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gonzo-rella · 2 years

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Headcanons: Being Laszlo Cravensworth and Nadja of Antipaxos’ Human S/O

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Relationship(s): Laszlo Cravensworth x Nadja of Antipaxos x gn!human!reader (romantic)

Warnings: Nothing you wouldn’t see in gay vampire show. (Let me know if I need to add any)

(A/N: Let’s start off with some shameless self-promotion for my Nandermo drabble. Sponsorship over. So, I had a jolly old time writing a Blackbonnet x reader fic not long ago, so I figured I’d write another poly thing, this time for my good time boy Laszlo and his good lady wife Nadja. At this point, my blog’s slowly being taken over by gay pirate show and gay vampire show, not that anyone’s complaining (aside from the people whose requests I haven’t written even after it’s been over a year- whoopsie). This is unrelated but I’ve added Marwa, the Guide and the Djinn (my beloveds) to my writing list. [Insert obligatory begging for WWDITS requests, especially poly Laszlo and Nadja, but I love all of my gay vampires and non-vampires])

It’s not too common that these two will be attracted to the same person, and, if they are, it’s typically purely sexual.

So, when they both find themselves attracted to you, it’s a surprise to be sure, but a welcome one.

It’s clear that they both adore you.

It’s not like they declare it multiple times a day in multiple ways.

They’re both incredibly affectionate, verbally and physically.

They’re very generous with kisses and cuddles.

Nadja loves kissing your cheek and lips, while Laszlo’s more partial to your hand and forehead.

So. Many. Pet. Names.

They gush about you a lot, especially in the early stages of your relationship.

Nandor and Guillermo are sick of hearing about how wonderful you are, even if they’re supportive of your relationship.

The most supportive of your relationship is definitely Sean- he’s as happy about your relationship as Laszlo and Nadja are, if not happier.

If you’re nice to him, Colin/the Boy will definitely approve of your relationship.

You become part of their group/family quite quickly.

You probably connect with Guillermo and Marwa because of your humanity among vampires.

Sean and Charmaine treat you like an old friend.

I can imagine that, at first, Laszlo and Nadja inadvertently insult and patronise you because you’re a human (if you’ve read my platonic!WWDITS 2014 x human!reader set of headcanons, it’s a lot like that)

“Ugh- stupid humans. Not you, darling!”

Eventually, they’ll manage to stop themselves from doing it (I feel like Guillermo would be the one who tells them to cut it out).

Very random headcanon: Nadja loves holding your face in her hands.

I feel like they’ll be far less critical of you as they are of each other, and they’re less likely to argue with you than they argue with each other.

After all, they’ve been married for longer than you’ve been alive.

So, they’re sort of in a honeymoon phase with you (it’d last far longer than it would in a regular human relationship though, since vampire time feels different to human time).

God they're so cute when it comes to you.

They’re very protective over you.

They think the world of you, but Nadja’s also referred to you as her ‘sweet, feeble little human’, so...

Nadja’s more feral when it comes to protecting you.

At best, she’ll incessantly berate the other person.

At worst, she’ll tear their throat out (unless you beg her not to).

Isn’t that romantic?

Laszlo’s more likely to make an indignant remark and drag you away (more than likely while your feral lady wife is on the attack).

They love taking night time walks with you and holding your hand(s) (you usually end up in the middle).

That said, they cherish any time that they spend with you no matter where it’s spent.

The idea of turning you wouldn’t crop up for a while.

Nadja would be the one to bring it up and plead with you to consider it.

Of course, you know they’d respect whatever decision you made, even though they both hope you’ll agree.

If you do, they’ll be overjoyed.

After all, they love the idea of spending eternity with you.

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2oppositesidesof1coin · 2 years

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I support Nandermo and all the mess these two characters are but I actually hope that if the ship does become canon down the rode they do get to have some soft/UwU moments down the road.

They’ve down some really awful things to each other (I still maintain Nandor more the Guillermo but Guillermo isn’t a saint). Nandor eats people and runs through relationships. Guillermo kills literally everyone unless they are in his little found family. I still think even they deserve some sweet moments. Like it would be nice if we actually get to see them watching a movie on rainy Sunday or the two of them just quietly spending time together like Nadja and Laszlo.

The characters can be kind to one another as much as they can be cruel. Nadja may threaten to kill Laszlo but she was just as excited to see him when he came back from cosplaying Jackie Daytona. Laszlo wrote a song for Nadja and makes sure to refer to as his lady wife as a fuck you to the men in London who were cruel to her for being poor.

Colin went mad with power but it was all because he was upset that none of the other vamps actually wanted to be around him and be friends.

Hell, Guillermo and Nandor have had their sweet moments. For as much as it was framed as a joke at Guillermo’s expense I think Nandor was genuine when he gave Guillermo the glitter portrait. He kept Guillmero in a cage but actively argued against Nadja and Laszlo that Guillermo would consider hurting them. Guillermo has abandoned Nandor multiple times and I would argue there may have been a few moments were he wanted Nandor’s vampirism, not Nandor. But he made little dolls of both of them, he put effort every year for Nandor’s ascension day celebration, and almost lost his mind trying to make sure that Nandor’s wedding was perfect (at least to Nandor).

I disagree that the point of the show is that they’re morally bankrupt characters who aren’t likable. Nandor has affection for animals, Nadja turned Jenna because she was being bullied, Laszlo has an over attachment to the human Sean, Colin’s little smile when Laszlo acknowledges his birthday still breaks my heart, and Guillermo has consistently tried to protect his weird little found family.

I think the point is that they are morally bankrupt characters who are supposed to be likable. They’re bloodthirsty monsters (and a human vampire slayer who kills everyone) who occasionally miss each other, can sometimes be sincere with one another, and will obviously always choose their weird little vampire pod over anyone else. TL; DR Nandermo have spent several seasons tearing each other apart. It would nice to have one moment in the next two seasons where they remind both each other and the audience that for as monstrous as they both are there’s some still love in their hearts. Even if its framed like Laszlo killing Jesk for Nadja I still think it would be sweet to see.

#nandermo #nadja of antipaxos #laszlo cravensworth #nandor the relentless #guillermo de la cruz #wwdits #what we do in the shadows

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spookymultimedia · 2 years

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Heartaches [18+]

Laszlo spends the evening alone with his mixed up feelings towards four different men in his life and wishes his polyamorous heart would take a fucking break

CW: there is strongly suggestive content but nothing explicitly in detail. This is not a lewd fic but the themes are mature.

'Heartaches, heartaches

My loving you meant only heartaches

Your kiss was such a sacred thing to me

I can't believe it's just a burning memory

Heartaches, heartaches

What does it matter how my heart breaks

I should be happy with someone new

But my heart aches for you."

The phonograph crackled out music in the small library of the house as Laszlo was laid facing down on his belly next to the fireplace with his face resting in his arms. Crickets hummed outside the window accompanying the music. Cold November wind blew harsh against the house. The boy was fast asleep in his bed and Nadja had been working at the club leaving the tired vampire alone with his thoughts. He was vexed by the thoughts of men, specifically. Multiple men whom he felt a variety of feelings and affections towards and it all spiraled into a headache of heavy feelings that left him stressed.

Love. Love was one of the emotions that was spiraling through his mind. His charming human neighbor Sean Rinaldi has been his sights for a year now his crush on the fellow had blossomed into something romantic. His spirit fluttered with joy when he walked into the room. The air was light and Laszlo's mood brightened. His voice was like a melody that could stain his memory for weeks. He was witty, bold and beautiful. He could never get as close to the man as he desperately desired. He recalled the prior week while, for a moment, he was hand in hand with Sean pretending to be lovers and parents of baby Colin Robinson. He remembered how soft his hand was and how his hand felt on his knee. Sean wouldn't remember but Laszlo certainly did. For a moment it was real. For a moment they were lovers. He wanted to be Sean's lover so badly. He wanted to embrace him and kiss him and make sweet love to him and belong to Sean. But that love was mixed with fear. He was scared of getting too close to Sean and getting burned. He was scared of rejection. What if Sean wasn't queer or keen on loving him in that way? What if he ruined their existing relationship? What if Sean knew the truth about who he was? Would he be scared? Even worse, what if Sean did love him back? Sean was human and he didn't know if Sean wanted to be a vampire. Humans are delicate things. Humans die. Someday Sean would die and Laszlo would have to live on without him.

Grief. Grief was another emotion. Everyday he yearned for his deceased lover Colin Robinson. His love for Sean was challenged with guilt. Was he trying to fill this unbearable empty space with Sean? Was his sickly sweet adoration a shallow ruse? Could he be using Sean as a distraction from his grief? No, Sean could never replace the one true Colin Robinson. Colin could never be replaced. He knew that. But the void that Colin used to fill certainly made him feel a unique loneliness for another. It was unfair. Sure, the time he spent with Colin was full of passion and love, he didn't regret any moment of his amorous relationship with him, but it only lasted a number of months and before he knew it all of it was turned to dust. It was so brief that the memory felt like a dream. His time spent with Colin was wonderful and even though Nadja would never ever admit it he had heard her sobbing in the daytime over the loss of Colin Robinson. He remembered Guillermo recalling the first night in those crates to London. He could hear her crying all alone for Colin. He was hurt knowing that his lady wife was also grieving. She, however, hid her feelings under a thick veil. Colin Robinson touched their lives.

Bitterness. Nandor the Relentless was a man whom his relationship with had been growing more sour as the days went by. Did he love him? Yes, they had been close companions for centuries. Nandor had been someone he had confided in once. Once he felt happy with him. He was fun. He was someone he felt like he could really bare his soul and talk to. He remembered one particular time when he spent all day hunched up in the basement in a gigantic pillowfort watching SpaceJam on the television, which was inside the fortress. He remembered being cuddled up and talking about everything on their mind. He felt like a fool to think he meant anything to Nandor. It was getting harder to call Nandor his friend. His rose tinted glasses were broken and now he could see Nandor for the selfish insecure ass he was. His trust for Nandor was shattered on the day his beloved Colin had died. He stood there stunned as Nandor dismissed his wife when she told him Colin Robinson was dead. She was vulnerable and sorrowful and he had disrespected her with skepticism. He stood there watching in horror as Nandor ridiculed their feelings. He spent the entirety of Colin's party thinking about himself. He didn't care and if he did he was too cowardly to show it. He believed that Nandor was too busy with his stupid face and his stupid wedding to think about how he treated others. In that moment in Colin Robinson's bedroom, something broke within Laszlo; their friendship was broken. He felt like nothing to Laszlo and it tore him up inside.

Guillermo. The felt lust towards the fellow was the icy snow on his mountain of the emotions piled up in his mind. The lad was unremarkably sexy. He wanted fuck him. He wanted to fuck that murderous chap. He fantasized seducing Guillermo into taking advantage of him. He dreamed of being under the killer's control; he wanted to be captured and tamed by him. He wanted Guillermo to let out his frustrations and put him in his place. His mind wandered there often when he spent time alone in his shed. Guillermo felt like something forbidden and naughty not only as a vampire killer but as Nandor's ex familiar. He didn't deserve such a beautiful human. A human like Guillermo deserved to be worshiped in bed with an attentive head between his large orc-like legs like the beautiful warrior he was. Nandor would be furious to know he fucked the man who he was closest to. His closest friend of 13 years. He knew Nandor longer than that!? What the fuck did that make him?!! Nothing?

Love, grief, bitterness and lust were the four horsemen that plagued his psyche. He laid there on the library floor feeling all four of these emotions all at once. Somehow they all connected to each other in a cycle that nauseated him. He closed his eyes, wishing his emotional heart would stop feeling. He wished his feelings would just blow away like the wind outside the house. He felt a hand brush against his shoulder. He immediately recognized it as his wife's hand. He looked up at her. "You're home early." He muttered.

"The workers had a walk out. I tried everything. If you can't beat them, join them." She sighed dryly in defeat.

He huffed out a chuckle and smiled, "I'm sure you'll think of something my love."

She smiled and ran a hand through my hair, "Now, what are you doing sulking on the floor like a dead fish?"

He frowned and moaned. "I'm exhausted Nadja, I'm tired of how much I feel for other men. My amorous feelings bring me nothing but strife. I don't even know why I spend my time and energy on such stupid emotions. " he said bitterly.

"Did Sean reject you?" She frowned in sympathy. He winced.

"Not-not verbally but his body language implies it. I don't know. I don't believe he swings that way my beauty," I rubbed my eyes trying to alleviate my aching head,"Am I smitten for this man? Yes. But frankly he's not the only man on my mind right now. I'm still in grief, Nandor is an massive bloody arsehole, and I am getting sexual fantasies about Guillermo that I am struggling comprehend-." He started to cry. It was too much stress and emotion for his dead heart to handle. "I want it to stop."

"Laszlo you're going to worry yourself into insanity one of these days." She shook her head. "Why can't you just talk to Seanie? Just get it all out and deal with it."

"It's not that easy." He shook his head.

"Just tell him the truth!"

"Oh so am I supposed to waltz up to his door and say: 'Oh surprise I am actually a blood sucking vampire who's madly in love with you and who's been thinking of your hands gripping my sopping wet dick!' in front of his wife??!"

She looked him up and down, "Yes." she answered, looking at him like he was the one talking crazy.

"Absolutely not. No. That would not end well at all." He shook his head am groaned," I am desperately in need a good fucking." He breathed out and rubbed his head. "That'll do my mind good. I don't want to think about anything but your body for the next 12 hours, thank you very much. No men. No more. I've had enough."

She grinned in delight, "Oh Laszlo I quite agree, I have some stress I need help with myself. There's nothing more stress relieving than sex," she said as she pulled him onto his feet before leading him to their chambers.

#18+#18+ fic #suggestive text #wwdits fanfiction #what we do in the shadows #laszlo x sean #laszlin #laszlo x nandor #Laszlo x Guillermo #nadja x laszlo #laszlo cravensworth #sean rinaldi #colin robinson #nandor the relentless #queerplatonic exes #queerplatonic ship #guillermo de la cruz #nadja cravensworth #Spotify

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katyakazanovas · 2 years

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songs i love that remind me of nadja and laszlo (and why)

dreamer's ball- queen

although the song is a bit about being apart, and they're nearly always together, the lyrics fit them so well. it just gives me such erotic vibes and they're highly erotic vampires who are into highly erotic things. "you're gonna love me when you see me, i won't have to worry." "take me, take me, take me, i'm your plaything now."

fly me to the moon- frank sinatra

i mean, come on, if you know why this song is here, you know why this song is here, and you've definitely seen the entire show so far. laszlo sitting down at his piano and singing this to nadja when he finds out she likes frank sinatra, and it leaving her in happy tears and SHE DOES THAT LITTLE CLAPPY THINGS WITH HER HANDS. "fill my heart with song, and let me sing forever more.” “you are all i long for, all i worship and adore."

something- the beatles

passionate, raw, almost transcendent. so... probably a lot like their sex. anyways, it's so hard for me to pinpoint specific lyrics for this one, because it's just all so good. one of my top favorite love songs of all time and i would cry if someone ever felt that way toward me. “i don't wanna leave her now, y'know i believe in how." "something in the way she knows, and all i have to do is think of her."

lay all your love on me- abba

another one of nadja's favorites! the title says it all. this song is very much about the physical aspect of a relationship on the surface, but when two beings really love each other, it just hits different. especially when you make the connection that laszlo doesn't necessarily care if nadja is intimate with other people, but she's his girl. his good lady wife. nobody else can love her like him. not on his schedule. "it was like shooting a sitting duck. a little small talk, a smile, and baby, i was stuck." "i've had a few little love affairs. they didn't last very long and they've been pretty scarce."

daydream- luna luna

such a sweet, loving song. a particularly toxic ex introduced it to me, but i love it so much and i think it fits nadja and laszlo perfectly. it’s sweet, sensual, and warm. it sounds like what i imagine laszlo felt when nadja crawled to his window for the first time. “i only want a taste, your taste.” “love that we uncovered, love that’s in the night.”

november rain- gnr

i mean??? have you heard this song? literally just??? laszlo singing this at his piano, and then nadja comes in with the harmony and- “when i look into your eyes, i can see a love restrained, but darlin’ when i hold you, don’t you know i feel the same?” “well, if you wanna love me, then darlin’ don’t refrain, or i’ll just end up walking in the cold november rain.”

#nadja of antipaxos #laszlo cravensworth #nandor the relentless #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows fx #colin robinson #baby colin robinson #the guide #sean rinaldi #charmaine rinaldi #guillermo de la cruz #natasia demetriou #kayvan novak #harvey guillén #matt berry #mark proksch #kristen schaal

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bazwillendinflames · 2 years

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Something My Soul Needs (3/6)

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This fic is a WWDITS collbaeration with FanFictionette and updated every Friday.

So, choosing the right victim had never been just about taste. The realization struck her with the force of a freight train. Suddenly it all made sense, her seemingly random stomach upsets - they were rare, but they had always come after draining some depressed human. How could she have been so stupid as to miss such an obvious connection?

Sad victims don’t sit well with Nadja.

Five times that she suffers the consequences of draining a miserable human, and one time someone else does.

“Laszlo, my sweet, are you sure you can't find a guitar teacher here?” Nadja pouted as the pair stood in the doorway of their grand Staten Island home. Laszlo’s suitcase was already in the carriage waiting to be taken to the train station, where he would travel onward to the Devil’s Crossroads, which he was pretty sure was in California.

“Nadja, dearest, just think of the ballads, the anthems, the hymns I shall compose for you -” He paused for a fraction of a second to put on his best Southern drawl, “Once I master this here six-string!” Laszlo brandished his guitar case for emphasis.

“And you'll write every day?” Nadja’s eyes were beginning to well up with bloody tears.

“Of course.” Laszlo promised, clasping his wife’s hands tightly within his own. “And now, Nadja - my darkest princess, my vampiric angel, my unholy goddess - I love you more than all of the stars in our eternal night, and I shall be back again before you know it!”

And with one final, passionate kiss to Nadja’s lips, her husband was gone.

“Yeesh...” Nandor muttered as he watched Laszlo’s carriage pull away.

He’d heard every disgustingly sweet word of their drawn-out goodbyes from his vantage point atop the stairs; Nadja and Laszlo had been far too wrapped up in each other to notice, he could've stood between them to eavesdrop and they would have been none the wiser. Nadja had still been standing in the doorway, dabbing at her eyes with a black silk handkerchief, when he retired to his crypt.

Dawn was still a few hours away, and Nandor wasn't opposed to the idea of a hunt, but he hated going alone, and Nadja wouldn't be any fun at the moment. Normally, Nandor quite enjoyed her company - they frequently hunted together when Laszlo was otherwise occupied, but she'd been so clingy in the weeks leading up to her husband’s departure, he couldn't remember the last time they'd gone out together. They would have plenty of time to catch up, he supposed, now that Laszlo had fucked off.

Sighing, Nandor opened his coffin, and was about to climb in for an early slumber when something caught his eye. Lying on the fur lining was a small, off-white piece of parchment bearing his name in elaborate handwriting. He snatched it up and tore open the wax seal, hoping it wasn't another cursed sigil from witches looking to steal his semen.

Nandor,

I’ll be headed for the sunny shores of California by the time you read this. Do take care of my good lady wife while I'm gone. We both know that my Nadja is more than capable of looking after herself, but she's never been good at asking for help if she needs it. I trust you'll do anything you can for her should the occasion arise with the devotion and attention she deserves.

Dark wishes,

Laszlo Cravensworth

P.S. And I do mean anything, I can't expect my darling to endure a year of celibacy!

“Fucking guy…” Nandor crumpled the note and let it burn to ash in his fist before climbing into his coffin and slamming the lid shut.

It took about three weeks for Laszlo’s first letter to arrive in the mail and almost a month of daily letters sent between them by raven for Nadja to finally stop moping. But soon after that, both Nadja and Nandor actually started enjoying themselves. Nandor generally got on fine with Laszlo, but Nadja was closer to him in age, so they had much more common ground: plenty of stories from centuries past to share and laugh at.

Besides, Laszlo never wanted to go to any of the good vampire clubs that New York City boasted. He was too proud to set aside his long standing rivalry with Simon the Devious and enjoy a night out. Even mentioning Simon was enough to set Laszlo off, which would in turn remind Nadja of That Bloody Hat. Nandor would be forced to pick sides (Nadja’s, he knew how best to pick alliances) and before long the whole house would be so busy arguing that the invitation would be forgotten all together.

Laszlo had taken That Bloody Hat on his trip and Nadja was too busy fussing over what cape she would wear, so she was in an usually good mood in the days leading up to Simon’s party. Without Laszlo to match with, Nadja instead put her energy into helping Nandor prepare. They were down a familiar - their last one had died suspiciously soon after suggesting Laszlo’s trip - so they helped each other dress for the event instead.

Nadja selected him an embroidered robe in red and gold. She chose one of her own dark purple dresses - a rare item that didn’t have a complimentary waistcoat for Laszlo. Nandor had offered to fix her hair, but ended up with his fingers tangled in it and left her to it instead. Laszlo was usually the one to help his wife get ready since she lacked a reflection, and his absence showed in her slightly lopsided bun. Still, she looked put-together and powerful, a stark contrast to the first few days of Laszlo’s absence.

“You look great.” Nandor said.

“I know.” Nadja smiled, sharp fangs on full display. “Well, Simon’s party awaits us.”

They had barely walked into the club when Simon, in all his deviousness, spotted them. He threw an arm around each of them and grinned.

“Nadja, Nandor! What a pleasant surprise.”

“You invited us.” Nandor said. He wiggled out of Simon’s grasp.

“No Laszlo then?” Simon asked. All his attention was on Nadja, who was openly scowling at him. “Well, I always knew it wouldn’t last.”

She pulled away too, a lot more aggressively than Nandor had. “We’re still married, you dipshit!” Nadja snapped.

Simon rolled his eyes. “Of course. I was merely joking, my good lady.”

“Well, your sense of humor hasn’t changed,” Nadja said. “Lovely to catch up Simon, we are going to dance now.”

She brushed him off, headed towards the dance floor. Nandor followed her. He was glad, it would be a shame to waste the night talking to Simon. The band was playing a lively song and Nandor spun Nadja under his arm before pulling her close.

Simon walked past, looking sulky. “Yeesh,” Nandor said, nodding in Simon’s direction, “What a sad-sack.”

“I can’t believe I slept with that prick.” Nadja said.

“You did?” Nandor asked. He wasn’t sure why he was surprised, but Nadja was usually pickier with her lovers. “Yikes.”

“Tell me about it,” She replied. “Laszlo made fun of me for months after.”

“Is that why he dislikes Simon?”

Nadja’s expression soured. “No, that’s all about that fucking hat. Hideous bloody thing, not to mention, so bloody cursed-”

Sensing yet another rant was coming, Nandor quickly interrupted. “I wonder if that red-faced little familiar of Simon’s is still around? I fancy a snack.”

Nadja cackled. “Nandor, you are full of good suggestions lately.”

They stalked off together as the band switched to another energetic song. Nadja smiled brighter than she had since Laszlo announced his departure, and Nandor was certain they had a good night ahead of them.

If Nandor hadn’t already been dead, the sight of Nadja covered in blood and standing silently above his open coffin most certainly would have given him a fatal heart attack.

“Where do we keep the towels?”

“Nadja, what the fuck?” Nandor cursed, sitting up in his coffin with a start and banging his head when Nadja let go of the lid. “You cannot be scaring me like that!” He pointed at her accusingly.

“Towels you bloody oaf!” Nadja repeated, as if she didn’t look like she had just crawled from hell. “I'd ask my dear Laszlo to bring them to me, but…” She sniffled.

Well, Nandor was certainly wide awake now. He climbed out of his coffin completely, careful to sidestep Nadja and the trail of blood she had left in her wake.

As they stepped into the hallway, Nandor could actually make out more of her disheveled appearance under the improved lighting. Nadja was a mess. Her makeup was smudged beyond belief (probably by the bloody tears that had dried on her cheeks) and her clothes were ruined. There was blood all down her front, staining her dress and leaving red marks on the floor - had she been sick? Only idiotic baby vampires who overate or tried to consume human food did that. But Nadja was neither young nor stupid.

“Nadja, are you…” Nandor trailed off when Nadja glared daggers at him. “Yes, towels, sorry - uh, closet in the bathroom.” He gestured vaguely down the hallway. “Top shelf!”

Nadja turned away and strode off without another word, leaving Nandor standing there, mouth agape as he tried to figure out just what in the hell was going on. He was about to return to his coffin and write the whole thing off as some sort of incredibly strange dream when he heard Nadja gag. There was no way he could go back to sleep now.

He followed the sound down the hallway into the master bathroom, where he found Nadja hunched over the washstand, coughing up what was left of her last victim. Droplets of red ran down her chin.

“Nad…ja? Eesh.”

“Go away Nandor!” She barked.

Nandor hovered awkwardly in the door frame for a moment before coming up behind Nadja and carefully gathering up her hair in one hand. He rubbed her back with his other hand - the way he had on the rare occasions when he’d been the one to comfort his children - wincing in sympathy when she made another unpleasant choking noise and spat into the basin.

“Okay?” He asked quietly.

“What do you bloody think?!” Nadja snapped, glaring at him once more. The effect was lessened by her teary eyes and makeup streaked face.

“Sorry! Sorry.”

"Stupid bloody man…” She muttered.

Nadja slumped against the wall and sank down to the tiled floor. Nandor was still struggling for the right thing to say when she groaned in pain and doubled over, clutching her stomach. Nandor sighed and sat opposite her with his back to the bathtub. Two mighty vampires, reduced to sitting on a bloody floor in the early hours of the morning.

“How come you’re not sick?” She demanded. “We shared all the same victims!”

“I don’t know! Sad victims have never really bothered me.” Nandor said with a shrug. Over the years he had heard of vampires who became ill after draining a certain type of victim, but he had never suffered in the same way. Apart from a sour aftertaste, the emotional state of the human hardly mattered.

“What?” Nadja groaned.

“You didn’t have to finish him off, you know!” Nandor crossed his arms, suddenly defensive. Nadja was always boasting about her discerning fucking tastes, the way some humans cared about fine wines. As far as Nandor was concerned for both, the result was the same.

Nadja looked up, her usual fierceness returned. “Nandor, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“The sad guy! Simon’s red-faced little familiar!”

“How was I supposed to know I was going to feel like shit?” She was growing increasingly frustrated.

“He tasted all sour!” Nandor exclaimed, as if that was supposed to explain anything.

“What the hell does that have to do with it?” Nadja asked.

“Sour blood comes from miserable victims.” Nandor stared at her, completely dumbfounded. “Nadja, how are you two hundred years old and you - hadn’t you realized that the sad people don’t agree with some vampires?”

Under any other circumstances, Nadja would have been furious, but there on the cold tile floor, exhausted and in pain, she simply started to cry. Nandor looked mildly panicked.

“Shit… Wait here.”

He left the bathroom, leaving Nadja aching, cold and alone. She only sobbed harder.

Back in his room, Nandor rummaged through his dresser until he found one of his seldom-used nightshirts. It would be huge on Nadja, but much more comfortable than that red-stained dress she was still wearing. He also grabbed a scrap of ribbon that he sometimes used to tie back his hair, and found a clean handkerchief, which he dampened in the small basin that stood in his room.

Nadja was still sniffling when Nandor returned. She looked utterly wretched, but surprisingly relieved to see him. He set everything down on the vanity before extending a hand to Nadja and carefully helping her to her feet. Then, with her sitting on the edge of the ornate clawfoot bathtub, Nandor took the handkerchief and set to work gently scrubbing the smudged makeup and bloody tears from her pale face. Once he was satisfied, he passed her the clean nightshirt, respectfully turning his back while she peeled off her soiled gown and dropped it in the tub to be dealt with later. (They really did need a new familiar, because he wasn’t dealing with that shit.) Finally, Nandor combed through her long, dark locks with his fingers and pulled her hair back into a messy braid, which he tied off with an equally sloppy bow.

“Better?” He asked.

Nadja nodded stiffly, not looking him in the eye. She crossed her arms, as if to shield herself.

“Nadjaaa, you don’t have to be feeling embarrassed.” Nandor chided. She shrugged and then he remembered Laszlo’s advice - she's never been good at asking for help if she needs it.

“Does your stomach still hurt?” He asked in the gentle tone he once used when his children had nightmares, or the rare occasions when he could sit with his beloved horse, John.

“Of course it fucking does,” Nadja replied. “I doubt you can help. Even my beloved Laszlo can’t take the pain away.”

“What does Laszlo do?” Nandor asked.

“He stays with me,” She said. “Where is that arsehole now that I need him?”

“Playing the guitar with the devil?” Nandor guessed. It didn’t seem to comfort her much. “Look, I will stay with you until you feel better.”

He half-expected her to resist but instead, Nadja nodded. “Okay. But no cuddling, that is for my sweet baby only.” She wanted her husband, but for now her big brother would just have to do.

“I will stay with you, at a distance, until you feel better.” He clarified.

Nandor extended a hand. Nadja reluctantly accepted, and allowed herself to be led down to the fancy room. There, Nandor used his pyrokinetic powers to ignite the logs in the fireplace and gestured for Nadja to make herself comfortable on the antique sofa. Once she was settled, Nandor found a heavy fur throw and draped it over her shoulders before planting himself in the armchair opposite her.

They sat in companionable silence until the crackling of the fireplace and the steady patter of rain against the blacked-out windows lulled Nadja into a dreamless sleep. Nandor, on the other hand, was far too worried to go back to sleep. He stared at the flames, brow furrowed.

Had a drink from an unhappy familiar really made Nadja this sick? Had this ever happened before? Was it always this bad? How had Nadja been unaware of her own sensitivities for so long? And, most importantly, did her husband know?

Laszlo was, of course, beside himself with worry when Nandor contacted him through the ether and informed him of his wife’s illness.

“I have half a mind to return home on the first available train, guitar lessons be damned!” He declared.

“What would Nadja say?” Nandor asked. “She’d think you didn’t trust her to look after herself.”

“My darling wife needs me!” Laszlo hissed.

“She just needs rest. But Nadja is getting that now.” Nandor huffed. “I have everything under control. If you left now, she’d be completely fine by the time you came home!”

Laszlo looked like he was going to argue further, but Nandor cut him off.

“And then, you’d have to explain that you left early because you were assuming that -”

“Yes, alright!” Laszlo snapped. “You’ve made your point. She’d never let me forget about offending her so…”

Nandor mentally congratulated himself, glad he’d managed to steer Laszlo away from full-blown hysteria by promising that he would teach Nadja what little he understood about her condition. Laszlo ended the call with a grandiose declaration that he would fly home himself if anything else happened to Nadja in his absence, and forced Nandor to swear that he would contact Laszlo immediately if Nadja so much as broke a nail.

Nandor sighed and let his head drop back onto the chair. Nadja was still sound asleep and Nandor was struck by how vulnerable she appeared - Nadja was by no means a petite woman, but she seemed so small wrapped up in her blanket. Had she really always looked so young? Without her dramatic makeup, it was easy to see that Nadja was turned before her life had really begun. Nandor was still watching her intently when she twitched in her sleep, letting out a pained whine and curling in on herself.

Poor Nadja… Nandor thought. He was certain that she would have much preferred the company of her husband, but Nandor was still glad that he’d been there - he hated to think of his friend having to deal with this all by herself.

True to Nandor’s predictions, Nadja recovered completely within three days. Despite this, and Nandor’s regular written - and ethereal! - reports that his good lady wife was perfectly fine, Laszlo still returned home a full month early.

He told everyone it was because the Devil’s Crossroads were actually in Mississippi. This was technically true, but Laszlo and Nandor shared a knowing look as soon as he walked in the door. It spoke of their shared experience taking care of Nadja and created a silent pact that one of them would always be there should she need them.

#what we do in the shadows #wwdits #nadja of antipaxos #nandor the relentless #wwdits fic

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rosebush-hollow · 2 years

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What We Do In the Shadows

MINOR SPOILERS FOR WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS SEASONS 1-4! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

So! I’m going through my second watch through of What We do In the Shadows because I’m not emotionally ready to move on, and I was thinking - again because I’m not emotionally ready to move on - each line of the theme song corresponds to the portrait of the character that the shot focuses on.

So, I thought, why not go through how I think each line connects to each character instead finding something else to do with myself.

“Don’t sing if you want to live long” - Nandor - Al Quolanudar does not exist, nor can he immigrate to the US due to his inability to say God and his lack of impetus to study for what is required of him to even get that far in the interview anyway. In a way, his song, or his value, is not useful in the world that he lives in - he doesn’t have his wives (yet), Madeline is dead because of the heart attack he gave her, and he isn’t useful on the Vampiric Council - that’s what Nadja’s for. His song, or his purpose, isn’t really relevant anymore; he has lost what life he had. Alternatively, you could think of Nandor’s ‘song’ as the wishes he gets from Djinn (author’s note: is it the Djinn, or just Djinn because I’m still a little unclear on it) and think of the line above as a reference to how quickly Nandor is using them up in a frivolous pursuit of happiness that he has no real sense of - he couldn’t even remember which of his wives that he really loved, and even when he finds Marwa, he changes her without her knowledge to just be a presence - not even really a partner. He’s using all of his wishes on something that I ultimately think won’t bring him any happiness, because a) he won’t have that power at his fingertips and will miss it greatly and b) all of his wishes were sort of meaningless because they all built to hollowing out Marwa, making her too perfect or too much of a blank space for Nandor to project the feeling of companionship onto.

“They have no use for your song” - Nadja and Laszlo - both musically inclined, but their musical talent will go unrecognized in the industry. They won’t be known for their singing, or indeed at all by a wider populous. They may be immortal, but it’s only in a literal sense, neither of them will be remembered by humans (not that it really matters considering they all die anyway). No one has use for their music because other people have already popularized it and it was, quite literally, ahead of its time. When Nadja is on the worldwide Vampiric Council, her idea for a vampire nightclub is immediately shot down, and she herself talks about she didn’t really speak up and express herself. In contrast, Laszlo’s influence on young Colin’s life is almost all consuming. Laszlo imposes a strict curriculum of ‘not being boring’ on young Colin, even though it’s shown that it’s not really working for young Colin. In short: Nadja’s song is dismissed and kept silent, Laszlo’s song flourishes over young Colin but is ultimately harmful, especially with regards to his rehearsal schedule and isolation from his peers. ‘They’ (whoever you decide ‘they’ may be for Nadja and Laszlo respectively) don’t have a use for what Nadja and Laszlo have to say.

“You’re dead, you’re dead, you’re dead; you’re dead and out of this world” - Very literal, they all died and became vampires, something that isn’t widely believed in, a supernatural underworld. I can personally totally hear Sean saying ‘that’s out of this world’ if he ever found out that Nadja, Laszlo, Nandor and Colin were vampires, no matter how unrealistic that reaction would be.

“Now your hope and compassion is gone” - Guillermo - it’s more indicative of his journey throughout the series, how hopeful he is to become a vampire and how dedicated he is as a familiar, but over the course of the series this hopefulness erodes and he started to go after what he wants for himself - he doesn’t feel particular compassion towards Nandor and the others in the same way that he used to. He doesn’t have any realistic hope that he’ll ever become a vampire, and he doesn’t feel for Nandor in the way he did in Season 1. Even is Guillermo is still a very compassionate person, especially towards his family and other familiars, he is embezzling to provide for his family and give them everything they could ever want, something that I don’t think he would have done in Season 1 because it was stealing from Nandor and the others, it was stealing from his master, and that was both not kind and detrimental to his desire to become a vampire. Now, he realizes that he doesn’t have to be so concerned, because they are immortal, he is not, and he can actually benefit from this whole arrangement. He is smart and way too cool to keep putting up with them without any sort of compensation.

“You’ve sold out your dream to the world” - Colin Robinson - He literally feeds off of people’s energy and emotion. He works a mid-range job, a place where people go to let their dreams die so he can feed. Colin doesn’t really have any aspirations beyond feeding, he specifically goes to places where he finds all of the despair that he can - like the City Council meeting, “a smorgasbord of banality and despair.” If he were not an energy vampire, it would be a no-brainer to say that he was an office drone, he’d sold out his ambition and hope and joy for a cubicle. It’s the exact impression that he likes to give (or at least liked to before he died and was reborn-ish). And when he becomes a theater kid, he is sort of sold out by Laszlo and Nadja to save the club (admittedly what pays for their lifestyle, but it’s still being paraded around for his interests - and sold out in a way that Colin doesn’t like, as shown by his annoyance with Laszlo about his rehearsal schedule and his forced isolation). The connection between Colin and this line is very shaky, but I think there’s something there.

“Stay dead, stay dead, stay dead; you’re dead and out of this world” - Again, pretty literal, they depend on not being alive to continue living, if they go into the sunlight or eat human food or participate in a lot of human activities they could die, so they really have to stay dead or they’ll really just die forever. And even if there was a way for them to reverse their vampirism, the world would have moved on without them, they wouldn’t have any way to cope with just being regular people. They’re safer as vampires, they are safer in shadows.

So that was my analysis - I doubt that it’s meant to line up that way, and even if it was intentional I’m sure I’m not the first person to talk about this. I just thought I’d share how I thought each line corresponded with each member of the main cast.

Have a lovely day/night!

#what we do in the shadows #nandor #nadja and laszlo #nadja my good lady wife #lazslo cravensworth #he's my best friend he's my pal he's my homeboy my rotten soldier he's my sweet cheese my good time boy #wwdits #guillermo de la cruz

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fanfic-fugue · 2 years

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Wwdits incoming because you wanted one at some point:

Fave fan theory? Character? Who would you kill with your bare hands (in a loving way) given the chance? Who'd you let kill you?

All important questions that don't need answering unless u feel like it

Oh this is fun!

My favorite fan theory is that Laszlo actually knew Guillermo was killing vampires in season 2, but didnt mention it because he would be too lazy to actively kill the assassins himself and appreciated the protection of his lady wife. I believe this because otherwise his very kind assessment in the later letter doesn't have any evidence to back it other than the theatre, and idk if that would be enough evidence for him to trust Guillermo with Nadja so wholly. Ever since i had this idea it's been chewing at my brain. I know that's not true but whatever.

I'm also obsessed with the concept that there are things the house mates are successfully hiding from the crew. Like maybe they had a meeting before the whole thing to agree that there were total no go conversations or details. On the flip side, i know there are things the crew is hiding from the audience, or even from some of the house mates, and this duplicity all around makes me feral. Like did Laszlo and Nadja promise not to kiss on camera because that's something super intimate and private for them? Idk but I'm insane over it.

Favorite character is Carol from the sewers. There's something about her that's so personal, and I'm currently writing backstories for her. I'm in love. She's my sweet baby.

I would affectionately kill Nandor (it's ok he wouldn't die) because he's just so fucking blind about Guillermo. I'd also kill Guillermo for this. I have two hands and I could choke them out at the same time.

For kill (serious) id probably kill Gail because she is mean to my baby Nandor.

I would happily let Nadja kill me because her rage is so sexy to me. Second place does to either carol or Guillermo.

Thank you for your amazing questions !!!

#wwdits

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yo.. I saw the request that you posted today? IT WAS SO FUCKING GOOD WHAT THE HELL? and I looked for the prompt and ended up finding it , Can you do a part 2 where the news reporter lady gets akumatized again finds the video that she was looking for? where y/n's crazy mafia father threatens to kill her now abusive ex boyfriend because he cheated on her but she was so blindly loyal and didn't want anybody to find out? like because that would be embarrassing but instead y/n didn't know (1)

HELLO! so I didn’t really understand the request well but i wrote this out and i’m planning on making another part related to this! so here it is! thank you for this request im so happy that you liked the first one. Speaking of which, if you haven’t read the first one here it is! Part One

The other part will be posted soon ;))

Strawberries, sunshine and Adrien Agreste on a red picnic blanket.

Life is so serene, so perfect at this moment. Especially with the blond resting his head on your lap as you run your fingers through his soft blond locks. He hummed and smiled softly. You noticed his cheeks were tinted red because of the time he spent in the sunshine. He’s gorgeous.

You pick up a strawberry from the plate and pop it in your mouth, the sweet juice bursting and dripping from the corner of your lips. Before you could react you felt a hand move to your face and wipe the substance with the thumb. You look down and see Adrien looking at you, his green eyes glistening and full of life. You couldn’t help but move down and kiss him softly on the lips. It was a slow, tender kiss which you didn’t want to pull away from but you did in order to catch your breath.

“Ma Belle,” Adrien whispers, moving a lock of your hair behind your ear. “How do you feel about coming to a film festival with me tonight?” “Film festival? You need to elaborate on that babe.” You say quirking your eyebrow up. You’ve never been to a film festival before, you didn’t even know what happened there. Fuck, you’ve never even been to a movie theatre before because you basically have a whole private theatre in your house.

He furrows his eyebrows at you and chuckles. “Basically once a year the students organise a film festival on school campus. Students get to show their own short films and projects that they’ve done while we sit on the grass with snacks and drinks. It’s really fun.” He explains.

It really seemed like fun but you end up looking down. You knew that after last time’s event some people still thought of you as a bitch. People still whispered behind your back and they still judged you. Other than that reason, your father was coming home tonight from Madrid and you were going to ask Adrien to come with you to meet him for the first time.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you want you come?” He asks you and you look at him, a slight frown on his face. “Alya is going to present her film today and I told her we’d come..” He continues and looks to the side.

“No, no I do !” You say quickly and sigh, “My dad is coming tonight and I was going to ask you to meet him.” You say, averting your eyes to the side.

You feel him stiffen up. “Oh.” He says.

“But I can tell him that we can meet for brunch tomorrow instead.” You say and hold his hand. “I know you’re nervous about meeting him but I just want my two favorite boys to finally meet.” You say and give him a small smile.

He softly chuckles and grabs your hand, kissing it. “Of course mon ange.”

You giggle and hug him. It made you happy that he was willing to come. He knew it would make you happy.

“What should I wear for the festival? I don’t want to be under-dressed.” You say suddenly pulling away, already thinking about the outfits you want to wear.

“I think I’d worry about you being over dressed instead.” He laughs a little bit and you playfully hit him on the shoulder.

“Nadja, if you don’t get me any scoop on them by tonight you’re fired.”

“Fired?!” Najda exclaims getting out of her chair. She watches as her boss raises a questioning eyebrow at her and she clears her throat.

“But madam, I can’t-“

“By tonight Nadja.” Her boss urges sternly, causing the red-head to gulp.

She nods slowly and keeps her head down as she walks out of the office.

Rage started eating her up from the inside. She needed to do something. Anything.

“Hey girl!” Alya closes you in a tight hug and hands you a red solo cup filled with juice which was already spiked with some type of liquor.

“Hey Alya.” You smile at her and give each other a friendly kiss on the cheek. “Are you nervous?” You ask her.

“No..” She scoffs and suddenly downs her drink, laughing nervously. “Okay maybe just a little bit.” She says quietly and it causes you to laugh.

“I’m sure that your film is amazing.” You reassure her.

“Thank you.” She says warmly. She looks you up and down. “You always love dressing up dont you?” She raises an eyebrow at you.

“I told her that it’s going to be causal.” Adrien sighs and you roll your eyes playfully.

“This is as casual as I can get.” You state and arrange the beret on your head, smiling proudly.

The two laugh and you feel Adrien kiss your cheek and sliding his arm around your shoulder.

“Marinette and Nino saved you guys a place up front, I’ll be joining you guys a little later.” She explains and nods over to where Marinette and Nino were sitting. You see them waving at you guys.

“Okay we’ll see you later then.” Adrien says and you both start walking away from her.

There they were, the whispers, the eyes all on you as you walk past the people. Adrien felt it too, you knew he did, that’s why his grip on you was tighter but it was also somewhat comforting.

“Allô!” Marinette says and giggles while she hugs you both. You could tell that she’s already had a few too many to drink You all sit down and start talking about what’s going to happen tonight, what films are expected to show and what you thought Alyas film is going to consist of.

You sip your drink slowly. This shit was strong but you didn’t mind it.

“Alya’s film is going to be the best.” Nino says proudly and confidently. “She’s been working super hard on it non-stop.”

You smiled at him. The way he talked about her with his adoring eyes - you could just tell that what they had was real. It reminded you of You and Adrien. Maybe you two weren’t there yet but the way he looks at you was the same.

“Luka’s coming later because he got held up at his gig.” Marinette groans and sprawls herself out on the blanket, her phone resting on her chest.

“are you and Luka getting serious?” Adrien asks, grinning at her.

She hums and nods. “I really like him.”

“I’m happy for you Marinette, you guys look really cute together.” You say and she sits up quickly.

“You think?” She asks, batting her eyelashes at you. You nod, grinning. “yay!” She exclaims and hugs you unexpectedly.

“Okay I think that Mari has had enough of this.” Nino says and takes away her drink, chuckling.

The atmosphere was amazing. People drinking, laughing and chatting all around you guys.

Everything died down when the screen in front of you turned on and everyone started cheering.

Alya quickly joined you guys and you all greeted her again quietly as you clapped for opening of the first film.

It was a love story between an alien and a human which formed because of their mutual love of French toast. Weird ass story-line but it was beautifully filmed for some reason. You could tell it was amateur but the shots and the beauty of the movie as the human and the alien shared their first bite of French toast really immersed you into it.

“those berries look so good im going to bust a nut.” You hear Nino whisper and Alya hushes him, earning a snicker from Adrien.

“I wish someone would eat me like that French toast.” Marinette blurts out and you clasp a hand over your mouth trying not to laugh.

As the film showed the ending credits the creator got up from where he was sitting and everyone cheered, whistled and clapped for him.

“Isn’t it Alyas turn now?” Adrien asks and Alya nodded taking a deep breath in.

Nino squeezed her hand and kissed her cheek. “Everyone’s going to love it babe.”

Everyone got quiet as it started.

Two people were sitting on the roof,

“It’s the end of the world isn’t it?” the character says and before the other person could respond, the screen went pitch black.

Everyone started whispering to each other in confusion and you looked over at Alya as she furrowed her eyebrows.

The screen turned on again but it was a different setting.

Two men were now sitting at a large table, one with a cigar between his lips and the other in front of him. Both of them were wearing a suit.

“Mother fucker.” The man says as he lights his cigar.

“What the fuck? This isn’t what I filmed.” You heard Alya whisper.

You were confused as to what was happening but you were too focused on the film in front of you. The man with the cigar came into view even more. He looked famillar.

“You can’t kill him.” The other man says.

“he cheated on her, Johnny!” the guy with the cigar shouts and hits his hand on the table.

Wait. Holy shit, that was your dad.

“He cheated on her and she still went back to him.” He blows out smoke and looks to the side. Disgust evident on his face. “I thought I raised her better than that, I guess she’s stupid just like her mother.”

A picture of you on his desk was shown in view.

You were visibly shaking, your mouth dry. You heard people around you ask you questions but you couldn’t hear anything. You couldn’t even react.

Your father pulls out a gun and clicks it. “I’m killing that bastard tonight, pay off a few people to make it seem like a car accident and we’re going to Paris. Just her and me. I’ve got too many problems with my junkie wife and I don’t want an ignorant daughter too.”

Tears stream down your face. It wasn’t a car accident. Your father killed him. That’s how Trevor died. Trevor cheated on you with one of your best friends back In New York but you never left him because you never wanted people to find out that someone cheated on you, you had too much pride for that.

You get up from where you were sitting and run away, ignoring the murmurs of people and gasps as the film continued. You felt like you were going to throw up, you felt like everything around you has been all a big fat lie. You heard Adrien call out your name but you kept running away until you froze when you heard a familiar evil laugh.

You turn around and see the villain from last time again. but this time it she was holding your father In her arms while he’s passed out.

“Finally! I got it!”

People started to scream and you simply fell down to your knees. Too weak to move. Too weak to do anything.

Your heart was shattered.

Flashbacks come back to you at Trevors funeral. You were sobbing as you watched them bringing out his casket. Little did you know that your own father was the reason for his death.

You were broken.

#chat noir #mlb #chat noir x reader #adrien agreste #adrien agreste x reader #miraculous ladybug

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motherof-chaos · 7 months

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SEASON 5 OF WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS IS FINALLYYYYYYY ON DISNEY+ 🙏🏻

I've been waiting since JULY.

#Can't wait to watch!#I've missed Colin Robinson 🥲#Excited to see my sweet lady wife once more 😌#Nadja my beloved 🖤#wwdits

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despite-everything · 3 years

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okay here's my live reaction to the new what we do in the shadows episode (obviously, there's spoilers):

- nandor assuming everyone was talking about the hellhound being in the portrait at first and just assuming guillermo should be there

- nadjas tits

- guillermo talking about the vamps making a new vampire and interrupting his justifications to just say "and i deserve it"

- nooooo not the missing colin robinsons in the intro...

- i love that the baron is there

- laszlo's "hmm" after nandor said "fuck you" and pointed at him

- nandor not saying "fuck you" to the sire

- nandor admitting that colin robinsons death affected him

- guillermo... the vampire hunter... slipping unnoticed into nandors room while nandor talks about how life is precious and can be snuffed out at any moment

- nandor and guillermo asking the camera crew to give them a moment...

- "you were one of the things i need to get away from to make a fresh start" NANDOR-

- "my sweet, sweet guillermo"

- NADJA CHOKING GUILLERMO!!!!

-the baron and the sire are still here agahajsk

- patronizing guillermo

- god nadja is so fucking hot

- viago saying "yas queen"

- laszlo being unable to function without nadja when she left is cute. we love pathetic men in this house

- guillermo my beloved... such a bitch

- laszlo telling his story while playing the piano is so charming

- guillermo interrupting laszlo and then them shaking their heads in unison omfg

- guillermo looks so ready to kill the guide

- nandor thinks he can go see the hanging gardens of babylon... babygirl definitely was NOT burdened by the complications of a university education

- guillermo calling this house a chosen family... then everyone promptly throwing a fit

- also he's wearing his slutty little gloves for the portrait. i love it

- the baron saying "here, here" to laszlo calling the british a bunch of classist wankers

- laszlo darling... leaving england forever to be with his lovely wife (and now im even more emotional about him calling her his "good lady wife nadja")

- nandor's little hair ruff!!!

- nandor calling guillermo a little rascal again

- "if it wasnt for me you'd be dead right now - if not by vampire assassins then by my very own hand"

- "then only reason youre alive is because i let. you. live." SEXY BEAST GUILLERMO

- "oh, my poor, dear thing" NANDOR

- GUILLERMO PUTTING NANDOR IN A HEADLOCK TO SHOW THAT HYPNOTISM DOESNT WORK ON HIM

- "master your sword needs polishing"

- guillermo screaming "PLANCHA" then jumping on nandor im OBSESSED

- oh my GOD guillermo catching the knife and going "uh-uh-uh" then throwing it directly into nandors portrait... okay maybe im into one man and one man only

- this is SO sexy. they are SO sexy

- "you can take care of me"

- HIS FULL NAME NANDOR SAID HIS FULL NAME

- this is a proposal. this is a proposal. this is a direct parallel to his proposal with gail

- guillermo deciding to take off his crucifix...

- holy shit nandor pledging to take guillermo to his homeland and turn him into a vampire... he is MAKING A VOW. idek if hes just being a manipulative little bitch - its his turn to be a girlboss.

- not the witch hat and nadja promptly yelling at laszlo and making him retreat

- "with my nan-master." JUST THE TWO OF US

- guillermo bossing nandor around while nandor is on his knees...

- the guide giving nandor a little card was cute

- laszlos shifty behavior about colin robinson...

- "we're missing 3 boxes of porn" agshsjsksk

- LASZLO SENDING GUILLERMO OFF WITH NADJA AND SUPPLYING HIM WITH WATER AND OREOS

- that means laszlo knows better than to try to just give guillermo raw chicken and ALSO trusts him enough to task him with looking out for his good lady wife

- GUILLERMO SCREAMING OUT FOR HIS MASTER AFTER BEING TRAPPED

- no no no no no not nandor being left at the station and calling out for guillermo

- with his jansport backpack im literally ready to cry

- laszlo calling guillermo a damn good bodyguard yet telling nadja he is strong, independent, and bold enough to take care of herself

- laszlo saying goodbye to colin ... omfg then the slime trail

- yes yes yes yes yes colin robinson please be reborn

- SCREAMING BABY COLIN ROBINSON IS FUCKING TERRIFYING

- OH MY GOD THATS THE END?????? THATS THE FUCKING FINALE?!??!?

#this was what i was typing in my notes app as the episode played #wwdits #wwdits spoilers #mine

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tiptapricot · 3 years

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🧡📖❤️‍🩹 for Laszlo!!

🧡-Everyone I ship with this character

—Nadja, of course. They are in love! And are a wonderfully gross couple in both the romantic and [redacted] sense. I love how devoted n sweet they are with each other, and relationships that have as much history as they do mean they’ve built their own domesticity together, which always get me because there’s so much you can explore when it comes to the bits they know about each other that others don’t. And like Ough…. Laszlo’s speech about why he left England…… I will cry. Girlboss and malewife you cannot beat that.

—Colin pre babyfication. I just… I love a good… like… friends to lovers arc I guess. They’re both stupid and their dynamic is so fun, n I think it’s also interesting because to me it takes Laszlo somewhat out of his usual hyper sexual sphere which can lead to some interesting relationship aspects you can explore. The best way I can describe them is friends with benefits except the don’t actually reap the benefits. They just hang out n Colin tells him dumb facts and Laszlo listens and paints his nails. And sometimes they commit murder! And maybe kiss a little too. As a treat :-)

—I can see Nandor as a past or more casual relationship but I’m not personally super invested in them together, same w Laszlo and Guillermo. They’re both super fun relationships n could have a lot of good things in them! They just haven’t snagged in my brain yet (but who knows). I do love a good old poly Staten Island house though!

—Honorable mention to Laszlo and Sean also, idk what they have but it’s there.

📖-AU I’d like to see them in

This sounds strange but like a… like a baker AU? Like… idk just the visual n vibes of Laszlo running his own little bakery called Daytona’s or somth n he’s got his sleeves rolled up n flour dotting his face n hands while he kneads dough n talks loudly w the customers, n his lovely lady wife does the decore n management while he gets to fuck around in the kitchen… I think there’s something there and I would like to see it!

❤️‍🩹-Angsty headcanon

Though it’s canon supported my reading of Laszlo’s emotional boundaries is kind of extensive shhshdh so it counts.

Basically, I think he’s great at expressing certain emotions, like passion and pleasure and anger, but he really sucks at doing the harder stuff, the serious stuff, the stuff that takes deep thought and examination. He wants life to be lavish and jovial, packed to the gills with things that feel good, moving a mile a second and never stopping, and he gets to have that for the most part, but it also means he avoids the things that… halt that. The harder things.

As we’ve seen in the show he’s bad at communication, n I think this comes from a place of not knowing how to handle it. He doesn’t like having to voice things, doesn’t know how to because he doesn’t like how the much more intense things feel in his body, and it’s hard to put words to them. So he just keeps them in, instead, decides what to do with them privately, and then acts. But he still feels them. He may be a master of bottling things up, but every bottle cracks under pressure eventually.

Send me an emote for a character hc!

#I think Laszlo ended up being my favorite just bc he spawned the most Thoughts n therefore has been the most active in my brain space #the fruit is talking again #the fruit is answering again #the fruit is headcanoning again #wwdits #laszlo cravensworth

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h3rmitsunited · 3 years

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I can't believe I thought it was a good idea to watch the finale right before I had to leave for work. How am I supposed to function right now without thinking about everything that happened? That ENDING? GOOOOOODDDDDD.

Just processing my thoughts under the read more... ignore me... also lots of spoilers, like all the spoilers.

I'm just like... what am I supposed to do now? How am I supposed to deal with no new episode next Friday and for months and months and months. Agony. It's agony in my soul.

I love how we all were just like immediately like Colin's gonna like regenerate or whatever, like there was no way that he was just outta there for good. It broke my heart seeing all his pictures just torn and crossed out in the intro, just like their thing with immediately getting new portraits done when someone dies and completely forgetting them, so they did the same thing with the intro photos. Which makes me wonder if they had other vampires in the house that they just vanished from their lives and never talked about again. Like if this is a normal regular thing for them to get these new portraits done, then they would have had to go through that before, unless it's supposed to be like a vampire thing, like culturally all vampires have done this and they just stick with the tradition of being like emotionally constipated and not dealing with death, which like... I mean like they are kind of traditionalists in terms of being sort of disconnected from the larger vampire society sometimes, since like the vampire council had the whole like in memoriam thing at the play murder trap thing. I don't know, would be interesting to find out there were like other secret members of the house that just died and they never talked about them again.

Gosh and just like Lazslo being all broken about Colin dying, and like then they were going to go be vampire royalty in England and he was going to go with his darling lady wife Nadja and then found baby Colin and like made a plan to not go with her. Like he had the time to write a letter and buy supplies for Guillermo not to die on the trip, like actual human food/nutrition stuff, and not raw chicken, and then got all the way there without reconsidering, like it wasn't some split second decision, I mean it was but it also wasn't and that he like is "entrusting" Nadja's protection to Guillermo, even though Nadja is also a ferocious murder machine who could definitely hold her own against Guillermo, and I'm like excited to see what that duo is doing next season. She is gonna be pissed. Gosh but she and Lazslo had been so sweet, and his like speech to her about leaving England because of what the club said about her, and they just have always been together and she left for two weeks and he didn't eat and was writing poetry and like what the heck is single dad Lazlso and weird nasty baby Colin going to be up to next season. Like honestly though a baby as an energy vampire is like the ultimate energy drain though, so that works, but also he probably is going to age nastily fast, so that will be interesting.

It was also fun that they brought the Baron and the Sire and the dog and the guide into the portrait too and they were part of the little family, and so cute.

And the guide bringing the farewell card to nandor that the wraiths had all signed. They don't know how to write so I dipped their claws in ink and just let them go to town on it. Like she obviously went all the way back to the council amidst all this to deliberately get this card signed for Nandor which I think was pretty cute, even though she's probably also more excited just to have this mess kind of moving on from dealing with their chaos, but it shows she also like kind of cares about them too.

And Guillermo. And Nandor. Oh. My. God.I mean not even talking about the ending, just like. I am processing. Like.... what am I supposed to do with myself after that.

Guillermo running after Nandor when he like runs off upset when Nadja argues with him, trying to get him to talk about Colin's death, and then trying to girlboss Nandor to stay talking with Lazslo and Nadja and Nandor is just like nope, I'm going and you're not coming with me. I'm leaving to leave you too. You're a problem. And Guillermo is just like full panic mode like wtf am I supposed to do with myself if you leave me. I devoted twelve years to you. And then Nandor going after Guillermo when he

runs into his room all pissed, and like Guillermo going into Nandor's room for this confrontation too. And the fight! Agh! It was just like... I mean you could see they were both holding back, trying to get their point across and like I liked that it didn't feel like either of them were really like hurt by being launched across the room. Like they could just have a little fun wrassling to get some energy out and Nandor was like this is what I've been missing, someone that fights for me, that gets me feeling this passion and energy and fight and like Guillermo giving it back. Honestly I got a little worried when Guillermo was holding the crucifix and Nandor said like, this is what I wanted or whatever he said there because for a second I thought he was saying like he wanted Guillermo to kill him and I was like uhhh hang on but then he kept going and it was like oh... alright okay.

And like Nandor basically just fucking proposing to his little rascal boy and on your knees on the banks of the tigress river, I'll turn you into a vampire like fuck are you kidding me? Like goddamn. And then Guillermo's just like alright see ya bitches I'm out with my Nandor... and ahhhhhhhh. I'm going crazy. There'll be plenty of time for hugs later. What Why What

And Guillermo being a little pouty puppy when Nandor didn't want to take the luggage and Nandor just like just kidding of course I'll take it. WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME

I am not even like processing the ending and the ramification of alllll that. Like Nandor waiting and calling out for Guillermo before getting on the train alone and just like feeling abandoned again leaving Guillermo's luggage there like Guillermo didn't really want to come with him, he like put himself out there and thought he was going to give Guillermo what he wanted, promising him they'd have the world together and he didn't show up, and Nandor just taking that as a rejection and leaving. And Guillermo all trapped and desperate and panicked just wanting to get back to Nandor because he knows what this will do to Nandor, knows how fragile the truce they'd made was and that the progress he'd been clawing for was slipping out of his grasp.

I am like.... I don't even know right now. Where is season 4. Where. Why did this season make me so insane. I've been watching this show since the end of season one and it laid a big fat colin egg in my stomach that finally emerged this season to absolutely smash me through my mushy skull.

#wwdits #wwdits spoilers #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows spoilers

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lobster-tales · 3 years

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Dancing

Day 14 of @marichatmay. This fic is available here on AO3.

Summary: Chat Noir crashes a wedding and waltzes with the girl serving cake. Also this is a song fic: the tune is If My Heart Was a House by Owl City

Chat Noir had escaped hundreds of times, just never from a wedding.

Stealth missions taught him how to weave through the crowd, away from the dancefloor. Behind him, a little girl’s voice called his name. Originally, he had promised Manon one dance, but that was seven songs ago, and he had finally managed to break free.

Chat Noir fled into the sculpture garden and ducked behind the hedges, skirting around the Musee Rodin. The building was small in comparison to some of the other art museums in Paris. Because of this, the wedding was hosted instead on the structure’s south lawn.

He arrived at the silent north facade of the building and pulled on one of the doors, ecstatic to find it unlocked. He slipped inside the museum, slumping against the door as he caught his breath.

While the outside of the museum was alight, the inside was still and moody, sculptures and paintings lining the walls. The noise from the party was audible but muffled, echoing strangely off the tile. Kinda creepy, he thought, rising to his feet. The eyes of the statues seemed to all be looking at him.

Chat Noir moved past the artworks, casting each one a wary look. He turned to enter the next room and froze.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng stood there with her back to him. Chat Noir saw her at the cake table earlier, serving the pastries from her parents bakery. When did she leave the party? he wondered. Come to think of it, she’s the only one here who didn’t ask for a picture with me.

She faced a bronze statue of a man, his muscled arm raised to push back his cropped hair, the other hand suspended beside him. Seizing the opportunity, Chat Noir crept forward. He reached out and gently tapped her shoulder.

“AH!” Marinette whipped around, grabbing his wrist, her other hand raised to punch him. She tensed, staring into Chat Noir’s green eyes. “Chat Noir?”

“Good reflexes, princess.”

She scoffed and released him. “Well, you shouldn’t sneak up on people like that! One of these days you could end up with a black eye.”

“I’ve had worse,” he shrugged, standing beside her. He placed his thumb and index finger on his chin, considering the statue. “I see you’re a fan of the male physique,” he said coyly, referring to the sculpture’s nudity.

Just as he hoped, her face flushed pink. “No!” She looked away, embarrassed. “I’m just a fan of… art.”

“Riiiiight, art.” Chat Noir moved in front of the sculpture, turning to Marinette and mimicking the statue’s pose. “Alas,” he said dramatically. “I sold all my clothes to pay the barber, and now he’s cut my hair too short.”

She fought back a laugh, her giggles echoing in the empty room. “Stop that!” she said, swiping at him.

Chat Noir broke character with a smile. “You know, I missed you at the reception.”

Anger flickered across her eyes, disappearing before he could wonder what it meant. “Seems I was the only one.”

“Eh, I’m used to fans.” The sentiment was true: his secret identity, Adrien Agreste, was a model. But no one could know that, he realized, and said quickly, “Y-you know, being a superhero and all.”

“Yes, it must be so hard for you,” she mused. “Everyone fawning over you wherever you go.”

“Well, not everyone. My lady doesn’t.”

“Good for her,” Marinette said with a smirk. “One less person to stroke your ego.”

And neither do you, he thought, but brushed the idea away. “I’m a man of the people. If the citizens of Paris want to snap a few pictures with their favorite superhero, who am I to say no?”

“I’ve been meaning to ask, are you crashing the wedding or were you actually invited?”

“I just happened upon it,” he said, feigning nonchalance. “I tried to stay hidden, but Manon found me out.”

“... So you saw when I..?”

“Showed up late?” He grinned. “Hard to miss.” He remembered Marinette dashing through the party, skidding to a stop in front of Nadja and her new wife. Marinette had apologized profusely, but the brides only responded with reassuring smiles. Anyone that was acquainted with Marinette knew her tardiness was unavoidable. Even Chat Noir had come to expect it from her.

“It wasn’t my fault!” Marinette faced him, her fists clenched.

He raised his hands. “No need to get defensive, princess. Manon was the only one who got upset.” Chat Noir chuckled. “She really wanted that cake.”

Marinette pressed her lips together to hide a smile. “I know. She’s been asking about it for days.”

“Seeing as it’s from your parents' bakery, I don’t blame her.” He watched as she turned away. “So are you a guest or are you working?”

Marinette drifted into a different room. “Both. Neither. When Nadja ordered the cake, I offered to serve it.”

“That’s nice of you,” he said, following.

“Well, she is my best customer.”

“Right, the babysitting.” Chat Noir paused at a sculpture of a centaur. “Manon’s a sweet kid. At least, when she’s not hungry.”

Marinette chuckled. “Let me guess; she’s still looking for you?”

“How did you know?” Chat Noir peered out the window. Manon had returned to the dancefloor, laughing as she danced with her new stepmother. “Actually, it looks like she gave up. Guess we’re both wrong.”

“Guess so.” Marinette stopped to stare at a painting. The light from the party wafted in, illuminating her in a soft glow. Chat Noir felt a flutter in his heart just looking at her, but forced the feeling away. He was in love with Ladybug, and besides, his duty as a superhero meant no dating.

Still, she looked so beautiful. He noticed now that Marinette was not wearing her usual jacket and pants. Her dress was a soft pink, with short puffed sleeves and a bow in the center of her chest. The waist clung to her, fabric spilling out around her thighs. She looked like a fairytale. Or a wedding guest, he thought dumbly.

“I like your dress,” he said.

She kept her eyes on the painting, but smiled shyly. “Thanks. I made it.”

Of course she did. Classic Marinette, overflowing with talent. “You did a good job.”

“Thanks,” she said again.

They admired the sculptures in silence, until she asked, “Doesn’t your… costume thingie have a timer or something?”

He looked at the ring on his hand. I still have time. “Yeah, but the battle today was pretty easy. By the time I got there, Ladybug had already done most of the work. I didn’t even use my cataclysm.”

Marinette searched his face. “That’s good.”

“Right? She’s pretty incredible.” He sighed dreamily. “Milady always has a plan; she’s a master strategist. Not to mention she’s beautiful and daring and kind and-” Chat Noir caught her looking at him with a funny expression. “What?”

“Nothing,” she said, averting her gaze. “You’re just… sweet.”

His shoulders slumped. “I know what you’re thinking. I’m a hopeless romantic. Someone as amazing as Ladybug could never be with someone like me.”

They entered the next room. In the center stood a marble statue with an embracing couple. The man’s hand rested on her hip while her arm linked around his neck, both seated and leaning into each other. Marinette and Chat Noir stared at the statue, enraptured.

“Maybe… it’s not you,” Marinette said quietly. “Maybe it’s just that… love is hard.”

“Yeah,” Chat Noir murmured. “Maybe.”

They exchanged glances, then looked away quickly. In this room, the party music came through clearer. A beat pounded as the crowd whooped outside.

Marinette cleared her throat. “I should probably get back to the party.”

“Oh yeah? Gotta go bust a move on the dancefloor?” He did the robot poorly, and she laughed.

“As if! I’ve got two left feet.”

“What a coincidence,” he quipped. “I’ve got two right ones.”

She rolled her eyes. “Sure you do.” Marinette took a step towards the door. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to plant myself on the edge and do my best wallflower impression.”

“You’re really not going to dance?”

The sincerity in his voice shocked her, and she stopped to consider him. “So everyone can watch me fall on my face? No thanks.”

“Oh come on,” he groaned. “You know how many songs I danced to? And my partner was three feet shorter than me!”

“You got yourself into that mess,” she giggled.

Chat Noir extended his hand towards her. “What if I ask nicely?”

Marinette glared at him. “Still not happening.”

“Please? Just one song.” He smirked. “No one can see you in here, princess.”

She pressed her lips together. Chat Noir did have a point, and the song was upbeat. Marinette decided she could suffer a few moments of awkward shuffling for her friend.

Marinette took his hand wordlessly, preparing herself for a weak shimmy. Just as she stepped towards him, the song changed. The beat disappeared, replaced by a smooth piano melody.

“Nope!” Marinette leaned away, but Chat Noir pulled her close to him. She was surprised at how gentle yet forceful he was, but convinced herself that his quiet strength was part of the super suit.

“Oh no, you don’t,” he grinned, guiding her right hand to his left shoulder. This close, he caught a whiff of her perfume. He stared at her for a moment, caught off guard by the floral scents. The smell reminded him of rose petals.

She shot him a quizzical look, jerking him from his stupor. “S-sorry, just… follow my lead,” he said.

Marinette stiffened as he placed his hand on her waist. Her mind raced as she thought of an excuse. “Th- this song is so slow, though. We won’t be able to dance to it.”

“It’s not slow. It’s just in 6/8 time,” he explained.

Her blank stare reminded him that he was wearing a mask. “Th-that is, it’s um…” Oh, whatever. “It’s not 1… 2… 1… 2… It’s actually, 1 (2 3) 2 (2 3). There’s smaller beats in between, and a full measure has 6 total.”

Marinette’s confusion fell away to awe. “Chat Noir, a musician.”

“Among other things,” he said, taking the chance to wink. “I’m a man of many talents, princess.”

She rolled her eyes again. “So how are we supposed to dance to it?”

“It’s a waltz. Here,” he said, backing away to look down at her feet. “Take a step back with your left foot. Now take your right and step to the side, so your feet are shoulder width apart. Next, bring your left foot next to the right.”

Marinette obeyed clumsily as he continued, “This is a box step waltz, so you’re basically making two triangles, and the triangles make a square. You’re going to repeat the motion, but backwards. So step forward with your right foot, left to the side - shoulder width apart - and…”

She instinctively brought her right foot to meet her left and he said, “Yes, just like that!”

Spurred on by his enthusiasm, Marinette tried again, alone. She stumbled a few times, stepping with the wrong foot. At one point, her legs crossed and she began to fall, but Chat Noir caught her. He helped her stand, taking her hand in his and placing the other on her waist once again. “Here, it’ll help if I lead you.”

They began to dance, slowly at first. Chat Noir was patient with her, guiding her feet with his own as he whispered, “1, 2, 3, 2, 2, 3...” Just as they established a steady rhythm, the song faded.

“Oh,” Marinette said, disappointment leaking into her tone. “I guess it’s over.”

Her sadness struck him, and he asked, “Wanna do another? Now that you’ve got the hang of it?”

She nodded shyly in response, positioning her hands once more.

The next song started with a low synth sound, no tempo discernible yet. The artist’s voice broke through, accompanied by the crisp beat of a hi-hat cymbal.

“You’re the sky that I fell through And I remember the view, whenever I’m holding you”

The song was faster than the last, but Chat Noir and Marinette adapted quickly. His muttered counts fell away, though his mouth still shaped the numbers with each step. Marinette watched his concentration, relaxing in his arms. She had never seen Chat Noir so focused on anything, and the change was welcome.

“The sun hung from a string Looking down on the world As it warms over everything

Chills run down my spine”

He twirled her spontaneously. Marinette gasped and fell to the side, but he helped her recover by pulling her close again.

“As our fingers entwine”

Chat Noir placed his gloved fingers between her bare ones.

“And your sighs harmonize with mine”

Within seconds, they fell back into the rhythm.

“Unmistakably I can still feel your heart Beat fast when you dance with me”

Marinette felt her pulse racing. She pretended it was just from the dancing, the fast movement.

"We got older and I should've known (Do you feel alive?) That I feel colder when I walk alone (Oh, but you'll survive)”

“Here,” he said softly. “Let’s try this.”

“So I may as well ditch my dismay”

Chat Noir pulled away and crossed his right wrist with hers, tucking his other hand behind his back. Their feet slowed from the fast triplet, circling each other on the two main beats.

“Bomb’s away”

As the artist drew out the last word, Chat Noir nodded at her. They switched, crossing left wrists and circling each other the opposite way.

“Bomb’s away”

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“No,” she lied with a smirk.

He smiled and said, “Big steps now.” Wordlessly, they fell into the waltz again as the chorus started. This time, Marinette stepped farther back with her left foot, then right. Chat Noir turned her to the right as she brought her feet together. She then moved her right foot forward, the left passing, then she turned her body once more to bring them beside each other.

“Circle me and the needle moves gracefully Back and forth If my heart was a compass, you'd be north”

They continued to move in a square around the marble statue. Marinette knew she should be stumbling, falling all over herself. For some reason, though, her steps were confident. Chat Noir kept her steady and secure.

“Risk it all, 'cause I'll catch you if you fall Wherever you go If my heart was a house, you'd be home”

As the chorus receded, they fell into a small box step again, one that saw them through the second verse. Marinette laughed breathlessly, her eyes shining. “Sorry, I’m getting dizzy.”

“Me too,” Chat Noir said with a grin.

“It makes me smile because you said it best I would clearly feel blessed If the sun rose up from the west"

Marinette felt too comfortable in the silence, and invited conversation by asking, “Where did you learn to dance?”

“It was actually part of the hero curriculum.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Oh, so there’s a curriculum?”

“Of course.” A playful flicker crossed his eyes. “My lady got higher grades than me in every class, except ballroom dancing.”

“I see. Even so, I must be a pretty clumsy dance partner compared to Ladybug.” Marinette chuckled.

Chat Noir fell silent, his expression suddenly very serious as the verse ended.

“Flower-bomb perfume All my clothes smell like you 'Cause your favorite shade is navy blue”

For the next part of the song, Marinette held tight with one hand and outstretched the other. She turned into him as Chat Noir took her other hand, twirling her in his arms.

“I walk slowly when I'm on my own”

Within the closeness, he said, “You’re not clumsy, Marinette.”

“(Do you feel alive?)”

She tensed as she repeated the motion, pulling away from him, then returning to spin beside him.

“Yeah, but frankly, I still feel alone”

This time, he held her in his arms for a longer moment. “In fact, you’re the best dance partner I’ve ever had.”

"(Oh, but you'll survive)"

She managed a gulp as they waltzed the small box step once more. Marinette looked away, not wanting to meet his soft gaze.

“So I may as well ditch my dismay”

They crossed wrists again and glided around each other.

“Bombs away”

When she moved to switch wrists, Chat Noir instead reached his hand around her waist. Marinette jumped slightly, her hand going to his neck on impulse. They held each other close as they circled once more.

“Bombs away”

They positioned themselves for the waltz as the chorus started to build. Just as the drums intensified, the sound fell away into a mellow synth. Both of them froze, relaxing when the artist sang once more. They grinned sheepishly at each other. Chat Noir’s cat-like eyes were luminescent in the darkened room. Marinette’s reflected the glow of the party lights outside.

“Circle me and the needle moves gracefully"

Both became acutely aware of his hand on her waist. He shifted his grip, the motion sending a shiver up Marinette’s spine. Her lips parted slightly, and Chat Noir wondered if they had always been that pink.

"Back and forth, if my heart was a compass you’d be north."

Marinette stiffened in preparation to dance, snapping Chat Noir out of his reverie. As the music crashed into passion again, they resumed their waltz around the room. There was no hesitation in their movement, nothing awkward or uncoordinated. The sculpture of the lovers sat at the center of their path, marble lips pressed against each other. The statue’s intimacy paled in comparison to their dance.

“Risk it all, 'cause I'll catch you if you fall Wherever you go If my heart was a house you’d be home”

The dancers broke from the routine at the same moment. They became a series of twirls and spins, Marinette’s dress flaring out with the movement. Chat Noir never looked away from her, and when she finished her final twirl, he placed his right hand on her waist and reached under her knee with the left. The light pressure of his fingers asked silently, and Marinette granted his request by lifting her knee to his grasp, her arm secured around his shoulder.

“If my heart was a house you’d be home”

He held her as they spun, their faces centimeters apart. Slowly, he set her down, and they resumed their waltz as the song played out it’s final notes. Sensing the end, Chat Noir placed both hands on her waist. Marinette let herself be dipped, stretching out one hand gracefully.

When she stood, they held each other’s hands, breathless. The song transitioned into an upbeat anthem, the wedding guests cheering from outside the museum. Despite the noise, Chat Noir and Marinette heard nothing, only the pounding of their hearts. Well that, and…

Beep beep beep!

Chat Noir winced, glancing at the ring on his hand.

“You’re going to transform soon,” Marinette said. She spoke with an unnerving certainty, but Chat Noir had no time to reflect on it.

“Yes.” He stared at her. Her back was to the window, the light illuminating the fabric of her dress. Chat Noir committed the sight to memory, before lifting her hand in his own and pressing his lips to her knuckles. “Merci, princesse.”

With that, he retreated to the shadows, slipped through the door, and melted into the night.

#marichat may #mlb #mlb fic #marichat #chat noir #marinette #my fic #song fic

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