

Instead of that, he falls asleep with his head on the counter and his arms like a pillow and probably, most likely, gets himself an angry phone call in the morning and a double shift next week to make up for it.

The fourth time it happens Anton is working a shift. Another eight-hour shift, the sixth one this week in between probably less than half that time spent sleeping — because yeah, he's got an insomnia problem and to top it all, his few moments of peace and quiet now keep being plagued by hazy dreams of coldness against flushed skin, the echoing voice of a German accent, the smell of vanilla and the feeling of sharp fangs tracing his jugular.

Because those aren't nightmares.

Those aren't dreams.

Those are... he doesn't know what they are. They're a problem.

Some sort of residual hypnotic memory and they need to fix it.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Anton's really relieved he didn't get Deacon.

"What do you want?" Vladislav asks flatly, looking him up and down with boredom and making no comment about the raggedy state of his clothes, his hideous bright-red satin-like uniform, his name tag, the dark semi-circles under his eyes or his bleeding nose.

"Hello, mate," he tries, with as much friendliness as he can muster up in his state, "is uh, Viago in?"

Yes he's glad it isn't Deacon at the door — because he wouldn't have stood a chance — but he's not exactly thrilled about Vladislav either. He's too stoic and holds the door open with an air that promises nothing.

"No."

Short and to the point.

Anton waits for him to elaborate.

(Vladislav doesn't elaborate.)

And so Anton shifts on his feet impatiently and tries to look a bit less like a sleep-deprived stressed-out employee at the end of his rope. Because that's probably not helping his case and it already is quite unprecedented, him being here, at this hour, in this state.

"I just wanted to say thanks for the other night."

The vampire doesn't move from the door. His face doesn't betray any emotions.

It's nerve-wracking.

"You're welcome."

He's not going to let him in, that much is clear. Vladislav isn't even vaguely interested in entertaining his presence and Anton looks around to the empty street and considers pushing him aside and barging in and demanding — demanding.

He didn't really think this through.

The rooms on the second floor are dark, thick curtains covering every patch of glass, no sign of anyone else inside the house.

Well, it's past midnight. Maybe Viago really isn't home.

"Is that all?" Vladislav asks again, deadpan.

Fuck. So what was he supposed to tell them, anyway? Oh, hey, evening! I'm having all these horny dreams about you, I think your hypnosis fucked me up and I have to take a cold shower every time I get up, if you get my drift, haha! Can you do something about that? Because I really need my beauty sleep and I don't get much of it, so...

"Yeah that's— that's all."

As a rule, Anton isn't easily intimidated — but there's something about Vladislav that just... strikes a nerve. It's his eyes. Even as he turns around to leave Anton feels stared down, "okay, cool. Cheers."

Off the steps, Anton whips around to see the long-haired vampire gesture vaguely towards his own nose.

"What happened there?"

"What? Oh! This? Just a nosebleed."

"I get them sometimes," he says instead, half-heartedly, lying. He's never had nosebleeds in his life and it suddenly occurs to him only now, as he turns back around and watches Vladislav at the door following his every move... that he's bleeding. In front of a blood-feeding creature.

I am still the better hypnotist, Vladislav had said. Anton stares back, considers for only the briefest of seconds climbing those stairs back up and telling him everything.

Actually. Vladislav is almost half out of the door and did he just lick—

"Alright. Have a good one, mate!"

And just like that, he turns on his heel and leaves, fast.

Real brainy, you twat. Knocking on their door without any back-up, in the middle of the night with the sun buried deep away still for a good five hours! Blood all over your stupid fucking face.

And if he looks over his shoulder every ten seconds until he makes it to the bus stop, well.

One can't be too careful.

Well, no, scratch that. He can and he should. He should be an example to follow, he should be a leading example — he is the leader, for fuck's sake!

And he's losing his mind.

>>><<<

Clifton thinks he's being subtle. Banging his head to the rhythm of the music and tapping his fingers lightly over the steering wheel and trying to pretend everything's fine. Just the two of them on their usual ride into town after game night, Anton's bag in the backseat, his uniform, his toothbrush and a box of instant coffee waiting to be used.

Clifton isn't being subtle.

"Will ya quit looking at me like that," Anton bites out at a red light.

"I wasn't!"

Anton sends him a look.

"Okay, you look like shit. I'm sorry!"

"Aw, thanks mate."

"We're worried, me and the boys," Clifton adds with a mellow voice. He changes gears and turns around the corner towards the movie theatre. Anton sighs. Well, he's surprised they've kept their cool this far, if he's being honest. "Nathan said you asked him for some Temazepam?"

"I've always had Temazepam, Cliftonnn," Anton groans out impatiently, "you know Fiona gets it for half the price."

"Yeah, but... you've been. You know. You've been all edgy," Clif shrugs, awkward, "we don't want you to stress out, we didn't want to tell you 'cos you've been all snappy and weird."

Anton runs a hand over his face. He'd hoped they wouldn't pick up on it. Hoped they'd put it down to his recent injury. He's losing his grip.

"But the next full moon is coming and..."

"I'm fine, Clif. Really, I'll sort it out, alright? No need to worry about me, I'm not going— hang on. Tell me what? What did you have to tell me before the next moon?"

Anton sobers up.

Clifton opens his mouth — but then turns to look at Anton and closes it without so much as muttering a sound.

"Pffft, nothing. It's nothing."

"Tell me what, Clifton?!"

"Well, Di— well we think— we're not sure who but— you know, maybe we can have a group meeting after your shift and discuss thi—"

"Tell me what, Clifton."

"It was Dion! Dion did it!"

And the fact that Clifton is so reluctant to actually tell him what it is Dion did... Anton can only lean down and hide his face in his hands and make a poor attempt at a breathing exercise. His words come out muffled and so very miserable, Clifton sounds so very apologetic, like he'd rather shoot himself in the foot with a silver bullet than break the news to him.

"Oh for fuck's sake."

But Anton doesn't need him to break the news.

"He thinks he might have... turned someone."

He presses his fingers firmly against his eyelids, maybe that'll make the headache go away.

"Anton?"

Maybe this is all a dream, one of those hypnosis-induced hallucinations Anton's been having less and less, now, but they're still there, so why not? Sometimes in between nodding off he thinks he still sees his leg dripping blood all over his carpet.

Maybe he's just so royally sleep-deprived he's hearing things, now. It's a possibility.

Like that time he woke up in the middle of the night because he thought Viago was calling his name from somewhere with real shitty acoustics to make it reverberate off the walls like that — turns out he was just sleepwalking. Woke up sitting in the bathtub.

Oh, he must have kicked a puppy or something in his past life to be deserving of this.

Or a bunch of them.

"...An-ton?"

"I'm sorry, I know you're having a shit time with Timmy and your sister moving out," Clifton starts, with the smallest voice. One of his hands pats Anton on the back and he needs to get his shit together, it's Alpha Male Time now, not Anton Time, "you got enough on your plate as it is. I'll take care of it, alright? We'll sort it out, I promise. I'll get Dion to bring the guy next—"

"Tomorrow."

He sits back up on the seat and grabs his bag. Clifton lets out a very obvious sigh of relief that Anton pretends not to hear.

"Tomorrow?"

"Bring him tomorrow."

>>><<<

The guy's name is Stu.

He's thirty-two and he's a software analyst.

Anton has one look at him and feels like garbage. He doesn't think he's ever felt this sorry about turning someone before. Reckons the universe has decided to finally flip the middle finger at him.

For being a shit uncle and an even shittier brother. For all those people he killed back then, when he was turned and couldn't control it. For cheating on his last girlfriend with her landlord. For a lot of things.

Still, Stu doesn't look half-bothered by it, listening to everyone's introductions silently and patiently with a polite smile, with a pint in his hand and leaning in to accept those chips Declan keeps offering to him every two minutes.

He's a good lad.

Anton watches from the kitchen as he unpacks the frozen pizza and adds a few toppings. This isn't half as disastrous as he thought it'd be. Stu isn't panicking and crying and he doesn't threaten to go to the Police Station and claim he's been attacked and coerced into joining a cult group.

Of course, Stu also has got no idea of the proportional shit he's just got himself into — but Anton is content to let him enjoy that obliviousness for a few more days, until it's absolutely necessary to break it down to him that this is a curse, a fucking horrible thing they can't help. Turning with the full moon sucks, it's always sucked and will always suck — you just get used to it sucking, but that's all.

"You keep choppin' that and we'll be having olive juice," Clifton says from beside, elbowing him playfully.

Anton looks down to the board and realises that yes, he's been destroying those olives because he's too busy staring at the group in the living room, keeping an ear out for any stupid comments that might prompt any trouble, any Stus standing up and running to the door once the reality of the situation sinks in.

But Stu seems to be having the time of his life and Anton reckons he's probably got very few friends. If any.

The microwave dings behind them. Clifton gets it.

"Come on, wifey," and Clifton also drags Anton back to the meeting. Just in the nick of time.

"—nd the one thing you never, ever frickin' do, ever," Dion points a finger in Stu's direction, because he's not being overly emphatic already, "is talk to a vampire."

Declan nods enthusiastically next to him.

"Ever," he adds.

"My best friend is a vampire, actually."

Stu has such a sweet peaceful voice, says it like it's no big deal, barely even reacts when Dion gasps out that sound so theatrically, horrified, so over-the-top Anton can't believe Stu is even buying that.

And he is, buying it, now that everyone's gone silent as a grave and is looking at him with icy glares and ominous air.

He seems to think twice of it, now, pint of beer halfway to his lips suddenly back down as he looks at every one of them in the eye and clears his throat awkwardly and Anton almost feels sorry for him.

"Nick... is his name."

Except Anton's been having a horrible week, really, and the lads love this kind of stuff and they've been on edge all day thinking he was about to unleash hell on them — so he joins in, takes a sip of his drink and tries not to burst out laughing when Clifton swiftly and slowly stands up to block the way to the door, pizza-cutter in hand before saying: "well, shit," with the skill of an Oscar-winning actor, "we have to kill you, now."

"That's a big no-no," Declan adds, conspirationally.

"It's not allowed. It's in The Code."

"Yeah, The Code."

"The Code. Very strict rules. Hundreds of years old."

And Stu looks at all of them with his mouth hanging open, his heart hammering in his chest clear for everyone to hear.

"It's forbidden, mate."

"Hey, we're doing you a favour. The council will hunt you down, we'll make it quick and painless, right Anton?"

Anton's never been a good actor and he fears if he opens his mouth he'll ruin the vibe — so he only puts on his most sorrowful frown and nods. Stu stares at him, now openly panting like a caged animal, and is frozen in place as if accepting his impending doom. His hand trembles so much he almost spills his lager all over his lap.

And then Dion bursts out laughing so loudly Stu jumps out of his skin. The tense silence is filled with cackling.

"Your face!"

"Priceless."

"Nah, mate. S'alright."

"Oh my god, your face!"

"Ah, good one," Stu admits, with a hand on his chest and joining in on the laughing, if only a bit less enthusiastic, "you got me there."

"The Code," Dion repeats, puffing out his chest and making a serious diplomatic face that prompts even more laughter.

Anton makes a toast in his direction, "that was good."

"There's no code, Stu!" Declan pats the blond in the back, "we make our own rules!"

"Yeah!"

"So," Stu clears his throat, "you don't mind my friend Nick, then, being a vampire."

"Oh, you were being serious about that, were you?" Dion mumbles.

And the silence that settles in now is more awkward and genuine, less prank-synchronised.

"I mean... to each their own, right?" Nathan shrugs, and then he looks over to Anton as if thinking he's got to ask permission first.

Anton shrugs as well, says: "I think we've learnt recently that vampires can be... acceptable. Haven't we, boys?" and quickly shuts down the image of Viago from his mind before it can take control.

"Yeah, keep away from that trifecta."

"So long as they aren't named Deacon!" Clifton blurts out, and he points a finger in Stu's direction like a warning, "watch out for that one, real piece of shi—trouble! Real piece of trouble."

"Aw, Deacon's alright," Stu chimes in, with a shrug of his own, and this time it's Clifton the one stopping with his pint of beer midway to his lips, "made me a scarf last week, I think it was sweet."

Dion chokes on his slice of pizza.

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thatqueercookie · 1 year

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Chapters: 11/? Fandom: What We Do in the Shadows (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Guillermo de la Cruz/Nandor the Relentless Characters: Nandor the Relentless (What We Do in the Shadows TV), Guillermo de la Cruz Additional Tags: Season 3 Finale, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Song Lyrics, On the Run, obligatory what if they got to travel the world fic, Sharing a Bed, First Kiss, Blood Drinking, Blow Jobs, First Time Blow Jobs, Come Swallowing, First Time, Loss of Virginity, Prostate Massage, Anal Sex, Bottom Guillermo de la Cruz, Top Nandor the Relentless (What We Do in the Shadows TV), Love Confessions, Drinking, Drunk Nandor the Relentless (What We Do in the Shadows TV), Murder Mystery, nobody has sex drunk!, Panic Attacks, Shower Sex, feeding each other, Lovey-Dovey Summary:

Nandor is going to turn Guillermo into a vampire when they get to the River Tigris. He meant what he said. What he hasn't told Guillermo is what happens after that.

#what we do in the shadows #wwdits #wwdits fx #wwdits tv #wwdits fic #wwdits fanfic #wwdits fanfiction #wwdits ao3 #nandermo #nandor the relentless #guillermo de la cruz #nandor x guillermo #nandermo fic

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friendofgandalf · 1 year

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I Wish You Well: Chapter 1 - A Wish (A WWDITS Amnesia Fic)

After Guillermo confides in Nandor that he’s been turned, Nandor acts rashly and runs to the Djinn. His wish doesn’t go as planned, however, and now Nandor has to deal with the aftermath.

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Length: 4,015 Chapters: 1/11 Rating: Eventually NSFW Nandermo.

This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. It wasn’t supposed to. There was a specific way this should’ve been done and, sure, maybe he didn’t know exactly what that was yet, but it most certainly wasn’t this.

Nandor was freaking out.

Guillermo was sitting across from him on the settee in the fancy room, slowly and kindly explaining that he was now a vampire. He didn’t have to though – all the evidence mocked him. His fanged flashed with every word. Nandor couldn’t take his eyes off them. He couldn’t hear his heart beating anymore either. How didn’t he notice that right away? The soft and constant thump of Guillermo’s heart had become a calming white noise to Nandor; one he dearly missed whenever it was absent. He’d never hear it again. How he wished he’d appreciated having a living, beating heart around before it was taken from him forever. Sure, he’d get another Familiar and yes, technically they would have a beating heart too – but it wasn’t the same. It would never be the same.

Nothing would ever be the same.

#nandermo #nandermo fanfic #girl help im in nandermo hell #guillermo x nandor #nandor the relentless #guillermo de la cruz #vampire guillermo #wwdits fanfic #wwdits #wwdits fanfiction #eventual smut #mutual pining #pov alternating #slow burn #what we do in the shadows #memory loss #be careful what you wish for

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spookymultimedia · 1 year

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Laszlo's beauty

Sean finds Laszlo's playing on his harp and confesses something personal to him

Takes place sometime after this fic

CW: the usual amount of sexual innuendos that are connected to Laszlo

Laszlo's harp sat untouched next to his piano gathering dust. The truth was Laszlo had completely forgotten about the thing. He would sit for hours on end strumming the harp with his skilled gentle hands that caused Nadja so much joy in private intimacy. He had found other hobbies to entertain his insatiable mind and had simply forgotten all about it until one night.

Laszlo walked the halls searching for something to distract him from the insolent demons in his mind that reminded him of the strange child he had lost. He had been reunited with his love whom he presumed to be deceased but at the cost of a child who he grew fond and protective over. He was relieved, yes, but tormented by the hurricane of emotions inside him. He found it harder than usual to concentrate and the nightmares became more and more frequent. Colin assured him his emotions were valid and real and the parental bond was very very real but yet he felt stupid. It was then he found himself looking at the harp that brought him comfort centuries ago. He brushed the harp and listened to the hum of noise it brought. He sat down and clumsily attempted to play the strings. The noise wasn't exactly a pretty one. It took him a minute or two to adjust and find the muscle memory his hands once held. Once he found his rhythm he closed his eyes and let his hands strum aimlessly on the strings, allowing it to silence his mind. Unbeknownst to Laszlo, Charmaine and Sean had payed a friendly visit to the mansion, which wasn't uncommon due to Nadja's amorous relationship to Sean's good lady wife. They had known their vampire status for quite awhile now and were quite calm about the information to everyone's surprise. Sean passed through the hallway behind Charmaine and Nadja as they talked and stopped when he heard the sound of a harp. It was quite a unique tune and Sean couldn't help his curiosity. The two ladies didn't even notice Sean had stopped. He followed the noise and found Laszlo seated at his harp. To a lover of music the sound was odd and not the most beautiful symphony but to Sean's amateur ears, it was wonderful. Laszlo was so lost in his own music that he didn't notice Sean stepping closer to him. Sean stood in awe at Laszlo and stared at his hands. He never noticed how nice his hands were. The shape, his rings and his polish was full of character and charm. His hands moved so effortlessly as if he was a wizard conjuring the tune with a spell. Laszlo's face was stern with concentration. Hair fell into his face making him look mysterious. His hair looked so soft. Sean wondered how nice it would feel to run his fingers through that raven hair. He wondered if King David looked this beautiful as he played his holy psalms on his harp as Laszlo did when he played. He felt glued to the spot, as if Laszlo's spell was keeping him grounded there.

"Holy shit," Sean breathed out. The sudden noise startled Laszlo, causing him to let out a short yelp and stiffen his shoulders. Sean backed away, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He let out a soft giggle. Laszlo relaxed and sighed.

"You're something else Laz."

Laszlo blinked up at him, "what?"

Sean stared back, blushing. A flood of words and desires filled his head, it felt impossible to say how he felt.

"You're beautiful," he said with a wistful smile. It was all he could say. Laszlo's jaw fell in shock.

"How- how you move your hands like that- it's fancy stuff," He smiled wider and stood behind Laszlo, close enough that the vampire could feel his breath on his neck which was doing wonders to his penis.

"Th- th- thank you," Laszlo stumbled on his words. It astonished Laszlo how easily he could take his breath away when it had left him centuries ago.

"Laszlo, I need to tell you something," he touched his cheek and moved his chin to face him. Laszlo grew limp and looked up at his best friend. He could hear his pal's heart racing.

"I think I'm in love with you," Sean with each word Sean grew more calm and giddy. Laszlo's jaw fell wider, "Really?"

"Yes. I'm sorry I was just so scared to say anything. I'm so sorry. You're precious to me. You know that don't you?"

Laszlo sat there stunned. Laszlo moved towards his face before becoming coy. He closed the gap and pecked Laszlo's lips. He grinned and looked at Laszlo's face. A huge smile crept on his face, he let out a gay chuckle before he suddenly dashed up into the air becoming a bat. He flew around in circles as Sean laughed at his ecstacy. He landed back in regular form and fell onto the couch. Sean ran up to him and hugged him.

"I love you!" Laszlo cried, "I love you so much. I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you, " he pulled Sean close and Sean ran his hands through his hair while kissing his forehead. Charmaine and Nadja looked at the two.

"FUCKING FINALLY!" they said at the same time and laughed at themselves.

"Wait you knew!!??" Nadja asked wide eyed.

"Obviously. He told me he had a crush. Poor Seanie is so shy about these things," Charmaine giggled.

"You're not upset?"

"No, I want them to date!" Charmaine scoffed. Charmaine walked up Sean and gave the couple a huge hug. Laszlo couldn't stop grinning.

Colin walked into the room, "What's going on in here?"

"Me and Sean are dating now!" Laszlo cried out.

"Well its about damn time," Colin cried back and shook his head and moved along. "Now it's Nandor's turn to confess."

Nadja looked at him, "What?"

"Oh nothing." Colin sang out as he left. Charmaine returned to her beloved's side and kissed her cheek, Nadja smirked down at her. Nadja felt so happy to see Laszlo happy with his favorite little guy. The two left Laszlo and Sean to be alone. Sean was resting over Laszlo's chest, feeling at his hair. "I'm sorry, am I too hands-y? I can stop."

"No, don't stop. "

Sean stroked his hair and breathed in his shoulder. They stayed cuddled like that for hours and once more was Laszlo's harp forgotten.

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Nandermo (Nandor the Relentless / Guillermo de la Cruz)

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Where The Heart Is - by orphan_account - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 1687

Summary: Nandor and Guillermo have a conversation on a bus.

Literally just me getting out my Feelings about the season finale.

not today - by colinrobinson - Rating: General - Words: 2074

Summary: Guillermo risks his life to protect Nandor’s dignity when the worldwide vampiric council members want to expose his body. Nandor ends up protecting Guillermo.

Week Three - by iysabeau - Rating: Mature - Words: 2629

Summary: They had kissed once. Once exactly three weeks and three days ago— Guillermo was keeping track. Three weeks and three days ago, Nandor pulled him close, entirely too caught up in the moment to consider the possible ramifications of kissing his familiar turned bodyguard.

He Wants - by Anonymous - Rating: Explicit - Words: 2904

Summary: Nandor masturbates thinking about Guillermo.

Chase the Morning - by eternalscout - Rating: Explicit - Words: 2986

Summary: What if the fight between Guillermo and Nandor had ended...differently?

Getting It Right - by sapphicjasper - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 3365

Summary: When it comes to relationships, Nandor holds himself to a high standard. He expects things to be perfect the first time around, but that's easier said than done.

Fortunately for Nandor, he can just hypnotize Guillermo to forget whenever he fails to meet his own expectations. It's a totally foolproof plan.

Taking Care of Himself - by tiredfangirl - Rating: Mature - Words: 3612

Summary: The first time Guillermo dragged a victim’s bloody, lifeless body down the stairs, the stench alone was enough to turn his stomach, never mind the gruesome work of corpse disposal and the moral bankruptcy of the whole affair.

At least, he mused later that night as he scraped his uneaten dinner into the trash, between the manual labor and the carcass-induced lack of appetite, maybe he’d finally manage to lose a few pounds before his new master made him a vampire.

Code of the Warrior - by Dracothelizard - Rating: Mature - Words: 4079

Summary: When the Guide summons the vampires to spar with Guillermo to prepare for a vampire attack, Guillermo is not surprised that Laszlo and Nadja have other ideas. He's also not surprised that Nandor is happy to fight him.

He is kind of surprised by the fact that fighting's such a turn-on for the both of them.

A Case of You - by sistermichael - Rating: Explicit - Words: 4219

Summary: Nandor knows you shouldn’t drink alone. Guillermo obliges.

(Commensal politics throughout Guillermo’s tenure as a familiar, including four-dollar Cab Sav, eleven years of half-truths, and what exactly happens when a vampire bites you.)

Living in an Age That Calls Darkness Light - by holograms - Rating: Mature - Words: 4224

Summary: His friends want to help him, but the only problem is them. Friends don't lock friends into cages and offer only icky blood to eat. He is fine. Everything is alright!

(Nandor is not alright.)

Lost in Translation - by undercovercryptid - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 4435

Summary: Nandor the Relentless has been suppressing his feelings for his familiar for so long that he has almost forgotten they are there. Nandor's ghost, on the other hand, has no such problem...

all the spells we cast without trying - by ghostoftonantzin - Rating: Explicit - Words: 4478

Summary: “Okay, yeah, I can draw you a bath.” Guillermo reached for the tap. He paused. “Wait. You don’t mean we should take a bath together, do you?”

“Of course that is what I mean, Guillermo. This bathing pool is far too large for one person! It would be a waste of water if you filled it up and then just dumped it out.”

Be Kind, Rewind - by SeptSapphire - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 5237

Summary: Nandor’s not great at talking about his feelings. Luckily, every time he screw up a confession, he just makes Guillermo forget it. He’ll get it right eventually.

There’s just one minor problem with this plan: Guillermo, unbeknownst to him, has developed an immunity to mind wiping.

set me off, see what i'm worth - by arielmagicesi - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 6130

Summary: When Guillermo rescues Nandor from the wellness center, Nandor lashes out at him and tells him that he knows about Guillermo's romantic feelings and that they are pathetic. Guillermo continues to try and repress his feelings about all that while Nandor receives therapy in the basement.

tell me i’m a bad man, kick me like a stray - by partiallyobscure - Rating: Explicit - Words: 6482

Summary: Nandor can’t get that fucking slap out of his head. He tries and tries and tries to get Guillermo to do it again, until finally, he makes an attempt in the Chamber of Judgement.

Little does he know that Guillermo isn’t planning on letting him off easily. Getting him off, however, is an entirely different matter.

Break The Fall - by allineedisaquill - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 6664

Summary: After the accident, Guillermo goes home to recouperate. Meanwhile, shaken from the wake-up call of his familiar's mortality, Nandor is forced to confront his feelings and find a way to apologise.

(Set directly during and after 1x04 - Manhattan Night Club.)

What We Do For Love - by miscfics (twowritehands) - Rating: Explicit - Words: 7021

Summary: In the aftermath of Guillermo's big slayer secret coming to light, Nandor has his secrets, too.

Why Guillermo isn't a Vampire

Five times Guillermo bled in front of Nandor accidentally (and the one time it was on purpose) - by ColorMeHappy - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 9451

Summary: Moments from times which Guillermo had to deal with bleeding in front of Nandor the consequences of it, and the one time that maybe he bled a little bit on purpose.

if i die here tonight, i die in my sleep - by arielmagicesi - Rating: Mature - Words: 10509

Summary: “Fine!” Guillermo said, standing up. “Well, if you’re not going to help me, I’m going to find someone who will. There’s gotta be some sort of crew on this boat-”

“Oh, no, you don’t!” Nadja shouted, pushing him back down into the box. He yelped in surprise. “You are not alerting the crew to the fact that they have a chubby little stowaway-” Guillermo stood back up, glaring at her. “Well, I’m getting back to shore somehow, so-” “And how the fuck are you going to explain your presence on this boat to the humans up there?” “I’ll figure something out! I have to!” “No, you fucking don’t!” “You don’t get it! Nandor is all alone-” “Oh, I don’t get it? You think I don’t get it? You think I don’t get having a huge fucking idiot for a husband who does piss-brained stunts if he gets a bad feelings instead of talking about them? Because that is the very situation I am in right now!”

there is a shortage in the blood supply (but there is no shortage of blood) - by zarya - Rating: Explicit - Words: 11199

Summary: Something has to go pretty wrong in your life, Guillermo supposes, for you to reach a point where you’re doing heavy mental calculus to determine whether there's romantic subtext behind your boss’s offer to help you dispose of a corpse.

What We Do When The Cameras Aren't Watching - by cortexikid - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 25869

Summary: “Bit cliché though, isn’t it?”

The witch smirked at him.

"You, a vampire, falling in love with Guillermo, a human. It’s been done to death. Excuse the pun.”

If Nandor’s heart were still alive, it would have stopped dead.

—with mortal pangs - by BucketofWater - Rating: Explicit - Words: 38260

Summary: Five times Guillermo is injured in front of Nandor.

Or, five times that Nandor is reminded of the fragility of humans.

SERIES

Drop of Blood - by atenebrae - Words: 14495 - 3 Parts (1 is General, 2 and 3 are Teen and Up)

Accidental Baby Acquistion - by cosmicocean - Words: 27318 - 3 Parts (All Mature)

Nandor Relentlessly Conquers it All - by certified_swamp_witch, doyoushipwhoiship, enter_the_gloaming, Jay_the_bird, Nandors Wizard Hat (enter_the_gloaming), orphan_account, ReinaZanahoria, singing_to_shipwreck, TsundereClouds, UpstartCrow42, walkwithursus - Words: 53718 - 3 Parts (All Mature)

Hell’s Heart - by uv_duv - Words: 78769 - 10 Parts (All Explicit)

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