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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 3 years

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Forgive, But First Fun - Nandor x f(vampire) reader

Summary: After getting left behind to fight off a pack of werewolves on your own, now mad at Nandor, you and Nadja have decided a little night out couldn’t hurt.

Warning: slight angst, fluff, fun times, and a tiny smut mention

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Trudging angrily through the manors wooden doors, face stern and almost scary enough to put the fear of God into anyone. Your boots stomp into the large opening and onto the wooden floor boards as Gullimero, Nandor, and the documentary crew follow you in.

Your cloak is ripped and dirty as it lays in a pathetic black heap of cloth in Gullimero’s arms, your hair not looking any better, not to mention your face and arms that have various cuts paired with grass smudge marks adoring your skin. All in all you look like a hot mess.

“What the fuck happened to you lot? You’ve been gone all night.” Questions Laszlo as he walks into view from out of one of the hallways, his eyes scanning over a perfectly clean and handsome Nandor, then over to the dirty crew and disheveled Guillermo who’s got some leaves stuck to his hair.

“I don’t know.” You snap sarcastically, “How about you ask Mr. Dodgy-shit-stick over there.” Referring to Nandor who’s looking anywhere but you, keeping as silent as ever.

Gullimero looks between you and Nandor, then back at a confused Laszlo. “Oh, um they’re not speaking to each other right now.”

“And why the fuck not?”

Guillermo sighs before leaning towards Laszlo, “Nandor wanted to graffiti where the werewolves live and Y/N said he’d get caught and then Nandor said no I won’t and then he did.”

Laszlo raises a curious brow, “That’s it?”

“Oh, um....” Guillermo awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, suddenly pulling off a green leaf, “then they chased us to the park and when the pack closed in on us Nandor turned into a bat and left us behind so Y/N had to fight one of them off so we could escape and now we’re here.”

“Well that sounds rather exciting.”

“Not at the time.” Whispers Guillermo to no one in particular as he glances over at the camera.

“Huh,” Mutters Laszlo thoughtfully, scratching his beard as he thinks of how to help this situation, “well if you two dingbats aren’t talking to one another I believe Nadja needs you Y/N. Something about....well actually I’m not entirely sure.”

Perking up ever so slightly at this positive news, you cross your arms over your chest defiantly, “Well since someone does, I’ll be going then.” You grumble with a low growl at your Nandor who’s refusing to make eye contact while he stares frustrated at the floor.

Nodding in acknowledgment, Laszlo watches you stomp angrily up the steps before turning his head over to Nandor who’s now watching you leave with big sad eyes.

“Alright why’d you do it?” Interrogates Laszlo with a raised brow.

“Do whaaat?” Replies Nandor defensively, his once high and mighty aurora reappearing in an instant.

Rolling his eyes, Laszlo sets a hand on his hip sassily, “Well I sure as hell don’t want an angry Y/N wandering around this old place for the next however the fuck it takes you both to make up....in however fashion that may be. So I ask again, why’d you puss out and flee like a mangy opossum?”

Pursing his lips together in apprehensive embarrassment, Nandor mutters to himself before finally crossing his arms over his broad chest and sighing, “Because......I....I don’t know I panicked!” Exclaims the large vampire, causing Laszlo to start laughing. “Why are you laughing?”

Wiping a fake tear from his eye, Laszlo lets out a few more chuckles before finally composing himself, “My good man that is the second saddest thing I’ve ever heard. The first being when one of my many victims offered me one of their rare and exclusive Poki-muns card which I still have no idea what the fuck they were on about. Anyways, doesn’t matter, all I’ll tell is that you better make it up to her.”

“But she’s scary when she’s angryyy.” Whines Nandor with a frown.

“That’s all women my young pup, but since your lovely lady is a vampire she’s more dangerous.” He says while giving Nandor a kind pat on the back, “So uh, stay safe out there.” Adds Laszlo before turning and walking down the hallway leaving Nandor with his thoughts, Gullimero, and the documentary’s camera crew.

“What are you all looking at!” Snaps Nandor to the rest of the room.

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“Oh my goodnessess that’s awful, my poor dark angel.” Soothes Nadja as you take a moment from your long and needed rant about the adventures in the park and Nandor’s cowardly stupidity. “That big hairy rhino doesn’t deserve you Y/N.” She reasons honestly, doing her best to make you feel better, knowing all to well the level of competent decision making skills of the other two vampires in the house.

“I know.” You mutter in agreement, your body tense and agitated as you pace back and forth in front of her as she sits in a chair, “Fucking beautiful idiot prick horse-fart of a husband. Urgghhh!” You proclaim loudly while throwing your hands into the air angrily, causing the furniture in the room to screech backwards across the old flooring at your outburst of vampiric energy. Nadja’s long obsidian hair blowing backwards as you do so while she keeps seated, unflinching.

Face softening, she gives you a sympathetic smile, “Oh my lovely fierce lioness, I know exactly what will make that sad little frown turn into a happy one.” Beams Nadja with an excited clap of her hands.

Hugging your sides, you let out a frustrated huff before giving your old friend a shrug, “What do you have in mind?”

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“So we’re at the carnival!” Claps Nadja in delight as she smiles at the camera, “This will hopefully relieve Y/N’s pent up angers and keep her mind off of Nandor.....for now.” She adds a bit uncertainly.

“HA HA take that fuckers!” You shout joyfully from behind her, the camera panning over to you at the ball toss where you’ve been knocking down plastic bottles with a rubber ball. The stall owner cowering in the corner as he shields himself with a stuffed zebra.

The camera focuses back on Nadja, “I think it’s going really well so far.” She confirms with a convincing grin. “Relieving all that..uh....rage.”

After winning a stuffed snake taller then you and deciding to wear it as a strange fashionable scarf, you and Nadja are wandering the carnivals streets while people watching to pass the time.

“So that’s why I never walk on the roof after 3am when I’ve had homeless man’s blood.” Rambles Nadja as your thoughts about Nandor come trickling down into your brain and nose. Huh, strange, must be cause you’re still wearing a thin red scarf of his.

No, stop thinking about him.

“Good lesson learned then,” You add with the flash of a smile before nudging her shoulder gently, “hey you wanna watch me win you something cool?”

Perking up in an instant, Nadja smiles a devilish fangy grin as she stops to eye up the multiple game stalls, “Why I would be delighted my dear Y/N, how about....um, oooh I want that giant tropical fishy with the long whiskers over there.” Points Nadja as your eyes travel over to the game stall with the large prizes.

It’s a game that requires the individual to shoot an arrow directly on three different sized bullseye’s stationed at various heights. Smiling like an idiot, you nudge your vampiric acquaintance in agreement, the both of you quickly swaggering over to the carnival game and it’s plush flashy prizes just screaming to be won.

“Hello good sir, my skilled roommate Y/N here is going to win me that fish.” Beams Nadja proudly as the teenager jumps off his chair to greet the two of you.

He smells like weed but surprisingly looks decent all things considered, “Uh yeah alright, two bucks for three arrows, hit every target directly on the middle red mark and if you make it on the bonus poster on the far back wall then you’ll have a chance to win that fish, good luck.” Mumbles the kid unenthusiastically as you slide him the cash.

Picking up the shitty yet still functional carnival bow, you give Nadja a wink before fitting an arrow in the nock and pulling back, lining up the shot and releasing directly into the first target to the left. Smirking to yourself you quickly draw again, hitting your second mark just as intended. Pays to be a skilled archer huh.

“Damn that’s pretty good aim.” Nods the teen as he watches in awe as you fit another arrow, releasing and punching a hole in the middle of the third target.

Nadja claps in excitement from behind you, “Yes! Win me that colorful fat bitch my feisty lioness!”

Standing like a warrior ready for battle with your bow in hand and wind blowing in your face, the kid almost drops the arrow he hands you for the winning shot as he practically swoons.

“Get those scissors ready, that fish is mine.” You growl in determination while picturing Nandor’s head as the final target, drawing back, you let the arrow fly straight into the bonus target. Winning Nadja her giant fish plushy.

“Yessss!” Shouts Nadja in delight as you drop the bow onto the table like a bad bitch before eyeing up the kid with a raised brow, “We’ll be taking the fish now.”

Wide eyed he almost falls off his chair, “Wait um, that’s the last one...I didn’t think, uh, my boss doesn’t want me to give away those ones.” He stutters out.

“What!” Snaps Nadja, “Then why are they just hanging there? You lied to us you little shit!”

“I’m sorry.” He pleads apologetically, “That’s what my boss told me. And no one ever wins the big prizes anyway so I didn’t think...”

“Well your boss he can eat a big horse turd cause I’m taking that fish.” You growl before jumping up and unhooking the fish from its perch above your heads, handing it to a practically glowing with joy Nadja who immediately hugs the thing.

Sticking your tongue out at the teen, you and Nadja turn to leave before a boney hand is suddenly on your shoulder, twisting around in an agitated instant, your face is mere inches from the wide eyed boy as he attempts to look even a tad bit threatening.

“No.” Is the only thing that slips from your tongue before your hand shoves him back, his whole body going air bound into the back of the carnival tent while the kid lets out a panicked scream.

“Ooooh Y/N that was very sexy of you.” Smirks Nadja while wiggling her dark brows, “Too bad a certain cowardly lion wasn’t here to see it.”

Petting the stuffed toy snake around your neck absentmindedly, you smile back a fangy grin, “Yes. Too bad.”

Continuing on your late night stroll through the carnival you both pass by random strangers, families, elders, children, and lovers all minding their sweet business completely unawares to the dark supernatural world walking right past them.

Although you’re quite enjoying this time spent with your best friend in the whole wide world, a low dull feeling of emptiness can’t help but creep into your undead being the more you catch sight of new and old couples walking together.

Sensing your growing sadness, Nadja nudges your shoulder playfully to gain your distracted attention, “Hello in there my black rose, what is on your mind?”

Holding the snake close to your body, a small smile creeps its way onto your face knowing she’s looking out for you, though it’s gone soon enough, “Oh you know....uh....blood.” You mutter unenthusiastically, trying to keep your thoughts away from Nandor and how much you miss him right now.

“Blood is it? But we just fed before attending the carnival.” Inquires Nadja in confusion as she keeps a normal pace at your side while the two of you follow the sidewalk past various shops and restaurants. “What is actually plaguing your mind my dear one?” She wonders with a frown, not keen on seeing you upset and in a grey mood.

Biting your lip anxiously, though not hard enough to draw blood, you walk past a couple more people before your eyes catch the sight of a small black bat disappearing behind a corner building just up ahead.

Squinting your eyes, your nose suddenly catches the scent of someone very familiar, “Nandor?”

Turning her head to face you, Nadja’s brows furrow in puzzlement, “What? No my sweet hurricane, forget that mangy old bear he’s not important right now.” Urges Nadja as she looks forward, suddenly surprised to catch a glimpse of someone who looks a lot like Guillermo racing behind the same corner you saw the bat fly behind. “Okay um what the fuck? Did you see that too?”

Glancing at Nadja you nod before quickening your steps as she does the same, her skirts flowing as she tries to catch up with you, though you’re much faster and with lack of annoying dress material, “Wait! You’re too fast.” Yelps Nadja.

Ignoring her protests you book it down the sidewalk like a maniac, almost running into a jogger before skidding round the corner of the brick building and coming face to face with a wide eyed Guillermo who gasps in surprise. Nudging him to the side, your eyes immediately fall upon the nervous fangy grin of your Nandor.

He gives you a shy little wave before shuffling awkwardly in place, awaiting your rampage of verbal and possibly physical assault that he’s certain is in the near future.

Taking a deep breath, you cross your arms over your chest defensively, “Were you following me?”

“Um, well.....I might have been....but only to make sure you were okay.” Mutters Nandor honestly, eyes shifting from you to the ground nervously as he awaits your wrath.

Pursing your lips together in thought, you shake your head before taking off the stuffed toy snake and holding it firmly in your hands. With a low growl do you grasp the snake in your right hand and hold it back like you might swing at any moment.

“You’re a fucking nincompoop you know that right?” Slips from your mouth without an once of anger lacing your words, instead do you hand the snake to Gullimero as Nandor watches in puzzled fear.

Taking a swift step forward, you point a finger into his strong chest while looking sternly up at him, “Racing off and leaving me too fight that angry bitch all by myself, and now following me when I needed a break from you! Nandor....... you’re something else.” You add with a shake of your head.

“Yes I know, and I’m sorry my love.” Smiles Nandor with saddened eyes, “I promise to keep you save from now on and fight off any werewolf who tries to hurt you....even if I am scared.”

Taking a step back, you can’t help the smirk that forms onto your face at his sweet words of forgiveness and sincerity. You know how much he fears werewolves and that he fled the scene thinking you were planning on following too, not realizing that you might actually give a shit about Gullimero’s and the crew’s lives.

“Oh my dear puff dragon,” You declare softly with a small smile, reaching both hands out to grasp his own, “I forgive you.”

Nandor’s face breaks out into the biggest and happiest grin you’ve seen since his last birthday when he walked into your shared crypt only to find you naked and holding a bushel of red roses while seated seductively on his coffin.

“Oh that’s fantastic because I was really missing you.” Reveals Nandor with a gentle squeeze of your hands. “Laszlo and Guillermo can’t make me laugh nearly as much as you can, they’re honestly rather boring.” He says before leaning in closer to whisper, “and not very attractive to look at either.” Causing you to crack another grin and your undead heart to fill with butterflies.

Chuckling you reach up with one hand to pull his collar closer to you and a second later do your lips clash sweetly against one another in a heated moment of passion. He smiles into the kiss before moving to pull you in closer with both of his hands, one slipping low to cheekily pinch your round bottom.

Feeling him against you once again has to be the best sensation in the whole entirety of the world even if you’ve only been separated for a couple of hours. You absolutely love the way his fingers dig into your back and bum with an animalistic eagerness that’s slowly starting to drive you insane. Oh, the things he does to you.

Especially how his tongue slips into your mouth with ease while you tug at his hair long dark locks. “Y/N!” Suddenly shouts Nadja.

“Nandor!”

Begrudgingly pulling away, you turn around to face the confused lady vampire while Nandor hugs you from behind, happily smirking at her, knowing she can’t do anything to hurt him now. “Yes Nadja.” You answer.

With the fish plushy hung over her shoulder, her brows furrow in confusion, “What the fuck are you doing? I thought you were mad at him?”

“Yeah well, I was starting to really miss him and also I’m kind of horny now so.” You reply with a shrug as Nandor hugs you tighter, resting his bearded chin against your head while Nadja huffs in defeat.

“Alright. See you at home then.” Adds Nadja before turning towards Guillermo and shoving the giant carnival fish into his arms, “Hold this Gizmo I’m going home.” Then just like that she’s gone in a black wispy poof, flying away in bat form towards the vampire resistance on Staten Island.

“Okay then.” Mutters Gullimero as he looks up at the dark sky.

Feeling a wet kiss on the side of your face and neck you smile before turning around to face your dear husband, “Shall we take flight to seek out our bed chambers?” You speak slyly in a soft yet seductive voice.

“Yes.” Grins Nandor with a flash of lust and excitement before turning his attention over to Guillermo, “Hey Guillermo I’m leaving to make passionate love to my wife so don’t bother us or I will have a rat shit in your pillowcase. Okay?”

You giggle to yourself as Gullimero’s cheeks redden while he side eyes the camera, “Understood master. Have fun.” Squeaks out the loyal familiar as he stands there awkwardly with his hands full of two carnival prizes.

Nandor sneakily squeezes your bottom once more as he gives Gullimero a knowing smirk, “Oh, we will.” Then a second later you two are flying high above the city in bat form, ready to make love to your sweet Nandor for probably the twentieth time that week.

Down below the camera pans over to Gullimero as he blinks, “Well uh, I have these things now..” He says, holding up the fish, “and I am so not looking forward to cleaning up their mess.......again.”

#I love me some himbo vampire what can I say #nandor the relentless #what we do in the shadows #Nandor #Nandor x reader #nandor x you #nandor x y/n #wwdits #what we do in the shadows x reader #fanfiction #my fanfic

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chelsfic · 4 years

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Guillermo the Heartless - Guillermo x Nandor One-shot Smut - *MIND THE WARNINGS*

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Summary: Guillermo is a vampire and Nandor is his human familiar and sex slave.

A/N: This is cursed.

Warnings: Non-con elements, Dub-con, Manipulation, Praise kink, Dom/sub, humiliation, dead dove dead dove

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“You could throw me down and walk on me And I'd just look on through my love and through the haze.” --Nightingale, Saves the Day

Guillermo the Heartless looks down at his flushed, panting familiar spread out for him like a needy sacrifice. Nandor's mouth is open and every few seconds a keening moan falls from those luscious lips as he works himself open with frantic desperation.

"That's good, Nandor," Guillermo praises, his cold eyes fixed on the throbbing vein in his familiar's cock. He can hear the thundering rush of blood flowing to the human's genitals. "You better be ready for me by the time I finish undressing. Because I'm fucking you no matter what."

The human makes a strangled sound and adds a third finger to the two already stretching and scissoring his hole open. Nandor is a vision like this. His long, dark hair, usually kept up in a sensible bun, cascades over his shoulders, tendrils falling across his face and sticking to the sweat on his brow. Guillermo’s gaze lingers on the dark hair covering his broad chest and extending down over his soft belly where his heavy, untouched cock weeps precum.

“Yes, master,” Nandor’s deep, accented voice is at odds with the tone of absolute submission. “I’ll be ready for you. Please…! I’ll be--I’ll be a good boy for you.”

Guillermo smirks, taking his time folding his sweater and setting it on top of the gleaming black coffin before moving on to unbuttoning his shirt. He relishes how fully his human has surrendered to him. It wasn’t so long ago that the man fought Guillermo over every single kiss and caress. Now, look at him. Fucking himself at his master’s feet, desperate for his cock.

This is what you can have when you actually take care of your fucking familiars, Guillermo muses with a slight shiver of annoyance.

It was six months ago that he won Nandor in a game of cards from that dipshit Simon the Devious. They call Guillermo heartless, but he’s never starved any of his human thralls. Nandor was skin and bones and deeply suspicious of his new master when he first came to live at the house. Guillermo, recognizing an opportunity, slowly and painstakingly built his familiar back up again. He gave him food, he bathed him, he clothed him and gave him gifts. All Nandor had to do in exchange was submit. It started out slow, with Nandor only being allowed food if he would eat it from his master’s hands. That part was simple. The man was dying of starvation, he put up very little resistance. Guillermo gradually moved on to more intimate training. Kissing, touching, sucking, fucking. And every time Nandor was a good boy, every time he did as he was asked without question, he would get a reward.

Now, Guillermo has his human so well trained that his praise is reward enough. Nandor craves it like a drug. He begs for it, degrades himself for it. And Guillermo, heartless as ever, takes pleasure in watching the pathetic human mewl for his attention. For his love.

Love. He’s fully aware of Nandor’s little human feelings for him. He’s heard him crying out through the ether in his sleep. Master, master! I love you I love you I love you. How stupid to fall in love with someone like Guillermo. How inevitable.

“Turn around, Nandor,” Guillermo injects steel into his voice. “You don’t get to look at me tonight. I don’t like the way you talked back to Nadja earlier.”

Nandor removes his lube-slicked fingers and scrabbles up onto his hands and knees, coming down to rest on his elbows with his ass in the air. He lets out a choked sob at his master’s words and Guillermo is pretty sure he’d seen tears flood his eyes before he turned around. He’s so fucking sensitive.

He kneels down on the lush fur rug and nudges Nandor’s legs wider apart. The tip of Guillermo’s erection brushes the backs of Nandor’s thighs as he leans over his familiar’s back and strokes his hands down his sides affectionately.

“Shhh, it’s alright,” Guillermo whispers and the soft tone is what does it. It always does, that’s why he’s used it. Nandor starts crying in earnest, his shoulders shaking with heavy sobs. Guillermo feels his cock twitch and bites back a groan before continuing, “Shhh...you can make it up to me if you take my cock like a good boy. You want to make it up to me, don’t you?”

Nandor falls apart, his head slipping down to rest on his forearms as he bawls, “Yes, yes, please, master. I’m good. I’m good!”

“I know you are, sweet boy,” Guillermo breathes and then he lines himself up and sinks into Nandor in one, swift, brutal thrust. Nandor cries out at the sudden intrusion, clenching around his master’s dick until Guillermo is cursing, “Fuck, yeah, baby. You still have a little fight left in you? Even after all this time?”

Nandor, thinking he’s displeased his master again, says in a panicky whisper, “No! No, master. I want it. I want you. I do...please…”

“Shut up,” Guillermo orders, snapping his hips back and watching as Nandor’s ass jiggles with the impact. He kneads his hands into the thick flesh at his human’s hips and pulls him back against him with every thrust. “You’ve done enough talking tonight, don’t you think?”

In truth, Guillermo knows that Nandor did nothing wrong tonight. Nadja can be a drama queen and overly sensitive. She’d come to him to report that his familiar had “talked back to her” when she asked him to assist with retrieving one of her skulls which had inexplicably fallen down the well. Guillermo told her to fly down the well and get it herself and to stop asking his familiar to do dangerous tasks. But Nandor doesn’t know that. And Guillermo likes to keep him on his toes.

“Disrespecting vampires,” Guillermo taunts with a particularly vicious thrust that sends Nandor’s face skidding off of his forearms and onto the rug. “That’s unacceptable behavior, Nandor. Really it’s...nggh...it’s enough to make me second guess taking you on as a familiar. I know Simon would be...ugh...delighted to have you back in his fold.”

The words are absolutely without any weight. Guillermo would never send Nandor back to live with that asshole. But he is interested to see what kind of reaction he can get from the human. He loves fucking Nandor while he’s crying. His emotions are absolutely...delicious.

In the months he’s had him, Guillermo has avoided mentioning Simon around Nandor, supposing that the subject would be painful. But now that Nandor’s a healthy, happy little sex slave, Guillermo feels the need to pick at the scab. Still, he’s surprised by what he gets.

Nandor shuts down. His muscles, straining and tense only a second before, relax into dead weight and the man curls in on himself as much as the awkward position allows. Guillermo can hear the faintest hitches and squeaks of suppressed tears and Nandor’s voice, softer than soft, pleading, “Please no, no, no, no…”

Guillermo’s heart--he does have one, despite popular belief--squeezes and he feels the desire to take back his words at once. But that’s not how this works. Not yet, anyway.

“You think you deserve to be my familiar, you disobedient little slut?” Guillermo growls, gabbing Nandor’s hair in his fist and pulling his head back, dragging him up off the floor until his back is flush with Guillermo’s heaving chest. He’s so fucking close now, thrusting raggedly up into his human at this slightly awkward new angle. “Give me your neck”

The words are a familiar command and Nandor obeys at once, reaching up to brush his hair away as he tilts his head to one side. Guillermo leans forward and tears into his human’s throat. His cock finally going rigid and shooting his seed inside Nandor as his mouth fills with the man’s hot, thick blood.

Guillermo pulls out, his semen slowly spilling from Nandor’s hole as he continues to feed from him. Nandor, the good, good boy...the best boy, really...is limp and pliable in Guillermo’s arms. His erection is still aching and hard between his legs and Guillermo idly wonders if he should take care of him tonight. He has been so good…

He reaches around and curls his soft, cool fingers around the thick base of his human’s cock. Nandor gasps in surprise and the words trip off his tongue like a prayer, “Thank you, master!”

Guillermo jerks him off perfunctorily and he finishes his feeding. He feels Nandor’s muscles jump and twitch as he reaches his climax, but the human remains unusually quiet. Normally, Nandor is all broken moans and needy cries. Once he’s finished, Guillermo withdraws his fangs with one final lick of the bloody wound. He pulls back, watching Nandor flinch forward and hug his knees into his chest, looking up at Guillermo with a fear and uncertainty in his eyes that hasn’t been there in months.

“Are you going to give me back to Simon?” Nandor asks and his voice is so quiet yet poignant that Guillermo feels as though a tuning fork has been struck inside his chest.

“Come here, please,” Guillermo’s voice is a soft command despite the “please.” He holds his arms out and Nandor crawls forward, burying himself into his master’s side and pressing his bearded face against Guillermo’s soft chest with a relieved sigh.

“I am never going to give you back to that asshole,” Guillermo says, dropping a kiss onto the crown of Nandor’s head and lingering to breath in the sweet, shampoo scent of his thick hair. “I’m never giving you away to anybody, baby. You’re mine. Only mine.”

Nandor’s strong arms tighten around his master’s middle and Guillermo feels his tears trickling down onto his chest. He wonders if Nandor is even coherent enough yet to think about the basic hypocrisy of what Guillermo has just said. Because the vampire does, in fact, give Nandor away from time to time. Loaning him out to Nadja and Laszlo when the couple need a third partner for their sexcapades, ordering him to go down on vampire acquaintances during social gatherings… Guillermo gets off on watching his familiar degrade himself with other vampires. But the part he loves the most is the way Nandor always comes flying back to him after whatever unmentionable deed is done. Eager for praise, desperate for the reassurance of his master’s touch. His Nandor.

“I love you, master,” Nandor’s voice hitches with silent sobs and Guillermo realizes how much his idle threat has spooked the poor human. Nandor’s never said those words to him out loud before. Not while awake, anyway.

Guillermo cards his fingers through Nandor’s long hair, humming a tuneless melody for him and resting his cheek on the top of his head.

“I know you do, baby,” he acknowledges, and that’s all Nandor is going to get.

#nandermo #nandor x guillermo #guillermo x nandor #smut #cw: noncon #cw:dubcon

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thenightling · 4 years

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So I finally watched the new Christmas Carol for myself and I have very, very mixed feelings.

I was immediately turned off that the very first scene is a boy pissing on a grave. Then I realized this was a very blunt way to establish Jacob Marley being dead and how people feel about him.

The first thing about the mini-series that bugged me was the use of the f bomb. I’m not usually prudish about language but I know Dickens never used that word so it’s very jarring for me to see it so generously peppered into A Christmas Carol. It’s like 1980s edgelordiness that for something to be “Horror” it needs a generous helping of f--k.

There is great atmosphere though.

The subplot with Marley being given his assignment to redeem Scrooge was fun. And I like that Scrooge’s childhood hero of Ali Baba was the form the Ghost of Christmas Past took for his childhood. Note, this role was played by the actor who plays Nandor in the TV show What we do in The Shadows, a very, very underrated actor, in my opinion.

A few things in Scooge’s past made me uncomfortable. First, the scene of Scrooge’s father decapitating Scrooge’s pet mouse. Scrooge’s father was over-the-top evil. And then to find out he “paid” for Scrooge’s schooling by letting the school headmaster “have” him during Christmas break. That’s right, child Scrooge was sold into sexual slavery.

I also liked that the Ghost of Christmas Past was Scrooge’s own sister. That was also nice. And I did like that little rescue of childhood Scrooge by Lottie, pulling a pistol on the horny headmaster.

Now for the part I absolutely hate and felt utterly unnecessary. Mary Cratchit is pressured by Scrooge to come to his house in exchange for money for Tiny Tim’s surgery. He indicates that he wants to sleep with her for the money. He also makes it clear he wants to see how much someone will sell their virtue for. He doesn’t care what the money is for, it’s just about money. The thing is someone like Scrooge, someone as intelligent as Scrooge, shouldn’t / couldn’t (Even while cold hearted) ignore the reason for wanting the money. Especially when it’s so heavily established it’s literally to save her son’s life. He shames her for possibly considering selling her virtue.

Scooge is mostly redeemed by wanting to save Tim, which I consider to be an excellent enhancement to the story as many people miss the point that Tim was the main factor in warming Scrooge’s heart. It wasn’t fear of dying or damnation. It was want to change the fate of Tim that really worked its wonder on him.

So I liked that part HOWEVER after Scrooge is redeemed and he shows up at the Cratchit house he speaks with Mary alone. This scene bugs me. She says how she won’t forgive him. He agrees that he doesn’t deserve it. Though I DO understand why she won’t forgive him this also undermines some of the original themes of A Christmas Carol. Learning to forgive those who have wronged you is part of the story. Not the modern “Don’t ever forgive a man who mistreats a woman.” Though I agree what he did to her was disgusting, stupid, and utterly unnecessary, a scene of cold non-forgiveness really, really doesn’t fit. The fact that he doesn’t feel he deserves forgiveness though is nice, to see him humbled by his own shame.

Also there’s no reconciliation with his nephew, Fred. Many important parts of the story were removed for no real reason. But some additions were good.

So yeah, I have a lot of conflicted feelings about this version. I like the added insight into Marley. I’m not comfortable with sexually abused child-Scrooge, beloved pet decapitation, or what happened with Mary.

Anyway, there’s my review.

#A Christmas Carol

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