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honey-boyyoongi · 1 year

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Pairing ➪ Reader x Yoongi||Part 53//??

Word count ➪ 2.7k

Warnings ➪ it’s not beta-ed; any mistakes are mine; cursing; alcohol; toxic family dynamics; if your name is crossed out it’s because I couldn’t tag you;

Summary ➪ Min Yoongi, is a simple man. He likes his coffee black and iced, he enjoys his job, and he loves his baby girl. But what happens when the new neighbor, quite literally, drops into his life?

A/n: Hey besties. Here’s a new one for y’all. I swear we’re not always gonna be angsty, but let’s be real it’s gonna be like this for a bit. Also thank you to all the besties that binge read this fic and WWDITS and my other works. I really appreciate y’all 💕 As always feedback is appreciated and if you want to be added to the tag list please let me know 💕

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Bee

16:55

I’m dropping Haneul off with Seokjin.

18:01

You can let yourself in.

Yoongi had spent hours in agony trying to muster up a proper apology. His brothers had given him the scolding of a lifetime. He knew his hyung never said he was disappointed in him, out loud, but Jungkook was another issue. His younger brother didn’t have to verbalize his disappointment, his attitude said it all. Jungkook was communicating the bare minimum needed, his face was always neutral. Yoongi felt like he deserved the youngest’s cold treatment.

They talked as they worked. Yoongi felt like he hadn't spoken to his friends intimately in a long time. Seokjin had offered to be there as a neutral party, but they decided it was a conversation best done alone. His hyung decided to look after Hanuel instead, offering that she spend the night, in case Yoongi needed space afterwards. His brothers helped straighten his thoughts out, suggesting he make a list of his major points as to prevent any further miscommunication. Jungkook also encouraged him to be honest about his parents, Minji, and his feelings about her, if he felt comfortable of course.

Yoongi wanted to stall going home, but his brothers had left as soon as they finished their part. Seokjin would go to his place first to receive Hani, while Jungkook picked up Jinwoo. He wanted to get lost in the pile of paperwork in front of him, but it was useless. No matter how much he wanted to avoid the situation, it would still be there the longer he stayed sitting in his office.

Yoongi had spent the drive home calming himself down. He knew he fucked up by lashing out, and he’s not above admitting his wrong doings when he’s called out on his shit. He just hopes it’s not too late to fix things.

___ has been stress cleaning her house for the last few hours. She had even made it into a game with Haneul, and the toddler enjoyed feeling included. An hour in Hani retreated into her favorite corner on the sectional, burrito wrapped in her favorite halloween blanket. By 5:15 pm Seokjin was waving her off with Hani on his hip.

By 5:54 pm Bee had vacuumed her living room, rearranged her cutlery, fixed her spice cabinet, made two types of tea, and stress screeched. At first she was dead-set on refusing to speak with Yoongi, but after seeing her tweet, Jungkook texted her:

“He knows he fucked up, we’ve told him why, and how he fucked up. You guys need to talk. You don’t have to forgive him afterwards, but let him explain some things to you. I’m not excusing him, or trying to apologize for him.”

Knowing Jungkook was in her corner made Bee confident. She’d hear Yoongi out for her best friend’s sake, but after this she was sure she’d be avoiding him for a while. By 6:10 pm the dial tones of her door being unlocked alerted her of Yoongi’s arrival. Bee heard the rustle of paper bags, and clashing containers. She could hear the older man flicking his shoes off, and his keys jingling. It felt like any other night when they would eat dinner together; Lo-fi was gently playing in the background, Bee had cleaned up Hani’s play corner, and was wondering if take-out or a big bowl of cereal was going to be tonight’s dinner.

Yoongi walked into Bee’s living room, sleeves rolled up and wrinkled, two big paper bags, and his black tote bag. He quasi-lifted the bags, “Sorry for being late. I brought chinese food, and some soju to help us be a little less tense.” ___ nodded in acknowledgement, making her way to her kitchen to grab cups.

They ate their dinner in silence, little butterflies fluttering in ___’s tummy because Yoongi had remembered her order, and that she preferred peach soju. Neither of them had opened a bottle yet, opting to save them for when their talk would officially begin. Bee pushed her spicy orange chicken around, noticing Yoongi wasn’t faring any better. He had yet to touch his sweet and sour pork, or his black bean noodles. Neither of them could pretend to have appetites.

___ put their containers back into the take out bags, double checking that the containers were properly sealed. She came back with the chilled bottles of soju, pouring a shot for herself and Yoongi. Bee nodded at him, mumbling a small ‘cheers' downing the large shot. She cringed, waiting for Yoongi to drink his.

Yoongi hesitated, but eventually drank the initial large shot, and quickly drank another. It looked like ___ wasn’t the only one who needed liquid courage to get through tonight. “I’m sorry,” Yoongi croaked, “I shouldn’t have lashed out at you. I shouldn’t have said that you weren’t my friend. I shouldn’t have said anything horrible to you.”

“Why did you,” she asked.

Yoongi sighed, “I haven’t been entirely honest with what’s been going on with my parents. We got into a fight, well my mother and I did.”

“What does that have to do with what you said,” Bee quipped. She poured herself another shot, wanting to keep up with the older man.

Yoongi watched her drink her second shot. He waited for her glass to be placed down to pour another one for the both of them. They clinked their glasses together, mumbling small ‘cheers’. “Remember when I told you about Hani’s birth mom?” ___ nodded. “Well, that was the short, non-shit show version of it.” The older man poured her another shot, drinking his straight from the bottle to get the remnants. “What’s the shit show version, “she asked as she drank her fourth shot.

Her friend scoffed, “The shit show version? Currently I'm still living it.” Yoongi slouched further onto the floor, back meeting her couch at a curve. “Minji, and I had known each other for a year when she found out she was pregnant. We had been freshly broken up, maybe a month or so when she told me. It was too late for a termination, so she decided to tell me of what she planned. Originally, she was going to give up Hani for adoption. While I respected her choice of not wanting to be a parent, I didn’t want that. I asked for full custody of my daughter. It took a while for her to accept, but she agreed. Around the fourth month mark, when she started to show, we agreed that we had to tell my parents. We did, well, Minji did for the most part. Mom couldn’t fathom a woman not wanting to keep her child, so she tried to convince Minji to stay.”

“Is that why your mom hates me? She thinks I’m trying to replace Hani’s mom,” Bee says. Yoongi shakes his head in disapproval, “You can’t replace what she never had.”

“Your mom seems to think so,” she replied.

“My mom,” Yoongi starts, “My mother is complicated. She thinks she knows best, even if you explain to her why you’re choosing to do something and how it's better for you, she still believes she’s in the right.” The older man reaches over for an unopened bottle of soju, wanting to pour himself another shot before he gets to the nitty, gritty parts.

The pair drink another two drinks back to back to continue. “Mom begged, pleaded, attempted to compromise with Minji, but she wouldn’t change her mind. I always told mom to back off, this was Minji’s choice and we should respect it.”

“Were you ever scared that Minji would change her mind,” ___ asked.

“Yes, and no,” Yoongi answered. “Back then I would’ve been ecstatic if Minji had wanted to co-parent. We would’ve figured it out, somehow. More than anything I feared that she would give in to what my mom wanted, at the time it was for her to stay against her will. Mom wanted us to be a ‘family’. I think she was trying to save face.”

“What do you mean?”

“Remember when I told you about my grandparents not really being there for my aunt and mom,” Yoongi brought up. Bee nodded, egging him to continue. “Mom had to raise my aunt. My grandmother was always working, and doing who knows what, with whomever she decided was her date for the week. Now those are my mom’s words not mine. From what I’ve always been able to tell, mom always craved some form of validation that she didn’t get from my grandparents.”

“What about her father?”

Yoongi shrugged, “Dunno, s’far as I know mom’s dad wasn’t really there either. Mom said he was always working too. Grandma got remarried sometime around them being older, not really sure, we stopped talking to her when I was really young. I don’t remember much of her. Grandpa passed before I was born, so I never met him.”

“M’sorry,” Bee whispered. Yoongi reached over for the soju once more, “S’kay.” While he was busy, ___ took a moment to really look at the older man. His face had grown flush from how quickly they were ingesting the alcohol. His button up, which is usually crisp, is wrinkled. His left thumbnail has been picked at, and his hair is disheveled. Bee stands up from the floor, a bit wobbly at that, making her way to get her band aid kit. She comes back signaling Yoongi to sit on the couch instead of the hard floor. ___ cleans the picked nails, reminding herself to be gentle every time Yoongi hisses at the sting of the disinfectant wipe. She finishes him off with some hello kitty band aids, specially chosen for her by her niece. “There, now, please stop picking at them. It's bad for you, and Hanuel could pick up the habit,” she says.

Yoongi nodded, pouting like a scolded child, inspecting his bandages. “Thank you. I’ve been trying to stop. These are cute, did you get them because of Hani?” ___ shook her head, “Nope. My niece likes to give me random things sometimes; rocks, drinks with cute bottles, stickers, cute band aids. She’s like a penguin.” The older man smiled, taking in the little designs, “I like them, might steal them from you.”

___ scoffed, “The hell you will, those are MY special band aids. You’re lucky I even let you have some.” She watched as Yoongi let out a jovial laugh, “Okay, okay, I get it they’re yours.” In the midst of that Bee hadn’t realized how close she’d gotten to Yoongi. Their thighs were pressed against each other, shoulders were clashing, and she could feel the heat coming off of him. This close up she could see his beauty marks, as well as imperfections on his skin. His eyes were a beautiful color of chocolate brown, and were even more charming with his eyes having mismatching lids. His lips were glossy, a bit bitten, and rosy. In the last few months of knowing the older man he’d grown his hair out to his shoulders, and it drove her crazy with how good it looked on him. He’d put it up in a half bun, from how often it bothered him, but he refused to cut it. His face creeped closer, and she could smell the alcohol and mint from his daily gum chewing. She wanted to give in, to kiss the handsome man in front of her. Get lost in each other for the night hoping that it would solve everything, but it wasn’t just them, they had Haneul to think about.

___ turned away, picking up the trash from helping Yoongi. The older man sighed, “M’sorry, we shouldn’t be doing that.” Bee nodded in agreement, “Continue with your story.”

Yoongi leaned his head back, trying to remember, “Where were we?” “Minji and 50/50 custody,” ___ answered. He snapped his fingers in response, “Right! So, mom couldn’t fathom a woman, or anyone not wanting to be a parent, she was determined to change Minji’s mind. Obviously that didn’t happen. In the last months of her pregnancy my mom tried to convince Minji that everyone is scared, blah, blah, blahh. It got to the point where my mother told me, not asked, that she would be taking custody of my daughter.”

___ stared at her older friend in surprise, “What? You can’t be serious?”

“As a heart attack dude,” he replied. “It didn’t help that I had fought with her a few days before.”

“Was it over Minji,” Bee asked.

“No,” Yoongi answered, “Remember how I said my aunt has control issues?” ___ shrugged, a little confused, but it could also be the soju not helping her memory, “I don’t, but not to sound disrespectful, if she’s anything like your mother I don’t need the runthrough.”

Yoongi splayed himself across the couch, making sure his head was facing Bee, “If you think my mom is a handful, oof, my auntie is worse. Anyways, I got into a fight with my mom over my auntie being too controlling over my cousins, I’ll tell you about that another day, but the gist of it was me feeling like my mom was trying to control my decisions. Even though I had already made a plan, was executing that plan, and had made that plan with Minji. That fight led my mother into telling me she would take custody of Hani until me and Minji got our shit together. Which made me angry, obviously, I’m a grown man, I knew what I was doing. Knowing my mother we would never get Hani back until we met her terms. She tried until the last moment to convince Minji, but thankfully she never changed her mind. The first 6 or so months of Hanuel’s life, my parents were not involved at all. Ever since I allowed, sorry, ever since my mother decided she would ‘forgive me for not taking her advice’, it has been an annoying fight of back and forth. She was always trying to push the boundaries I set, and I would push back. It hadn’t gotten as bad as it did then, than the current fight we’re in. She’s demanded custody of Hani a handful of times because I won't listen to her.”

___ felt her throat dry a bit, feeling guilty, “I’m sorry being friends with me has caused so many issues with your parents.”

Yoongi waved his hand in dismissal. “The issues with my mother have been ongoing for gods know how long. Don’t feel bad.”

“Is that why you got mad at me,” she asked, “because I didn’t give you a choice?”

The older man nodded slightly, “I know you were truly only trying to help me, but it made me feel frustrated. I know what you did is completely different from my mother’s actions, but for a moment I felt like I was back in my parent’s kitchen being told that my daughter wouldn’t be with me. I’m sorry for lashing out at you.”

Bee sniffled, “It’s okay, it’s not, but I understand now. I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable. I just wanted to help because I care about Haneul, and about you. I didn’t want you getting stressed out over your work, and Hani being uncomfortable at your office.”

“I’m also sorry for saying you’re not my friend,” he adds. “I don’t know what to call what we are, we’ve gone past being friends.”

“Heh, platonic besties raising a kid,” ___ jokes.

Yoongi chortled, “Sure, why not. Actually, Jungkookie and Jinnie Hyung would probably fight us over that title.”

“Aren’t they dating? I swear Kookie spends more time at Seokjin’s than at his place,” she asks.

“So get this…”

They spent the rest of the night trying to figure out if their respective best friends are somehow more, apologizing to each other, and Yoongi spilling his family’s dirty laundry. Not once did they dare speak about the quasi-kiss, but it made ___ more aware of the older man’s lingering stares. The way he clinged to her every word, and how his body leaned more into her. They didn’t know what they were, but they didn’t need to know now. They’d figure it out, eventually.

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parttimesarah · 10 months

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💜My immediate thoughts on WWDITS FX S5E3💚

* Yana Gorskaya always directs the BEST Nandermo episodes!

* I love that we got a fresh, more subtle, “SeanaaAaAaAAy”

* Guillermo’s interview sitting in his footlocker is so sweet! It’s a reminder that Nandor bought him something he really wanted and that Nandor is responsible, in this small way, for helping Guillermo feel more like a vampire.

* Guillermo standing behind Nandor when Sean and Charmaine are in the fancy room is just a subtle reminder of how dedicated Guillermo remains to Nandor. He is not abandoning him.

* I WANT BOTH OF THOSE SEAN SHIRTS!

* AWWWW Nandor, your crush is showing, bb!

* Guillermo’s super speed was… lacking. He seems less strong than when he was slaying/bodyguarding in S2, 3, and 4. Maybe it’s because he is further away from being his true self. Laszlo saying that the turning has been “stymied”, to me, lends credence to the idea that Nandor’s blood could kickstart its completion. Guillermo will come into his full strength when he is finally united with Nandor for eternity.

* I gotta admit, it feels a bit like they just needed to find something for Natasia to be doing. I think she did a great job with the physical performance, but I don’t know how much her/the doll’s story here was needed.

* “Soft after two pumps”, Nandor? Could it be because you’ve just been thinking of Guillermo (the djinn’s wish) while not being with Guillermo. That issue will go away 👏 once 👏 you 👏 are 👏 with 👏 Guillermo!!!

* Nandor demanding he “is wanted” as a reason to spend time with Guillermo (and Laszlo) during their experiments was so telling. Like he needed to hear Laszlo say he is a powerful hypnotist to be happy, he needs to audibly hear that he is actually wanted, even if he’s the one saying it. Guillermo saying “I chose you. I want you.” is going to make this babygirl cream his jeans velvet robes.

* Nandor looking at Guillermo before saying he can fly higher than Laszlo is another obvious tell that he is only concerned with Guillermo’s opinion of him. He is searching for that validation!

* “Grey Boy” is such a good nickname for CR 😂

* Laszlo calling Guillermo “dear boy” is a huge compliment when you consider how their relationship in the series began. Laszlo may not show it (cuz it takes him a long time to show his emotions), but he does care for Guillermo’s wellbeing.

* Awwww Laszlooooo, look at you out living your best beach boy life! I’d say that red face’s sunburn would be worth it! It is interesting that Laszlo is able to take strength from Guillermo. Sure, it’s something Guillermo doesn’t sacrifice anything to give away (just some hours on the treadmill), but the metaphor of using Guillermo’s self-defined weakness (he hasn’t been turned well enough, he isn’t vampiric enough) to help bring a vampire joy is actually quite lovely

* Nandor admitted it! OMFG! I was SO ready for him to deny deny deny that he was just trying to impress Guillermo but HE DIDN’T! Honestly, I still can’t believe it.

* Not the TikTok trainspotting guy Nandor Cam 😂. As I watched Nandor slowly going further and further up, I kept trying to imagine what he was saying to himself in his mind. It had to be something about wanting to outshine Laszlo so that Guillermo will stay with him forever. And then maybe his (usually blissfully empty) mind would have led him to say “Well, there is one way I could make sure we’re together forever…”

* Charmaine’s face when Laszlo said how much Sean has tried to kiss him. 👀 Might we see a jealous Charmaine??

* Naked Nandy! GOOD LORD! Thank you writers. Thank you, Yana.

* What does the Guillermo cough with the smoke mean?! It might have just been his breath in the cold, but it really looked like a bit of smoke or steam escaped him upon seeing his master naked (and with the djinn-dick). He still protected his Master though, even with the surprise, and that tending behavior was sweet. **UPDATE: I don’t watch with subtitles, so I missed the fact that Guillermo said “Oh my God” and then he coughed some smoke. That’s so perfect!**

* The jalopy lives and it looked great! But the best part of the parade was seeing Guillermo being so cute and happy. Yes, he’s owning his identity, but he also knows that Nandor will literally go to space for him!

* And as for that end credits scene…Nonononononononononononononono

#what a rollercoaster #wwdits s5 spoilers #wwdits s5 #wwdits s5e3 #I am overall LOVING this season so far #I do hope Nadja’s plot gets more grounded #but the Nandor-Guillermo-Laszlo dynamic is ON POINT #this was THE most Nandermo-heavy episode EVER!#THANK YOU YANA!!!!#wwdits #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows fx #wwdits fx #nandermo

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toadminako · 2 years

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I watched the leaked WWDITS S4 episodes 9 and 10 and I’m now going to word-vomit out my thoughts, but I’ll do it under the cut ‘cause I got manners. DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE SPOILED

Well… That was a bummer.

OK, let’s list the things I did like about the final 2 episodes first:

Al Roberts is a sweetheart as Freddie and gets to do some very funny comedy with what happens in the back half of episode 9.

We get lots more Guide and Nadja (Guidja?) scenes. They’re so delightful together, I love Kristen Schaal and we get to see Nadja being a messy bitch a falling all over the place again.

Laszlo’s empty-nest desperation at child-Colin growing up is funny, sweet, sad and well-acted. Matt Berry really getting to show his acting chops again for this finale.

But here’s the thing…

I get that, narrative-wise, Nandor would have to do something terrible to drive Guillermo away properly; they set that up immediately in episode one that Guillermo was already set to leave and was just holding on to help with the wedding and raising Colin. But the awful thing that Nandor does is just… Too awful, in my opinion?

It’s a thoughtless thing to do to Guillermo, yes (and thoughtless in a way that seems more in-character for season 1-2 Nandor, not season 4 Nandor) but it’s a HORRIBLE thing to do to Marwa, like it has genuinely upset me. She had her personality slowly chipped away at, only to finally be subsumed into a different person entirely. An almost textbook example of “death of personality”.

I get that she was always going to be a side-character and more an accessory to Nandor’s arc this season, but we saw little glimpses of her finding things she loved for herself (watching Mamma Mia with the girls) and little glimmers of her fighting back against Nandor (locking him out of the man-cave) and now she doesn’t even get the chance to escape and live her own life? What the FUCK man?

Yes I know the cast are all goofy serial killers, but what happens to Marwa – being Djinned out of existence after we’ve got to know her, even if only a little bit – just leaves a nasty taste in my mouth. I hope this plot thread returns in some way and we get to see the real Marwa come back in some form.

I just wanted some kind of actualisation for Nandor, some recognition of what he actually wants and what he actually needs to change about himself. I’m not saying I wanted a Nandermo kiss, but I at least wanted Nandor to have a genuine moment of realisation. Not even realising what he feels for Guillermo is love necessarily, but at least realising that he values Guillermo as more than just a familiar-friend-bodyguard-best-man. He makes some very stupid attempts at making amends at the end of ep 9, but by ep 10 he’s just regressed to being an aloof asshole which is what finally drives Guillermo away. If they were going to follow through on his character development in season 3 and 4, he should at least have offered to make Guillermo a vampire, or held out some other genuine olive branch to him (like he tried to do at the end of S3).

They really appeared to be setting up an “Oh” moment for Nandor (how much sweeter they are together for much of the season, the dick wish, Marwa-as-Nandor kissing Guillermo), then just totally dropped the ball and made Nandor do something that seems uncharacteristically selfish, even for him.

And I GET it, we need the impetus for Guillermo to leave and find someone else to make him a vampire. And I DO like that they’re finally acknowledging that Guillermo knows plenty of vampires willing to turn him. And I LOVE that we’re probably going to be seeing more of Derek in the future but…

Yeah. I’m disappointed.

“Guillermo might finally be turned” is a great cliffhanger, but honestly? After how they totally wasted the “Guillermo and Nadja go to London” cliffhanger in season 3, I’m not sure I trust them fully to follow through on it.

TLDR: I am dissatisfied by this finale, and depressed by that.

#I'll review my thoughts when the episodes air #but my initial reaction is :\#most of season 4 has been superb so this is a downer note to leave it on #wwdits #wwdits s4 #wwdits leaks #wwdits spoilers #wwdits s4 leaks #wwdits s4 spoilers

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cookinguptales · 1 year

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wwdits tarot: the fool

Well, now that I've finished tarot weekend… time to talk about my WWDITS tarot ideas!

I wrote a couple posts about how I would assign a few of the major arcana if I were making a WWDITS tarot deck, and a few people asked me for my thoughts for the rest of the deck.

And… I’m down! I collect tarot decks and studied tarot in college, so I’m a giant nerd about this shit. I’ll be happy to talk to you about my ideas.

(Just remember that you asked for this.)

Because some of these are fairly complex, I decided to just do one meta post per card so I can talk about both the card symbolism and the character in question. Some are gonna be simple and silly, others will have quite a bit of thought behind them. I'm working off the Rider-Smith-Waite tarot for this, like most decks do, so that's the imagery I'll be discussing.

So uh. Yeah. Let’s get started with 0. The Fool.

(under a cut bc this is long and has images)

You might think I’m going too literal with this one, but I promise everything I’m about to say will make sense when I’m done. For The Fool, I’ve chosen Sean Rinaldi.

You might be thinking I’ve done this because Sean is kind of a dopey character. Foolish, if you will.

NO.

The Fool in tarot is a card of fresh beginnings, innocence, and infinite potential. The imagery is usually of a young man starting out on a journey. He’s young and carefree and naive. He hasn’t had the experience he’ll have soon, and he doesn’t know what’s coming — but he's ready to find out.

I chose Sean because in many ways, his friendship with the vampires has given him a new lease on life. The Sean we saw at the beginning of 2.03 was tired and irritable. He’d lost a lot of the innocent happiness and optimism he’d had when he was younger, as well as the kindness and affection that had accompanied it. Charmaine pretty much said as much when she talked about what a great guy he’d been when they were dating.

But after getting his brain scramblied, Sean really was able to take fresh new steps into a life he was living as if for the first time. And since then, he’s managed to get new friends, new business opportunities (more… or less…), new adventures, etc. He’s come to love the vampires and be loved in return. He has a great relationship with his wife and his friends. He’s happy, and there’s a sort of carefree spring in his step that suits The Fool well.

Unlike a character like Guillermo, who had infinite potential at the beginning of the series but has already made quite a bit of progress through his journey, Sean still feels fresh, new, and full of possibility. He’s literally pretty foolish and silly, yes, but he’s also just beginning to dip his toes into this supernatural world — and I strongly suspect that he’ll end up in there pretty deep by the end of the series.

There’s also a sense that there’s more to Sean than has been fully revealed, especially regarding his ability to withstand hypnosis, and I think we’re really just starting to see his journey unfold.

He approaches the vampires with friendly naïveté and seems to enjoy new activities — as long as they don’t get too scary. Even though he’s constantly getting into weird, dangerous, and scary situations (like… bankruptcy) he seems to bounce back with an enviable enthusiasm and joy.

In addition to all that, The Fool (archetypally speaking) is a figure that seems silly and naive but has a tendency to be able to see things more keenly than others and is able to speak truth in situations where others aren't allowed. I think Sean slides rather neatly into this as well; not only can he resist hypnosis more and more as the show goes on, sometimes he'll say something remarkably perceptive — and you have to wonder how much he's really picking up on what's going on around him.

(Plus... I just think it’s really funny that the Rider-Waite-Smith card has a little puppy on it and he reacted so very badly to the vampires' “puppy pile”. RIP my sweet cheese, my rotten soldier, my good-time boy.)

So if I were to design a card with Sean... The Fool is usually on a cliff with his bindle, and the imagery reminds me a lot of Sean's look during The Pine Barrens. The gun over his shoulder and the way he's dressed for a journey, a little companion at his side... I think I'd try to adopt some of that imagery but I'd add in some bats for good measure.

IN CONCLUSION, due to his relationship with the vampires, Sean has become what is essentially a blank slate that is constantly being wiped clean. But he seems happy that way, naive and fresh and thrilled with the world, and his story — his new story — is just getting started.

Tune in next time for The Magician!

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#wwdits #wwdits meta #sean rinaldi #wwdits tarot thoughts #I have a notepad with all 22 of these already written down y'all like I have THOUGHT about this

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ectokelpeigh · 2 years

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Sorry if this went through twice - had some technical difficulties.

had some time to think about your wwdits x dp while moving firewood, and got some very vague ideas.

(I’ve seen the original movie and the spinoff focusing around the cops. I’ll watch the USA version at some point. Probably.)

Concept one - focused around wellington paranormal: danny gets yoinked through a portal into wellington, floats around a bit confused, gets seen and gets the cops called on him. he ends up getting taken back to the station - someone gives him a really oversized police jacket because NZ cold. I can’t remember where I was going with this because at this point a spider crawled out of the wood I was holding and derailed my entire train of thought.

I think I just wanted him to see the “the New Zealand Police: way nicer than the American Police” sign and start cracking up in the middle of an interrogation.

Probably also the use of this dialogue;

“Do we actually have any reason to detain him? Was he actually breaking any laws?”

“He was floating. That breaks the laws of physics. That’s a law, isn’t it?”

Concept two - focused more around the original wwdits movie: Danny, Sam and Tucker are in NZ on a trip for some reason. Tucker says that Wellington is seen as a supernatural hotspot, so they decide to go have a look. They’re not really expecting much, but they go clubbing and run into like 5 vampires, six werewolves and a zombie, who are all pretty chill and just out enjoying the nightlife so no fighting is necessary.

Borrowing the other anon’s idea of Sam getting mistaken for a vampire - both she and Danny get invites to the Unholy Masquerade. Tucker’s salty that he didn’t get an invite, so they bring him as a plus-one. Not sure what happens next ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“Breaks the laws of physics” OH MY GOD please yes

Okay first thing’s first: I admittedly background-viewed a couple episodes of WP and it was a while ago. I’ll change that soon but for now I’m working with limited exposure

I love the idea of concerned authorities shoving a big coat on Danny because you know that dummy is going to protest the whole time, but he’s not going insist that he’s fine because he’s a ghost and he’s got literal ice powers and doesn’t mind the cold. No, he’s going to get defensive because he’s from the American Midwest and it gets really fucking cold there too, he’s used to it. Idk what it is about Americans that we’re terminally committed to proving how harsh our weather gets and how tough we are for it. I just know Danny is not at all immune to this in my mind

The best part of this is of course the WPD has absolutely no means of forcing Danny to come back to the station or put on a coat. No ghost weapons or containment devices, just mother-henning this whiny glowing floating kid into grudging compliance. He’s in the back of a cruiser with his arms crossed and he’s heaving put-upon sigh after sigh. But not once does he even attempt to phase out of the vehicle. Maybe this is after Sam, Danny, and Tucker have been out clubbing a little bit. The WPD either didn't notice/bother with the rest of the supernatural beings. He was the only one not dressed appropriately for the weather and tunnel vision took over

Of course one has to wonder if the WPD even registers that this kid is clearly a ghost, or do they hear his accent and think “maybe some Americans glow and float and have echo-y voices”

The trio would be so underwhelmed by the Unholy Masquerade, and it would be so refreshing to them. There’s so much drama in Danny’s life I imagine that silly little party is a breath of fresh air

I just had this idea where Phantom is invited as the guest of honor because the gossip grapevine says that he’s the Ghost King. And who wouldn’t want the Ghost King at the Unholy Masquerade, hmm?

Of course there’s no such thing as a Ghost King but who is Danny to pass up on this opportunity? Cue Danny using his super cringe Hero Voice trying to appear ~royal and refined~, and even bringing a stupid costume crown. Lucky for him the WWDITSverse vamps are generally ridiculous enough to buy it hook line and sinker. Or they assume Americans be crazy. Either way.

Tucker is upset that he doesn’t get an invitation but Danny and Sam hatch an idea to go in without him at first, scope out the scene, and Danny will sneak Tucker in if he and Sam think the scene seems safe enough.

The night gets off to a good start, and Danny grabs Tucker from outside. But once Tucker opens his mouth and tries a cheesy pick-up line on another partygoer, and he’s picked out as a virgin even quicker than poor Stu. From there it’s pretty much like the movie, except escaping is much easier since Danny can just make himself, Sam, and Tucker intangible and fly them out. But hoo boy he and Sam do not stop laughing for a loooooong time over Sam passing as a vampire (in a room of vampires!) better than Tucker can pass as a person with any game whatsoever

#danny phantom #klo #dp x wwdits #crossovers #wwdits #the dp trio is aged up here. just a disclaimer

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chelsfic · 4 years

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Unseemly Desire, or Nandor's Season of Self-Discovery - Nandor x Guillermo Fanfic

Sequel to I Fell into Fantasy | WWDITS Masterlist

Summary: In which Nandor tries to convince everyone, including himself, that he does not have any unseemly feelings for his familiar.

A/N: I couldn't decide on a serious title or a goof title, so I went with both. Thanks so much to Spiff from the Nandermo server for helping me workshop this idea. After I wrote "I Fell into Fantasy" I just kept thinking about how Nandor would spin into denial and the angst that would ensue. Then I woke up this morning with the idea of an axe throwing competition?? And now we're here?

Oh, yeah....this is a multi-chapter fic *flops around the floor helplessly*

Warnings/Tags: Angst, mutual pining, Eventual smut, Blood drinking, Toxic Masculinity in the Ottoman Empire, Repressing feelings, Axe throwing...the usual

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Nandor wakes to the sound of his familiar quietly shuffling about the crypt, no doubt lighting the dozens of candles that line the room. The vampire shifts inside his coffin, frowning at the sticky feel of dried seed on the inside of his trousers. He’d gone to bed that morning with a powerful desire still coursing through his veins along with Guillermo’s sweet, virgin blood. The mere memory of last night’s feeding is enough to stir him once more and he growls, driving the heel of his palm against his crotch to stifle his reaction.

“Master? Are you alright?” Guillermo’s voice is sweet and tentative.

“I’m fine! Why would you ask such a thing?” he snaps irritably, then in a softer voice, “Is it safe to open my coffin now, Guillermo?”

In answer Guillermo cracks the lid, easily lifting the solid weight after years of practice. His master sits up quickly, tugging at the bottom of his loose nightshirt in an effort to cover the obvious stain on the front of his pants.

“Good evening, master,” Guillermo greets with his usual respectful subservience.

Good. Perhaps he won’t have to work too hard at reestablishing the boundaries he’d so savagely torn down the night before. It’s imperative that Nandor reminds his familiar of his place within the household and, especially, within their...relationship. His reaction to drinking Guillermo’s blood was shameful and he does not want his familiar getting any high ideas about a romance with his master.

He knows--how could he not?--of Guillermo’s inappropriate attraction to him. He hears the way the human’s heartbeat races whenever they are physically close. He sees the secret grins on Guillermo’s lips when Nandor does anything the least bit kind. But a romantic relationship between a vampire and a familiar? Yeeck! It’s just not done. Of course, he considered the sex slave option when this unnatural lust first manifested. Other vampires make such arrangements with their familiars. But Guillermo would want more. He would want snuggles and romance and caring and...maybe even a break from his chores?! And the idea of using Guillermo for sex, while appealing, also causes him to feel a burning, stabby pain in his chest that he can’t identify.

No, it is better that he keep things strictly professional. A master and his servant. Nothing more.

Nandor finally steels himself to look up at his familiar, keeping his face a cold, forbidding mask. And then he sees the massive bruise on Guillermo’s neck.

It’s an angry, deep purple that extends from his jaw down the side of his neck and beneath the collar of his fuzzy sweater. Two scabbed puncture wounds sit in the center of the damage, like demon eyes looking back at Nandor accusingly. He sucks in a breath and involuntarily reaches out to brush his fingers against the wounded skin. Guillermo flinches away from the touch with a pained mew.

“It’s just...tender, master,” Guillermo explains, almost apologetically.

Nandor can’t think straight. His eyes, liquid and deep, full of some unnameable emotion, focus on the damage he’s caused. How many dead bodies has he tossed aside without a qualm? How many bruises and bites and broken bones has he caused? But he’s never seen the results on someone he--

“I...Guillermo,” he whispers, finally locking eyes with his human and bringing his hand up to cup his cheek, “I did not mean to be causing permanent damage…”

Guillermo gasps softly at his master’s touch. He leans into it, silently thrilling when Nandor doesn’t immediately draw his hand away.

“Permanent? No, master, it’s just a bruise. It will fade eventually,” Guillermo assures him, but Nandor still looks skeptical.

“Does it hurt?” he asks and Guillermo brims with happiness at his master’s concern.

“Only a little bit, Na--master,” Guillermo stumbles, nearly breaking the carefully established protocol between them.

Nandor notes the mistake and snatches his hand away as if he’s been burned by holy water. He clambers out of the coffin without Guillermo’s assistance. They go through the motions of dressing. Nandor bends down so that Guillermo can get his shirt on over his head, steps into his trousers and boots, and sits quietly while Guillermo arranges his hair. All the while a single word cycles through his head.

Fuck!

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Guillermo is practically buzzing with energy despite last night’s blood loss. Every time he moves he feels a delicious tug on his wound and the memories of his master’s touch come flying back to the surface of his mind. He doesn’t even care that Nandor dismissed him so abruptly after getting dressed. Nor does he care that he gave him a seemingly random and unnecessary order before fleeing the crypt in his bat form. Guillermo sits on the floor surrounded by his master’s extensive blade collection, carefully cleaning and polishing each one with a giant, goofy grin on his face.

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“Well, well, well...doing the flight of shame, Nandor?” Laszlo chuckles at his own joke as Nandor drops out of his bat form into a chair in the fancy room.

“Very good joke, darling! Because he’s finally given the sex to Gizmo!” Nadja crows.

The couple are sitting together in the loveseat. Laszlo is bent over Nadja’s hand, painting her nails and heedlessly dripping lacquer all over the upholstery as he does so.

Nandor’s face blanches in alarm and he cries, “What the shit are you two talking about!? I have not been doing sex with Guillermo! Yuck! Unspeakable! Why would that even occur to you?”

“Me thinks he doth protest too much, eh, darling?” Laszlo remarks to another shriek of laughter from his wife.

Nandor jerks to his feet, bristling and defensive, but before he can think of a reply Laszlo continues, “Well if you weren’t having sex then what the blazes were you doing to the chap to cause those tantalizing moans?”

With this Laszlo launches into a cartoonish impression of the desperate cries and moans that Guillermo made as Nandor drank from him. Nadja claps her hands in delight and joins in the fun. The pair of perverts are soon screeching and twitching in exaggerated, obscene mockery of his familiar.

“Enough!” Nandor roars, stomping his foot petulantly. “Stop speaking of my familiar this way! It’s highly inappropriate!”

“So, you’re saying you didn’t roger your little rotten soldier last night?” Laszlo arches a brow, snorting under his breath derisively.

Nandor stares back at him in confusion, “What the fuck--?! No! Certainly not. Very...disgusting to even say such a thing. Gross!”

Laszlo glances to Nadja with a sly smirk as he speaks, “Then you wouldn’t mind if my good lady wife and I extended an invitation to the fellow to join us in a ménage à threesome?”

Nandor takes to the air, eyes glowing with rage as he hisses wildly at Laszlo.

“Hey dudes, what’s all the fuss about?” Colin Robinson, drawn by the pulsing waves of drama emanating from the room, appears in the doorway.

Nandor drops back onto his feet and whines, “Laszlo is making unsavory claims about my familiar and I won’t have it!”

“Nandor’s being a snake dick because he’s horny for his familiar and won’t admit it!” Nadja counters.

Nandor’s mouth snaps shut at that. Nadja’s words have struck true and Nandor feels a shiver of panic at the thought of his shameful secret being known throughout the household. He must convince them they’re mistaken...but how?

He’s still too enraged to think straight and rather than address Nadja’s words he simply bellows, “Satisfaction! I will have satisfaction against these two perverts!”

Colin grins, his eyes lighting with hungry delight, “How about a contest of some sort? Whoever wins is right. Of course, you should choose a neutral activity. Something in which you’re all equally matched. A checkers tournament? Scrabble, maybe…”

“A contest! Yes!” Nandor interrupts with an excited grin. “A challenge of strength and accuracy! Guillermo! Bring me my axes for throwing! My throwing axes!”

Nadja rolls her eyes and looks about to argue when Laszlo stops her with a hand on her arm.

“I say, good idea, Nandor. We’ll compete in a game of throwing axes. But to prove that you really are telling the truth and you don’t harbor secret, moist fantasies about your little familiar, we’ll make it more interesting. Whoever gets their axe closest to Gizmo without skewering the little guy wins!”

Nandor deflates, “That’s not...I don’t…”

Guillermo enters carefully holding a bundle of wickedly sharp axes. The blades shine in the candlelight and contrast against the soft, muted colors of his sweater. Nandor imagines one of those blades sinking into his familiar’s soft flesh and he shivers.

Laszlo looks as if he’s already won the little game he’s playing and Nandor clenches his fists, forcing levity into his voice as he announces, “Everyone in the garden! We are going to have a little game!”

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Guillermo can’t decide if he’s more livid or terrified. He’s standing up against the fence, shivering despite his hat and coat, and desperately trying to hold still as his master casually tests the weight of the axe in his hand. Nadja and Laszlo look on, each carrying axes of their own, and Colin Robinson looks positively frenzied as he feeds off the tension in the air.

“Master, why are we doing this, again?” Guillermo wishes his voice didn’t have such a marked tremor in it.

“I am defending your honor, Guillermo. Now be very, very still,” Nandor launches the axe without any further warning.

Guillermo shrieks and he feels the air to the right of his head part as the blade sinks into the wood of the fence an inch away from his face. He turns to stare at the quivering handle with wide, horrified eyes.

“There!” Nandor announces with a smug smile. “No one could beat such a throw! Contest over, I win. Guillermo, attend me--”

Nandor is already starting to stride back to the house but Guillermo barely has a chance to let out a relieved sigh when Laszlo steps up wielding his own weapon.

“Not so fast, Gizmo! I’ll have my turn, thank you!” his voice lilts up dramatically as he raises the axe, screwing one eye shut and taking aim.

Nandor whirls, eyes wide with panic as he urgently hisses, “Be still, Guillermo!”

Guillermo shuts his eyes, whimpering as he awaits his fate. One second Laszlo is letting out a manful bellow as the axe leaves his fingers and the next second Guillermo is hissing in pain as the blade cuts into his cheek. His eyes flash open in shock and he brings his hand up to cup his face. Blood pours from the shallow wound. The pain is a sharp, burning intensity that brings tears stinging to his eyes.

“Ha!” Nandor gloats. “You’ve lost! Your blade touched...him.”

Laszlo swears under his breath but Nandor has lost his steam as the reality of his words hits him. He steps forward, involuntarily reaching for his wounded familiar. Then he catches the knowing look on Laszlo’s face and he stops himself, straightening his spine and raising his head in a show of haughty indifference that doesn’t reach his eyes.

“My turn!” Nadja trills, flipping her axe from hand to hand with a little skip in her step.

“Master… please!” Guillermo begs. There are tears leaking from his eyes now. Whatever fucking insult Nandor thinks they made against him isn’t worth this!

“Yes, Nandor, the boy has a point. My lady wife is known for many...eclectic skills, but her aim isn’t one of them. We could put a stop to this if you’d care to admit we’re right about your shameful little secret…”

“Never!” Nandor shouts, looking like a giant, angry toddler.

Guillermo’s head spins, “What? What is he talking about, master?”

Nandor turns to his familiar, injecting authority into his voice as he commands, “Guillermo, tell Nadja and Laszlo that we were not doing sex together last night!”

“E-excuse me!?” Guillermo sputters, feeling a heated blush creep up his neck.

Nandor lets out a frustrated growl and his lips curl in revulsion as he shouts, “Tell them that I did not have disgusting, unnatural sex with a...a...human servant! I order you!”

The hand he’s kept clutched over the bleeding wound on his cheek falls limp at his side. Guillermo looks from his master’s cold, detached expression to Nadja and Laszlo’s expectantly curious faces and he sighs in resignation even as another tiny piece of his heart chips and falls away.

“...He didn’t,” he says in a small voice and then, more loudly, “We did not have sex.”

Laszlo looks unconvinced and Nadja just looks annoyed.

“This is getting very boring and I still have not had my turn to throw the axe! Here I go!”

She flings the blade through the air with barely a glance in Guillermo’s direction. It wobbles in the air, toppling end over end as it cuts a deadly path that Nandor immediately sees will end in his familiar’s gut. Guillermo has barely enough time to flinch but Nandor moves with supernatural speed, dashing in front of his human and plucking the axe from the air before it can hurt him.

“Nadja!” Nandor admonishes in an affronted tone. “That was very careless of you! You could have seriously injured my Gui--my familiar! I’m very annoyed with you both!”

Guillermo trembles from behind Nandor, clinging to the fabric of his cape for comfort despite the anger, hurt and resentment that still broils just beneath the surface of his emotions. He’ll deal with all that once his legs resolidify.

Laszlo waves away the near-catastrophe with a flick of his wrist and holds out his arm for Nadja as he comments, “I think we have our answer, darling…”

Nandor’s hands curl into fists at his sides as he watches the other vampires stroll away with smug satisfaction on their faces.

Fucking shit!

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“Guillermo…” Nandor pauses on his way up the step stool, he squeezes his familiar’s hand in his. “About tonight…”

He’s going to apologize for putting me in danger...for saying those things… Guillermo looks up at him with hopeful expectation in his eyes.

“I hope you are not getting strange notions in your little human brain because of what Laszlo said. It was very wrong of him to make such a sickening claim,” Nandor’s voice is pure condescension.

Guillermo is silent for a beat, swallowing against the lump of emotion in his throat and blinking his eyes rapidly before looking his master in the eye and lying, “Of course not, master.”

Nandor nods in satisfaction and he swings down into his coffin. But he tastes the edge of human sadness beginning to taint the air of the room and he frowns. Hadn’t this whole mess started because he was trying to get rid of the sad human smell? He is caught in one of those hog day loops!

Nandor hesitates, scowling as he chooses his words, “But… I am sorry about the axes. It wasn’t my idea. And… and… I would have been really sad if you had died, because you’re...special to me, Guillermo.”

Nandor lets the words hang in the air for a moment, watching the start of a smile curling his familiar’s lips before shaking his head and waving a hand in front of Guillermo’s face in a flourish, “You will forget about that last thing I just said.”

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

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upstartcrow42 · 4 years

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Poor, Lonely Nandor (WWDITS Fic WIP)

Working on a story that has been stirring in my brain for a while. Trying to get all the pieces to work realistically together and find the right tone because it will involve some OCs and I tend to get carried away with stuff like that.

I'm really proud of this dumb passage I wrote about Nandor and Guillermo making a visit to a certain relative's grave site.

He was trying to train Nandor to be less creepy around women in general. As handsome as the vampire was, he had zero game with the ladies (or gentlemen for that matter). He either wanted to know if they were related to him or if they wanted to be related to him, often said with the raise of eyebrows like he was a Lothario character from a third rate romantic comedy. It had yet to work on anyone.

Before he could advise his master against hasty decisions, the immortal warrior effortlessly slid up to the woman and started asking her rapid-fire questions and making comments.

“Hello, human mortal. Aren’t you a lovely lady? How do you know Madeline Darbish? Are you her relative? That is a lovely frock. I too like to dress in black when I’m in mourning. I am her relative, so maybe we are relatives too?” Nandor’s words echoed through the cemetery.

Guillermo ran up as fast as he could, but from this distance, even through her veil, he could see the wide-eyed look on her face. A figurative deer in the headlights. She blinked rapidly at his master and then without saying anything made a hasty exit.

“Hey, where are you going? Did I scare you? Be careful of the tree branch. Don’t run, human mortal. If you run too fast you might break your little heels. Then you would be uneven on your footing. I just wanted to see if we were perhaps family and how you’ve been doing.” His master’s voice boomed into the night after the poor woman, but thankfully he had the sense to not go running after her.

Guillermo pulled Nandor to face him. “Stop. You’re calling the wrong type of attention to yourself again.” He took a moment to calm himself. “Remember what we talked about when approaching women, especially mortal ones.”

Nandor ignored that entirely. “But why is she running off, I just wanted to know if we were perhaps related,” he whined.

“Master, she probably thinks you’re either some deranged person or some creepy perv who picks up-” he thought more deliberate word choice help get his message across, “tries to seduce women at the cemetery.” Honestly, it was probably a little of both in this case.

Nandor scrunched up his face. “I’m not re-arranged and yeech, Guillermo, why would I want to seduce my decedents. We’re related to each other by blood. They sprang forth from my semen. Is that something the mortals are doing now? I know taboos in society have changed, but that’s just disgusting. Guillermo, don’t make sexy times with family.” He looked like he was trying to cleanse the thought from his brain and then added, “It makes the kids come out weird later on. Just look at what happened to the mighty Hapsburgs.”

#WWDITS #WWDITS FX #Nandor #Nandor the Relentless #Guillermo #Guillermo de la Cruz #Fanfic #WIP

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agentmarymargaretskitz · 4 years

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What We Do in the Resistance

Happy birthday @hanorganaas!!! I’m so happy to have you in my life and talk about all kinds of crazy stuff that somehow becomes reality. Also thank you for always putting up with my nonsense during betaing. It’s not Chickenverse, but I hope this WWDITS AU still is entertaining and fun!

AO3

There was a stack of mail on the table when Rey came back from the weapons room. She must have missed it when she went to go and polish her collection of staves after waking up. Yesterday, their familiar had forgotten the mail so there was much more of it today. Mostly boring old human junk that they never had any use for, or that their familiar just took care of.

Rey glided into the sitting room where her compatriots were. Finn’s coffin had been empty when she awoke this evening, so it made sense for him to be there. Poe was also in the room with him. Both of them were hunched on the table, working on building another model aircraft. In his vampiric life, Poe had become quite fond of building planes and such. He had a whole room upstairs full of the models he had been constructing since they first moved into this house.

“Hux remembered the mail today,” Rey said, flopping onto the couch. “There’s a lot of it.”

“Has another package come for me?” Poe asked, an eager glint in his eyes. “I’ve almost finished this one.”

“You ordered it yesterday,” Finn reminded him. “It’s going to arrive in three days.”

“I thought we had the two-day shipping?”

“No, we were running out of money,” Rey sighed and leaned against Finn, flipping through the mail. “Bill, bill, coupons for the store, bill, bill- oh, there’s a mattress store opening.”

“Unless they customize for coffins, not interested,” Poe muttered. “Can we have Hux go in the daylight and ask them then?”

“Ask him. There’s another bill, and…oh.”

Finn turned to her. “Oh?”

Rey held up an ivory colored envelope. It was addressed to their residence in blood red ink with the sender’s address located in California. She didn’t even have to turn it over to see the seal to know who it was from. The Vampire Resistance wanted to notify them about something.

Finn’s eyes widened. “Oh.”

“Do they have an assignment for us?” Poe leaned forward in his chair. “But that means we’re going to have to get Ben up here.”

“Not doing that,” Finn shook his head.

Poe rose to his feet. “I’ll go wake Hux and have him do it. Ben seems to actually like him.”

“Yeah, go ahead,” Rey leaned a little more into Finn. “We’ll wait for you.”

~~~

“I became a vampire almost one hundred years ago. During my mortal life, I was alone for almost all of it. Living off scraps, selling junk I could find for money. I never really had any sort of home. It sounds worse than it was. Still it was pretty bad.”

“Then, one day, I was hunting in a scrapyard for something to sell and found an old brooch. I planned to sell it the following day, but I was followed home and bitten. It was a vampire, who turned me as punishment for stealing. I had to pay off my crime by working for him, collecting stolen items. Then Finn came along, newly turned. He said he was with the Vampire Resistance, where there were others like us. I went along with him in search of it. Finn was my first friend…and my first love.”

~~~

Finn was pacing around as they waited for the fourth member of the house to arrive. “Should it be taking this long for Hux to get Ben out of the basement?”

Rey shrugged. “Could he be trying to drain him again?”

“I’ve been hearing a lot of thumping down there at times,” Poe muttered under his breath.

Rey shuddered.

“Oh, come on, I’ve heard you and Finn-”

“Do NOT finish that sentence!”

“Rey and Finn have been what?”

All three vampires startled and hissed in reaction to the sudden arrival. Ben had an unfortunate habit of sneaking up on them in the house. He’d started it in the last few years and it was really starting to get on everybody’s nerves. Hopefully, this letter from the Resistance could kick him out of that. At least Poe hoped it would.

“Ben-”

“It’s Kylo Ren,” the dark-haired vampire corrected as he glided across the floor in his black robes. “Why have I been summoned from my lair?”

“We summoned you from your room because the Vampire Resistance has sent us a letter,” Finn held up the letter that Rey had given him. “And we should all be present to hear it.”

“Including me?” Hux, their familiar, asked from where he was standing by the doorway.

Rey was about to say something, but Ben just nodded. “Yes, please stay, Armitage.”

Hux smiled to himself and scooted in the room a little further.

Finn handed to the envelope over to Poe. “You do the honors.”

“I still don’t understand why this has to exist,” Ben muttered from his seat. “Why do we need a system of rules about our containment? As soon as the humans die off, so do we.”

“Because some vampires need to be kept in check from draining or turning whole cities,” Poe reminded him as he cracked the seal on the envelope. “Ah, here we are.”

“Who’s it from?” Finn asked at the same time Rey asked. “What does it say?”

“Give me a second, it’s parchment!” Poe fussed as he unfolded the letter. “To the vampiric residents in Albany. We hope you are all in good health. This letter is being sent to inform you that despite no contact for three decades, we are still monitoring your situation on the East Coast. Within a week of sending this, the General will be arriving in New York by train to come and see how you are all doing with your monitoring of the vampire population. Please make the proper preparations for her arrival. She is looking forward to seeing you. Signed, the Council of the Vampire Resistance.”

Finn looked happy. “The General’s coming? That should be fun. It’ll be nice to have another vampire out here.”

Ben stood up. “I’m going back to my lair. No one disturb me.”

The trio and Hux watched as Ben glided out of the room, heading towards the weapons room first. They watched him glide down the stairs to the basement with a broadsword. A few moments later, there was screaming and shouting. The noise of something breaking followed after that. Rey, Finn, and Poe waited for more, but nothing more came.

“He’s taking the news well,” Rey remarked sarcastically.

Finn glanced at her. “You think?”

“Why would he be taking things so-”

Hux trailed off as Ben came up from the basement, broadsword in hand.

“Armitage,” he panted. “I am going to need a new coffin.”

~~~

“The General is Ben’s mother. Biologically. It’s a little strange with his family. They were descended from a lineage of vampire hunters. His parents, his uncle, himself. They all stumbled upon a nest one day and it was too much. Every single one of them was turned.”

“They could have all become bloodthirsty killers. Instead, they formed the Vampire Resistance to keep vampires in check. Protect the balance between the human world and the one of the vampires. Leia, Ben’s mother, found me not long after I turned and gave me a new purpose with this eternal life. And then I found Finn and tried to bring him to her. But that got complicated. He still found her in the end. With Rey.”

“Ben has a difficult time with his family. He’s struggled most with the code and butted heads with both of his parents about it. Also, he seems to be going through a weird phase the last few years. He’s calling it his…Elmo phase. That’s what the humans call it, right?”

~~~

They only had one more day to prepare for the General’s arrival. Ben had been playing loud music in the basement for most of it, still moody about the letter. Hux had gone to the mattress store yesterday at Rey’s request to see if they could get a specialized order. Fortunately, they could, so that was some good news. Poe had been rearranging the art a little to freshen up their house and Rey had taken to polishing all the weapons.

It was Finn’s turn to go shopping this week and had taken the familiar with them. They needed more cleaning products and some detergent. There was also a list of things to get for the General. Everyone wanted things to be perfect for her arrival. It had been years since they had last seen her.

“So you’ve met the General before?” Hux asked as they headed up the cleaning supply aisle. “What’s she like?”

“The greatest woman ever if she became a vampire,” Finn told him. “She’s the one brought us all together.”

“And she’s Ren’s mother.”

“You have got to stop calling him that,” he groaned, tossing in some bleach wipes and Tide pens into the basket. “It’s really getting to his head. What’s next on the list?”

Hux looked down at the scrap of paper. “Glitter. Is that right?”

“Yep. Have you contacted the blood bank yet?”

“Blood bank?”

Finn frowned as they headed towards the craft supplies. “Where else do you think we’re going to get our blood?”

“Ren- er, Ben told us to get virgins for this. I set up a thing on the Internet-”

“NO!” Finn hissed at the human. “Take it down immediately! We don’t do that!”

“But-”

“No buts. The virgin thing is garbage. We protect the balance not just by keeping vampires in check, but by taking as few lives as possible. So, take. It. Down.”

The familiar didn’t look pleased, but nodded. “I’ll do it when we get back. So how much glitter are we getting?”

Finn looked at the selection and its colors. “All of it.”

~~~

“No, no, I was not turned by the General. Or Poe. I was actually trained as a sort of soldier for a vampire. He wanted an army and I fell for a scheme. But then there was a revolt- Poe started it, he was a plant. He got me out of there and was going to get me to the Resistance. Then we got separated and I was on my own for a while before I met Rey.”

“You know when you meet someone and just feel a spark, like an instant connection. That’s what I felt with Rey. She’s incredible and brave and strong, even when she’s scared. When we were trying to find the Resistance, she was the strong one, not me. We got there together, and had a few years working for the General before she sent us out here with Poe and Ben. I’m lucky to spend every minute of this life with her.”

“No, Hux is not my familiar. Ben is technically his master, but he does stuff for us too. We treat him a lot better than most vampires usually treat their familiars. Between you and me though, I don’t trust the guy. He was trying to get virgins online for us. Ben won’t let him go though.”

~~~

Thankfully, the train the General was arriving on arrived at nightfall. Hux had rented a truck that they all piled into. The familiar was driving with Ben in the front seat. Finn was in the back, between Rey and Poe. It was a quiet ride to the train station since Finn had stolen the aux cord that Ben could have used to play his terrible music. They were really going to have to do something to snap him out of this funk sooner opposed to later.

Once they arrived at the station, Ben and Poe went to collect the crate containing the General as Hux, Finn, and Rey worked together to sign for it. Not having a heartbeat made it difficult for them to sign on the tablet, so Hux took care of it. They loaded the crate and headed back to the house, once again in total silence. There was still enough time to visit with her before the sun came up with the time they were making.

“Everything’s ready inside, right?” Rey asked as they got back to the house and were transporting the crate inside. “Hold that door, Poe.”

“The crate is holding it,” he called back. “And yes, Finn got everything ready. You did, didn’t you?”

“It’s all there,” Finn confirmed as they moved forward, bumping a table along the way and causing a vase to fall. “Oh, no!”

“It’s fine, it was a fake!” Rey assured him. “Ben, will you please lift your end!”

“I am lifting! And that was not a fake!”

“I used to collect junk, I know a fake from the real deal! Lift more!”

“Augh!” Ben yelled as Hux shut the door on his cape. “Armitage, open the damn door! And what is that smell?”

“I ordered candles online.”

Finn looked betrayed. “Rey, I was at the store last night!”

“But these are better! I haven’t even lit them yet and they already smell good.”

“Hey!” Poe shouted, shutting them all up. “We still have to get the General to her room. We can’t do that if we’re standing around and bickering about who’s lifting and buying candles!”

~~~

“So maybe I am little rebellious. Maybe I do want to eat a virgin to two. Maybe I am sleeping with my familiar. Does that make me a bad person? I don’t think so.”

……..

“Can you edit out that part about Armitage?”

~~~

The casket opened slowly as the members of the household watched. Once the occupant inside was visible to everyone, she opened her eyes and smiled. She looked out at all of them before stepping out onto the glitter covered floorboards. Her eyes took in the quarters they had put her coffin in. The walls had been painted purple with a few bits of glitter that must have gotten caught in the paint job.

Ahead of her were the vampires she had come to visit. Finn was still wearing that old bomber jacket that Poe had given to him ages ago. Rey looked happier and more at ease that she had ever seen her. Poe hadn’t changed a bit, so something stayed the same. Standing in the corner was a scrawny looking redhead who couldn’t stop making eyes at her son. And speaking of Ben, what the hell was the deal with those black robes?

“Welcome, General,” Poe greeted. “It’s good to see you again.

“It’s good to see you too. And I’ve told you to call me Leia. None of that General nonsense the Resistance has.”

Rey stepped forward; arms held out from her side hesitantly. Leia knew the girl had been through a lot even before becoming a vampire. and walked the rest of the way, holding her for a moment in a hug.

“Hi again,” Finn waved as Rey stepped back. “It’s been a while.”

“It has,” Leia agreed, turning to her son. “Ben?”

“Mother.”

“Why the black robes? You can wear whatever you want, it’s the twenty-first century.”

“I happen to like them. And so does Armitage.”

He must have been referring to the redhead who was smiling to himself. Leia gave him a nod. “So he’s the familiar?”

“Yes, Mother.”

Leia turned to him and gave him her most polite smile. She wasn’t sure she liked him yet. There was something about him that gave her a bad feeling. “It’s very nice to meet you.”

“You too, General.”

“I trust they’re all treating you well?”

“They are.”

Leia gave a nod of approval. “If they aren’t, I’ll make sure of it while I’m here. And I’ll be here quite a while.”

Poe’s eyes lit up. “You will?”

“I will. I haven’t seen much of the East Coast. Besides, my brother is up here in Pennsylvania coaching volleyball for some reason. I figured now would be a good time to visit.”

~~~

“I probably should have said that in the letter. But I thought it would be a nice surprise. Besides, they’re all good. I’d like to find out what my brother’s gotten up to. He went to go collect a debt and now he’s in Pennsylvania!”

~~~

“I can’t believe my mother is moving in with us.”

~~~

“Leia is living above her son’s room.”

“She’s going to find out he’s screwing his familiar.”

“Basically, he’s fucked.”

“Fucked.”

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so uh. guillermo's probably going to have some pretty severe claustrophobia after this, right? and some trauma over being in a coffin, specifically. that's gonna suck when he has to sleep in one after he's turned

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i wonder if guillermo himself is confused by his motivations this season. we’ve seen him question his life choices before - but each time, he’s only left for a short period of time, no more than a few weeks. maybe realising he’ll be apart from nandor for a much longer period of time (and staying in England for a reason we’re not yet privy to??) he told himself that he was over it - over those desires - until he believed it. after all, it would be painful to sustain that level of desire and codependency when it truly seems impossible for it to come to fruition, in a way it didn’t quite in the 12 years that came before. and we know guillermo doesn’t have the healthiest of coping mechanisms. might as well double down on the denial, just in a new way… but i also feel like it’s creeping back in now he’s back in the house. the best man stuff and baby colin, while believable, also seem like convenient excuses to stick around when he’s trying to justify it to his England self rather than his s3 self. i think the reason that “character development” happened off screen is because they’re going to dismantle it pretty quickly while (i hope) still keeping some of the changed dynamics between the vampire household. would it feel worse for that development to have happened over the course of the season only to be completely undermined in the last few episodes? idk but i’m very interested in the character undevelopment lmao. ultimately i love this season’s guillermo just as much as previous ones, but i understand the frustration also. i’m just desperate to know more about his time in England and while i understand why the writers seem to be keeping it quiet for now, i hope they don’t wait too many more episodes to reveal it. anyway thanks for coming to my tedtalk, sorry about this ridiculously long ramble, and keep doing what you’re doing - your content is great 💜

Honestly, I'm also hoping for character undevelopment for the petty reason that I don't want Guillermo to get healthier and less codependent and more normal. I want our boy to be fucked up! I love it when he's crazy. lmao

My thought process is similar to yours, tbh. If I'm operating under the assumption that the writers are honoring Guillermo's character (which I must do to keep sane lmao) then I think that his time in the UK would have been very difficult for him. He was just offered the thing he wanted more than anything else in the world just to have it snatched away from him, then he was trapped in a box for at least a week. He gets out only to be left with Nadja, the one member of the household that doesn't respect or like him much at all.

He doesn't know it's only going to be for a year. As far as he knows, this might be forever. He might be stuck in this foreign country away from his family forever. He might be stuck guarding a vampire doing vampire grunt work forever. He might never see Nandor again. I thought it was fascinating that in the show and in interviews, they don't seem to count that year as being part of Guillermo's tenure as Nandor's familiar. They say 12 years as a familiar in the show, just like they did before he left. In interviews, Harvey says 11 years a familiar, 1 a bodyguard, but that's still a total of 12.

So it's a year that he's really just in limbo. I can see him starting to think, y'know, what am I doing with my life?

And then if he finds a guy that's actually interested in him who's not gallivanting all over the United States with some family from Wisconsin, you know... Maybe that's not a bad thing, to try and move on.

(I still have reservations about Freddie because... like, this is WWDITS and normal people aren't exactly in large supply. But that's a worry for another day.)

And he thinks he's done it, maybe. He really does think he's over Nandor and the others and the household and everything. But now he's back and he's slowly falling right back into his old habits. And it's harder to tell himself that nothing has changed and these people don't care about him because they obviously do. Nandor has clearly changed during his time abroad, and he's being really quite kind to Guillermo, for him. He's supporting his anger. He's acting as an intermediary between him and the others. He's praising him. He's listening to him. He's letting Guillermo in, which I think is very weird for them both.

I think it was kind of an odd choice, setting up this idea that Guillermo met a guy abroad who changed him so much, but then they're not even going to show him to us until the end of the season. They're giving Guillermo so much time away from him, and it does seem like Guillermo is already backsliding. He's already finding reasons to stay. He's definitely still got that anger to him, but he seems to be putting it aside in favor of love.

Like he still has plenty of reason to want to stake Laszlo right here and now, but he's learning to work together with him for the sake of Baby Colin. (Seeing both of them dancing at Colin's performance was cute.) And he was upset at Nandor for not waiting for him, I think, but now the two of them are straight-up plotting together and it's very cute.

I feel like I'd love for Guillermo to work through some of his anger with the vampires rather than some character we've never seen before. He deserves to have them acknowledge him and his power and how much they've hurt him over the years. Nandor's already starting that journey, I think, though I think he's still struggling with the idea that he was one of the ones who hurt Guillermo the most...

idk. I do go back and forth with Guillermo a lot and it's been consuming me this past week. lmao. I have my own hopes for him, obviously, but it's hard to know where they're going with this or why. It's so strange that they decided to give both Guillermo and Nandor love interests that span an entire season while like... almost never showing them. I assume we'll learn more about them both eventually, but for now they're such non-entities and the relationships don't feel organic at all. I'm trying to reserve some faith in the writers but like. Yeah, it's all definitely weird and kind of confusing.

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Today, while I absently refresh Colin Robinson’s YT page (how long does “for a bit” MEAN, bud?), I am thinking about how WWDITS’s promo team is choosing to interact with fandom here...

I’ve been watching the show since it started, and while I didn’t join the fandom proper until s3, I don’t remember any online tie-ins this elaborate in previous years. This is practically a full ARG at this point. I can’t help but wonder if this is in direct response to the fandom blowing up over the last year.

To preface, idk if a lot of fandom has realized this, but major media corporations are fascinated by fandom (especially post-Hannibal, I’d say) and have been trying out a lot of schemes to artificially create fandoms, or at least guide the existing ones in ways they want. Like... let’s be real, if you can get a rabid fandom going, you’re going to have a lot of excellent and free advertising on your hands. Companies have gone from aggressively attacking fandom to politely ignoring it to curiously engaging it to actively encouraging it during my lifetime, and it’s been kind of wild to watch.

But... it’s hard to predict what’s going to have a fandom. It’s even harder to control that fandom once it’s going strong. And things can backfire.

Right now, with WWDITS, I keep coming back to the fact that most of the biggest reveals and hints on Colin’s channel wouldn’t make sense to us if not for the leaks. Colin leaving mysterious and somewhat ominous comments about “Freddie”? Colin dropping heavy hints about “Memories”? These are things that are driving the fandom nuts because we know who Freddie is. We know that Memories is the name of the finale. We Know. We’ve known for months.

And honestly, the whole leaks situation has been frustrating the hell out of me for the last six months. As someone who regularly signs media NDAs for work, it’s just felt rude and disrespectful (on the parts of the people leaking/posting leaks to SM) and unprofessional (on the parts of the people who allowed the leaks to happen) and it has kind of hampered my enjoyment of the lead-up to s4. Like... I have access to a lot of media full years before it comes out and I would never dream of telling fandom about it. That’s just so shitty to do to the creators. I’ve seen media creators’ whole lives torn apart because of things like that. It’s a hot-button issue for me. lmao

But this whole Colin Robinson thing is raising questions. I’m not sure if this was planned specifically for damage control, where they decided to lean into the fact that we know things that we’re not supposed to know and play with our expectations to drum up fan interaction (a huge metric for how shows get renewed these days) or if this has been planned since the filming of s4, when they realized that they had a very enthusiastic online fandom on their hands. And if it was planned during the early creation of s4, have they altered some of the things like Colin’s descriptions and comments to better suit what the fandom has dug up?

More importantly, this sort of raises questions about some of the leaks. Some of the leaks, particularly the early ones, feel like genuine leaks to me. (For several reasons I won’t get into rn.) But it’s possible that they even decided to lean into this debacle and start releasing some limited information themselves to get fans het up. It’s really hard to know...

idk idk, as someone who occasionally has to do publicity for creators and as someone who has had fun playing with media ARGs in the past, this whole thing is just fascinating to me. You gotta wonder how many people got hired and fired over this shit.

In conclusion, I thought this tweet was full of shit but now I kind of just want to have coffee with whatever poor asshole(s) have been running WWDITS’s social media campaign and ask some questions.

#I feel like I requested WWDITS a few times throughout a few ToT exchanges #and I know i talked about loving it a lot #but that was probably the extent of my fandom interaction until after s3 #so I guess I can't be positive but #wwdits #wwdits s4 spoilers #colin's yt channel

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Guillermo the Heartless - Guillermo x Nandor (part two to the so-called oneshot)

WWDITS Masterlist <-- click for part one

Summary: Nandor is nervous about his ex-master, Simon the Devious, coming to the house.

A/N: Really? Really, Chels?

Warnings: Non-con, Dub-con, Stockholm Syndrome, Past abuse, Hand-feeding kink, Praise kink, Sex slave, Vampire Guillermo/Human Nandor, Dom/Sub, Dead dove--please.

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“How do I look?”

Nandor secures the final button on his master’s cardigan and steps back. Guillermo is dressed in dark wash denim jeans, gleaming patent leather shoes, a black dress shirt and one of his signature sweaters--the black and gold striped cardigan. Nandor’s eyes roam up and down the vampire’s body, lingering on his favorite parts: his full, round belly, his thick thighs, the deceptively soft-looking hands, the stubbled edge of his jaw...his pouty lips. Nandor swallows, a blush visible above the line of his full beard.

“You look beautiful, master,” He answers truthfully, meeting Guillermo’s eyes for a second before quickly lowering his gaze. Guillermo has never punished him for admitting to his impertinent attraction and...feelings. But Nandor still feels the raw edge of panic whenever he feels as though he’s let too much slip out.

The vampire steps closer, reaching out and wrapping impossibly strong hands around Nandor’s biceps, squeezing gently. Guillermo could easily break his arms, liquefying his bones with the flick of a wrist. Nandor thinks about the scars on his legs, his arms, his chest, his back. No, no, no. Guillermo will never hurt him...not like that. Guillermo is good. Guillermo gives him food and clothes and he buys him books and movies. He doesn’t force him to live in a cage no bigger than a dog crate. He doesn’t glamour him into paralysis and torture him. He doesn’t...He isn’t…

“Baby...” Guillermo’s soft tone cuts through the invasive thought spiral consuming Nandor’s mind, “tell me what’s wrong.”

Nandor clears his throat, looking up and holding his master’s gaze as he responds, “I’m just...a little nervous…”

Guillermo lifts his hands to cup Nandor’s cheeks and Nandor flinches dramatically before settling into the soft touch. His ass still stings from the spanking he’d received the previous night for questioning his master’s plan. He doesn’t want to be bad again, but he’s so scared…

“Because Simon is coming,” Guillermo states, not really needing a confirmation but Nandor nods anyway.

“Mmhmm,” Nandor squeaks and then remembers himself, “Yes, master.”

Guillermo smiles at him, finding something about all this amusing, and Nandor’s heart skips a beat. His master has a megawatt smile and it feeds his soul to see it, even if he’s unsure whether or not Guillermo is laughing at him or trying to comfort him.

“Have you eaten yet?” Guillermo asks and Nandor’s brain takes a second to adjust to the rapid change of topic.

He shakes his head slowly, big brown eyes looking down into his master’s with a childish look of guilt.

Guillermo huffs a laugh, “Were you waiting for me?”

Nandor nods, letting his lips curl upward in a cautious smile. Guillermo rolls his eyes.

“Alright. Come on, baby.”

Guillermo leads the way into the back of the house to the little kitchen. They don’t always do this anymore, but Nandor is feeling especially shaky and vulnerable tonight. Being fed from his master’s hand was once a degradation that filled him with burning embarrassment. Now it’s the ultimate comfort to Nandor. It makes him feel small, cared for and--most importantly--safe. His master cares about him enough to cook for him and feed him with his own hands.

“What do you feel like having?” Guillermo asks, opening up the cupboards over the stove to peer at the contents. Nandor looms at his side. He’s far taller than his master but, somehow, he feels smaller in his presence. He reaches up to the top shelf and pulls down a can of beef stew, handing it to Guillermo wordlessly.

The vampire grabs a pot from the rack beneath the cabinets and opens a drawer to get the can opener. He looks up at his human with an arched brow, “Do you want to sit down or do you want to cling?”

Nandor is practically glued to his master’s side, his fingers delicately clutching the knit fabric of his sleeve as he watches him dump the contents of the can into the pot.

“Is it okay…? If I...cling?” Nandor’s voice is barely there. But it is there. And even if his words come out as a pathetic, hopeful question, at least he has words. He still remembers the months on end that Simon kept his brain locked down, denying him the ability to speak, to cry, to scream. It took weeks after he came to be Guillermo’s familiar before he felt safe uttering a single word.

He’s watching his master’s face like a hawk, gauging his reaction and trembling in anticipation. Is he annoyed? Angry? Disgusted? Finally, Guillermo smiles and Nandor is almost light-headed with relief.

“Yeah, it’s okay,” he answers and Nandor thinks that the look he gives him is almost warm. Like maybe he’s feeling the same way that Nandor feels. Like Guillermo is the ocean and he’d willingly drown just to feel his embrace.

He watches Guillermo stir the soup, condensation fogging the thick-rimmed glasses that he only wears out of habit and because they look cool. He picks up a spoonful and holds it out to Nandor to test.

“Hot enough?” he asks and Nandor nods. “Alright. Go sit at the table.”

The chair squeaks as he pulls it out and Nandor folds his long body down into it, looking like a giant at the rickety old kitchenette table. Guillermo comes over and sets down a bowl heaping with steaming hot stew. He takes a seat beside Nandor and turns to face him, dipping the spoon into the bowl and holding it up before his familiar’s lips. Nandor locks eyes with him as he leans forward, opens his mouth and takes the food off the spoon. He feels a thrill in his chest to be so thoroughly taken care of and he thinks the gleam in Guillermo’s dark eyes means that he’s enjoying it, too. He hopes so. He scoots forward in his seat until their knees brush together, needing the added comfort of physical touch.

Guillermo gives him another spoonful and starts talking while Nandor chews, “I’m going to tell you how things will go tonight. I’m taking care of you right now and I’m gonna take care of you tonight when Simon and his crew arrive. We’re going to meet in the fancy room. You’re going to sit at my feet like you always do. You don’t have to speak, you don’t have to even look at him if you don’t want to. But you have to be there, alright? Do you think I liked having to hurt you last night?”

Guillermo sets down the spoon and his eyes are suddenly intense as he waits for an answer. Nandor shakes his head, swallowing before speaking, “No, master. I’m sorry--”

“I know you’re sorry,” Guillermo cuts him off. “I am too. But I had to teach you. I’m your master, Nandor. If I tell you to do something, you do it. And you trust that I won’t ask you to do anything that would cause...permanent damage.”

He holds up another spoonful of stew and Nandor stares at it for a minute, his throat rapidly convulsing as a single tear rolls down his cheek. Guillermo sighs.

“If you’re a weepy mess when Simon gets here, I swear...What is it? Speak,” he commands with a sharp edge of warning in his voice.

Nandor takes a shaky breath, wanting desperately to ask something but terribly afraid of what the answer might be. His mind flashes back to social gatherings, parties, where Guillermo had lent out the use of his familiar’s warm mouth to his vampire guests.

Nandor finally forces himself to form the words, “Are you going to l-let them...use me?”

Please don’t make me say it.

Guillermo takes in a sharp breath and holds it for a long, silent moment, during which Nandor wonders if his master is picturing him gagging on his ex-master’s dick with tears running down his face. He knows Guillermo likes it when he cries.

Finally, mercifully…

“No, Nandor,” Guillermo says, stirring the stew and once again lifting the spoon to his lips. “No one but me will touch you tonight.”

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Nandor stands in the front hallway quietly coming apart. He’s still attached to his master’s side and he can’t seem to keep his hands from seeking out and subtly touching him. His long fingers flutter at the hem of Guillermo’s sweater, clinging to the fabric like a security blanket. Guillermo is largely ignoring him. He glances down at his watch with an annoyed frown. Nadja and Laszlo stand on the far side of the hallway.

Laszlo suddenly pipes up, “I say, Guillermo, any chance of a quick nip before Simon’s posse arrives?”

He makes a show of eyeing Nandor and mimes biting him. Nandor shrinks even further into Guillermo’s side.

“Fuck off, Laszlo,” Guillermo grunts and Nandor almost weeps in gratitude. Instead he does something unthinkably bold. He leans down and drops his head onto Guillermo’s shoulder, nuzzling his face into the vampire’s smooth, cool neck. Throughout his time as Guillermo’s familiar, Nandor has become increasingly needy in terms of physical touch. Once he started to trust Guillermo and then, later, to love him, he began to seek out small touches from him whenever he was in need of comfort. Tonight, Nandor is especially needy.

The doorbell rings and Guillermo shrugs his shoulders, dislodging his familiar’s head. One of the thralls, lower than familiars but still above victims, answers the door and allows the vampires inside with an obsequious bow. Simon the Devious, flanked by Count Rapula and Mr. ‘50s, strides into the house like he owns it. Nandor shudders and keeps his gaze firmly fixed to a spot on the floor.

“Guillermo! Nadja! Laszlo! I haven’t seen you since you stole my favorite little pet!” Simon’s voice is booming and obnoxious. Nandor’s grip on the back of his master’s sweater tightens but he remains otherwise perfectly still.

“Good evening, Simon,” Guillermo greets, perfectly unaffected by Simon’s grandstanding. “You’re late, so why don’t we get straight down to business, then we’ll have more time to enjoy the virgins waiting in the cell.”

Everyone shuffles into the fancy room. Simon takes a seat on one couch with his crew members standing stoically behind. Guillermo takes the opposite couch, Nadja and Laszlo remain standing and Nandor sinks to his knees at Guillermo’s feet with an intense feeling of relief. On the floor he’s beneath notice. He can hide his face in the side of his master’s thigh and tune out the vampires’ territory negotiation happening over his head. He feels Guillermo’s fingers sink into his hair and begin stroking him as he makes his opening offer. Nandor sighs, wrapping his hand around Guillermo’s ankle and shutting his eyes, maybe he can fall asleep…

“You certainly have him well-trained, G-man…”

Time has passed. Nandor had floated away into his head for a while, lulled by the rhythmic motion of his master’s fingers in his hair. But now the business portion of the evening seems to be wrapping up and Simon’s voice cleaves through the air, penetrating the little protective bubble that Nandor has imagined around himself. His fingers tighten on Guillermo’s ankle.

“Maybe he just prefers my company over yours, Simon. I hear you find it rather challenging to keep human help. Alive, that is,” Guillermo’s voice is soft but full of lead.

“You’re so hilarious, G! The dreadful Guillermo the Heartless, gone soft for a pathetic human pet,” Simon laughs and then his tone changes and Nandor knows, without looking, that the vampire is addressing him directly now, “You might think you’re living high now, human, but you’ll always be the same mewling insect who begged me to kill him--”

Nandor can’t help it. He feels the sob clawing up his throat and he presses his face desperately into his master’s thigh to try and muffle it. If he’s weepy, Guillermo will be angry, he’d said so in the kitchen…

“Nandor,” his master cups his jaw, angling his face up to look at him. Nandor’s heavy brows are drawn together and his eyes are glassy but he’s trying to keep it together. “Do you want to show Simon what a good familiar you are now that you have the right master?”

Guillermo leans down and presses his lips to Nandor’s ear speaking lowly, “Pretend it’s just you and me, baby.”

Guillermo’s hands go to his belt buckle and Nandor understands at once. His face flushes a brilliant red but he moves into position at once, kneeling between his master’s spread legs and waiting expectantly as Guillermo reaches into his pants and frees his half-hard dick.

“Thank you, master,” Nandor says and he speaks louder than he likes so that Simon will hear him clearly. His master wants to show him off, wants to show Simon how much better a master he is than him. Nandor wants to help him. He bends forward and wraps his hand around the base of Guillermo’s cock, licking a long, wet stripe along its length before taking the head into his mouth and beginning to suck. He loses himself in the familiar task, forgetting his fear and anxiety and instead focusing on pleasing his master.

He hears Simon’s voice vaguely in the background, sounding a little defeated but attempting to rally, “I believe someone said something about a virgin feast?”

There’s some movement and commotion and suddenly he hears his master’s voice, slow and heavy with the influence of his hypnotic power, “You will sit down next to me and give me your neck.”

Guillermo’s hands never leave his familiar’s hair, stroking and petting gently as Nandor drools around his length and bobs down, attempting to take more of him down his throat. The victim, utterly mindless, jostles Nandor as they clamber onto the couch, baring their neck.

Guillermo shoves the human back and says, “You will be more careful of my familiar. Now put your neck in my mouth.”

Nandor knows the exact moment that Guillermo begins to feed. His master’s fingers tighten in his hair and he starts rolling his hips up, thrusting into Nandor’s mouth enthusiastically as he drinks his fill from the human.

“Fucking show off…” Simon mutters darkly.

But Nandor doesn’t hear. He’s completely unaware of everything else in the room, in the world, except for his master’s hands and cock and the sounds he’s making low in his throat as he drinks the virgin dry and fucks Nandor’s mouth. The victim falls to the floor at Nandor’s side and Guillermo presses his hands down on the back of Nandor’s head, holding him down as he ruts against his face, finally finishing with a smug sigh. He lets go of Nandor’s head, trusting that his familiar knows to wait until he’s finished spilling his plentiful, vampiric seed down in his mouth. Nandor’s throat convulses as he swallows and swallows, breathing hard through his nose and straining to look up and meet his master’s gaze. His eyes are pleading and vulnerable. Begging his master for what he needs.

Guillermo’s blood stained lips quirk into a smile and he obliges, “You are such a good boy for me, Nandor. So, so good.”

“Alright, alright. We get the picture,” Simon grumbles in the background as Nandor finally pulls away from Guillermo’s softening dick. His lips are swollen and his jaw aches but when he turns to see that Simon’s crew is getting ready to leave, having finished their business and sated their unholy hunger, he feels nothing but overwhelming relief and happiness.

“If you ever tire of my leftovers...I’ll be happy to take him off your hands,” Simon remarks casually as he strolls toward the door.

Guillermo’s voice is as cold as granite as he replies, “That’s not going to happen.”

---

Nandor lies in the cramped twin bed wedged into one corner of Guillermo’s crypt. His master told him to go to bed, relieving him of his valet duties for the evening as a reward for his good behavior. Nandor watches Guillermo moving about the room, blowing out candles, slowly getting undressed and ready for his slumber. He hopes he’ll come and kiss him goodnight before getting into his coffin, but he doesn’t want to push his luck by asking.

Nandor’s eyelids feel heavy. The stress and fear of the evening have taken their toll and he’s barely clinging to consciousness when he feels a weight on the mattress beside him.

“Move over,” his master’s voice sounds tired, too, and Nandor wonders if maybe Guillermo had been just as worried about the meeting tonight.

Nandor shifts closer to the wall and swallows his shock when Guillermo climbs all the way in with him, drawing the blankets up over both their bodies and wrapping and arm around Nandor’s large frame.

“Master?” he asks breathlessly. They’ve never...just slept together before.

“Shhh, Nandor,” Guillermo murmurs, placing a kiss to the back of Nandor’s neck. “Go to sleep.”

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