#nandor pov fic

[flash-bastardd]

"I'm sorry, whose funeral?"

"Guillermo's."

"What...? Guillermo...died?"

"Probably a couple decades ago now."

"H-How?"

"Old age I think is what he called it."

Nandor still decides to go into super slumber, too bad it's the biggest mistake of his life.

{Or where vampires greatly overestimate the life expectancy of humans}

I have written pain

[thegeekyartist]

Saw someone do this for another fandom and now I'm curious.

[eerilywerollalong]

wait a second this means when they consummate their marriage they will both be thinking of guillermo… right???

[beansprean]

A mini comic for "Your Biggest Fan" by @phasmama (part 1 of ?)

I just love comic-fying fics idk!! why dont u commission me about it

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1a. Knees up of Guillermo, wearing brown chinos and a short sleeved peach shirt unbuttoned to his chest, sitting down heavily at the edge of his cot beneath the stairs. He looks flushed, sweaty, and tired, elbows planted on his knees as he slumps forward with a heavy sigh, holding something in his dangling hands. His phone is laying face up on the bed nearby. A small icon in the top left corner reads '82 degrees Fahrenheit', which is about 28 degrees Celsius. 1b. Close up of Guillermo's hands as they shift to reveal what he's holding: a vintage folding fan with a brassy silver-tipped guard inlaid with pink rose patterns. He holds it closed, one hand on either end, a riot of colors on the folded leaf suggesting an intricate pattern within. 1c. Repeat. Guillermo flips the fan open with the rivet in his right hand to reveal the design within: an intricate painting of people in robes and dresses standing in front of a series of columns and statues. 1c. Zoom out to wide shot; waist up. Guillermo tips his head back, eyes closed, and smiles in bliss as he fans himself, little swirls of blue snowflakes indicating the cooling effect. 1d. Repeat. The phone sitting on the bed beside him suddenly lights up, a red alarm-clock-shaped icon springing up with a loud ring, reading 'back to work!' Guillermo opens his eyes and frowns, irritated. In a swift motion, he snaps the fan closed and swings it around to tap at the screen, turning the alarm off without looking.

2a. Chest up of Guillermo at 3/4 angle as he slumps over with another heavy sigh, eyes closing as he begins to sweat and flush again from the heat. His right hand holds the closed fan up idly near his face. 2b. Extreme close up of Guillermo's mouth as he absently touches the tip of the fan to his lower lip, pressing into the pink flesh. 2c. Reverse shot, wide, Guillermo in profile in the foreground and the curtain to his room beyond. It is yanked open suddenly to reveal Nandor standing beyond, wearing a brass colored tunic and sleeveless fur overcoat and posed with one hand on his hip. He shouts imperiously, "Guillermo!" and prepares to give orders. Guillermo doesn't even flinch at the intrusion, just blearily opens his eyes halfway with the fan still pressed to his mouth.

3a. Waist up of Guillermo at 3/4 angle as he rolls his head up to look at Nandor with an expectant frown, closed fan held up in his right hand. 3b. Waist up of Nandor at a diagonal angle, background all black with a white starburst of shock as Nandor stares down at Guillermo, frozen and gray, with wide eyes and a slack jaw. 3c. Wide shot, shoulders up of Guillermo in profile in the foreground, Nandor knees up in the background. Guillermo looks at him with half-open eyes, closed fan poised in front of his face and a question mark drifting around his head. Nandor continues to stare with the largest eyes possible, frozen in place with one arm still outstretched to hold the curtain aside. 3d. Repeat. Nandor finally snaps out of it and swings his free arm up to point accusingly at Guillermo, shouting angrily, "What are you doing with that, Guillermo? That is not a toy for naughty familiars to be playing with!" Guillermo opens his eyes fully and looks down at the fan in surprise.

4a. Shoulders up of Guillermo staring in surprise at his open hand as Nandor quickly snatches the fan from him. 4b. Waist up of Nandor from Guillermo's POV as he leans away, holding the closed fan in his right hand and hiding it protectively behind his left cheek. He stares wide eyed and flustered down at Guillermo and whines, "This is very special, given to me by the Queen of Laszlo's homeland! 4c. Waist up of them both in profile as Guillermo stands from his bed, rubbing sweat from his cheek with a forearm. Nandor takes a step back in alarm, still holding the fan protectively out of reach. Guillermo says, "I'm sorry, Master. I shouldn't have touched it. What did you need my help with?" 4d. Repeat. Nandor calms and straightens up, looking away nervously as he replies, "Oh! Yes. I would like to have a cooling bath. Come attend me. Guillermo slumps again and sighs, obediently responding "Of course, Master." 4e. Later; full body of Nandor lounging in an old fashioned brass tub filled with ice water on a hazy green background. The tub seems much too small for him; he is sitting up with his elbows perched on the far end and his left leg bunched up in front of him, knee poking out from the water. His right leg is fully extended and hanging over the edge of the tub. Nandor's hair is gathered up in a messy bun and he is holding the fan in his right hand, staring at it thoughtfully as he opens and closes it with a thumb. /end ID

[jay-auris]

Recommending a fic

It’s so fucking good, it’s Marwa POV, horror, based on the idea of having her autonomy taken away by Nandor’s wishes. Needs more love.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41324628

[serendipitouscontaminant]

🥺👉👈 can i bother you for a stable world snippet? i honestly can’t remember the last time i was so excited about a multi chapter fic!! thank you so much for all the thought and care you put into this story world; it’s so incredibly well done <3

Aw, thank you so much!!! Things have been nuts lately and chapter 15 is tricky, so it’ll be a few days until I can post, but hopefully soonish!

Until then, can I offer you a rough draft of some contextless Colin Robinson POV (in 1987) for your troubles?

Also if you have not read to chapter 14 don’t read this lol it’s a spoiler

+

Nandor is here. Colin is diminished, but with Nandor’s help, they can get away, they can make an escape plan and get away and Colin’s not even close to his next natural respawning, as far as he knows, so it won’t happen again, what happened won’t happen again.

But Nandor doesn’t seem to have noticed him. Hasn’t so much as looked at him. Instead, he’s dropped to his knees on the floor and set the blurry lump he’s had in his hands that Colin hasn’t yet had the wherewithal to identify on the floor, digging through the pocket of his robe to take out something else, a little pouch of…marbles?

Colin blinks. He takes a step closer. Nandor flinches. His muddled energy sparks with suspicious anxiety, and Colin can’t help but drink it in, gulping down what he can isolate before he notices Nandor’s shoulders slump and eyelids flutter. Colin’s stomach lurches. No, he can’t do this, he needs to control himself, he can starve a little, there’s a gold pot at the end of the rainbow and Colin tries to separate his existence from his appetite for once. This isn’t just a meal, this is his friend.

Colin tries to focus on Nandor. Not his energy, not what he can find to feed on, him. When he actually starts speaking to him, he’ll have to do everything possible to try to keep from draining him, but it’s not like he has anything boring to say.

Nandor still hasn’t acknowledged him.

Instead, Nandor reaches for the little lump next to him, placing it in front of the marbles he’s poured onto the floor. Finally, Colin makes out what the lump is. A toy horse. A strange feeling stirs within him, one he doesn’t understand but that he thinks he’s fed on before. He pushes it away. Takes another step forward.

Nandor pushes a marble at the toy horse, which Colin thinks is one of those Beanie Baby things he’s seen in commercials when he gets the chance to watch television. (The commercials are his favorite part.)

“Here, Soft John,” Nandor says. His voice is a faraway murmur, but it’s definitely his voice, his accent.

This is Nandor the Relentless, undoubtedly, so for the moment, Colin Robinson ignores every warning sign.

[weirdestvampire]

Here's my first fic I've ever wrote for ANY fandom before,so yes it is bad, and it's the first time I've ever used dialoge. Dialoge is NOT my strong suit lmao. I was very new to the fandom at the time and I made it shortly after Season 3! I might honestly delete this someday and rewrite it, I like the summary I had for it, but I just don't really like the way I did it if that makes sense? Basically Nandor and Guillermo have been dating in secret for a while and Laszlo walks in on them kissing. From his POV, it looks like Nandor is eating Guillermo lol

[violence-as-a-love-language]

Ballad of the Broken Hearted

AO3 | Part 1 | Part 2 (WIP)

Wrote this thanks to this post by @michshlo! For some reason, this silly show also makes me wanna feel & write angst, so thanks for letting me write your idea. Highly suggest listening to Damn These Vampires by The Mountain Goats to enhance the experience.

Summary: On the drive back to the house, Nandor turns on the radio. The song that plays hits them both in ways they didn't expect.

or Nandor and Guillermo are forced to feel emotions for a short time.

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The silence in the car is deafening. Its nothing like the noise of the human community Nandor had just so recently been a part of. No upbeat human music filling his ears; no pencils scratching on paper and squeaking shoes; no fierce discussions of all the things they would do once they were truly, fully human. Nothing.

Just.

Silence.

For the first time in his long life, Nandor the relentless bends forward and turns on the radio.

It’s crackly, somber music, filled with a static that never came from Jan’s rah-dio. He is aware of Guillermo’s eyes on him as he leans back into his seat, but he turns his eyes toward the window almost immediately. He doesn’t want to see the mocking look in his eye, ready to make fun of him once again. Little shit thinks he knew what Nandor needed, and he couldn’t even be bothered to turn on the fuckin rah-dio.

The music fades out, a whiny voice murmuring something Nandor doesn’t catch, before the next song starts up. A soft piano fills the car, Nandor’s eyes tracking the movement of the electric poles, as the singer begins his ballad.

“…mount those bridge rails, ride all night. Scream when captured, arch your back…”

Nandor frowns, leaning forward to rest his forehead against the glass. Had he tried hard enough to escape? Should he tried to… to use his powers?

He closes his eyes, lip curling in a snarl. No. No, that is exactly what Guillermo wants. For him to prove he isn’t a human. That he’ll never be. He wants to see him fail. To see him suffer. That’s why he took him here. To this metal prison. He wants so badly to see Nandor make a fool of himself.

But he won’t do it. Won’t even try. He’s becoming human, and that means his powers won’t work. He did all he could to escape. Humans are weak, and frail. They cannot escape things like iron grips on their hands and… and strong, silver lined seatbelt. He cannot escape and that makes him more human. Take that, Guillermo.

“…push up to the corner, where the turbines hiss. Someday we won't, remember this…”

Nandor growls softly, nails digging into his palms. That’s also what Guillermo wants, doesn’t he? For him to forget all of this. For none of his happy memories to exist.

‘Deprogram him,’ he’d said. Nandor didn’t know what that meant, but he knew Guillermo. And Guillermo only ever cared about him making him a vampire. And oh woe is him, how could he do that if he wasn’t a vampire? No no, better to make the happy human Nandor stop existing so the vampire could make all his dreams come true.

“…and in their surface, see two young, savage things. Barely worth remembering…”

Nandor chokes out a laugh, harsh and abrupt. Knowing this him, the him that he had wanted so badly, could stop existing was a painful thought. His whole chest tightens, his body curling closer to the window as he felt his hands start to shake, the sting of his nails cutting into his palms mild compared to the pure agony rocketing its way through his chest. He felt as if he were being sliced open, chest torn and pumping out every new human experience he’d felt.

Jeremy.

Corn hole.

Dancing.

Preparing food.

Music circles.

Playing cards.

Each one slowly pulled from him, like someone pulling out his fangs.

Until he is no longer a collection of happy memories, but the shell of the man who had been a vampire so long that the world around him had no space for him.

“…And when the sun comes, try not to hate the light. Someday we'll try to walk upright…”

Something snapped in Nandor just then. The singers words wrapped around him, bringing with it an image of Nandor, human and whole, stepping out into the sunlight.

It did not burn him. He did not fear it. He just stood, the warmth of the sun on his upturned face.

A person that did not exist. Would not exist.

All because Guillermo couldn’t help himself.

Nandor isn’t sure when he starts crying. He doesn’t even know he is until he feels something cool drip off his chin. He touches his face, the wetness of the tears coating his fingers. He pulls his hand back and stares at it, watching his fingertip glisten in the street lamps.

He switches off the radio, leaning his forehead back against the glass.

It wasn’t like he needed music anymore, anyways.

[gertyorkess]

Do u have any wwdits fic recs 👀

ok ok so this took me soooo long to answer and i’m so sorry for that i’m just bad looking at my inbox but here we go

Closer by mauzz; this was soooo good god i think about this fic like ten times a day, it has colin x nandor friendship which is simply a must for me in fanfic and the build up to nandermo is sooo good, it also has a bit of guillermo backstory in it so yknow it fucks hard

friendship forged in pale moonlight by eldritch_beau; nadja x guillermo friendship supremacy !!! it’s also in nadja’s pov which you don’t get much so this was a treat to me

they will find me in your arms by ellienerd14; theres not a lot of laszlo x nadja fanfics that are just straight up pure fluff so this has become my comfort fic, i think about it once and i’m smiling for the next five hours

it was you, breathless and tall by singing_to_shipwreck; this, GOD this, is so short but it’s so GOOD it’s guillermo-centric which always fucks with me but this just takes a part of my brain and rolls it up like a blunt and smokes it

waste away the year by readandwritesilver; this is just pure fluff, it’s so sweet my teeth are rotting just thinking about it. it’s also from readandwritesilver and they NEVER miss

getting it right by sapphicjasper; CANON CANON IDC ITS CANON IN MY EYES

over your head by seashores; this is just guillermo being dumb for 1,029 words and i eat it up every time i revisit it

but the sun will rise again by oskgratya; pain. that’s it.

sick city by kyrilu: wellness center angst!!! (TW for eating disorders, vomiting) the characterization of nandor in this is sooo spot on and i get chills thinking about it

a proposal by fellasisitgay91219; another fic about guillermo just being stupid.

forever is the sweetest con by sunflowrs; the nandermo dolls get the ending they deserved!!!

heaven knows i’m miserable now by redvineshark; MEG X GUILLERMO FRIENDSHIP!!! 100/10 guillermo characterization, think about 20 times a day

feel your hands with dignity by kaspbr; this IS shameless self-promo and yknow what? i don’t care! i’m proud of this one and i will promote it !

it’s a terrible habit by rainbow smite; this motherfucking fic,,,, GOD its soooo good. the characterization of nandor is so on point and it makes me sooo insane. (rainbow if ur out there pls update this fic, this is not a joke this is my life)

everybody leaves if they get the chance by singing_to_shipwreck; TIME LOOP TIME LOOP!!! this is an older fic but the ending is SO satisfying and guillermo is so on point

there’s definitely more but that’s all i could think of so far, i’ll try to update if i think of any more <3

[nighthaunting]

hey wwdits fandom i love you all but uhhhh, i think we all need to calm down a bit re: insulting nandor's intelligence?

going through the tag and continually seeing people just really show their asses using "stupid/pathetic/dumb/idiot/useless/moron" to describe him, or writing fic where his POV is nigh unreadable because the author has completely failed to acknowledge his canonical intelligence in favor of this meme-ified stupidity, is becoming actively uncomfortable

i get that we're all 'just having fun' but there IS a difference between stupidity and ignorance, and this constant derision is getting really flagrant and gross

in conclusion: we stan one (1) depressed, autistic king Supreme Viceroy who is perfectly intelligent if oblivious about/uninterested in things outside his special interests

[natjennie]

wwdits nandor/guillermo fic writers yall wildin.... just read a line about nandor getting "the oil" u know that vague old timey lube and from guillermo's pov he thinks about getting railed like nandor would have fucked dudes in the 1300s. like what kind of insanity. but I get it. guillermo. I get it. the idea of getting ur blood sucked..... hot.....

[arielmagicesi]

hey thanks for your fic recs!! ik those are a lot of work and you always include a lot of description too! if you haven’t read it, i also wanna rec “relent(less)” and “body guarding” by ourlittlesecretokay on ao3 — they’re mostly smut, but also extremely well characterized (they alternate guillermo/nandor pov between chapters) and imo have some of the best mutual pining/slow burn in the fandom rn—esp in body guarding. also features some bonus laszlo/nadja pov from time to time!

I like half-remembered reading these fics while half-asleep a while back and all I remember is thinking "why is Guillermo so un-repressed" so I went ahead and did a reread of Relent(less) and it's pretty good! (Guillermo's lack of repression aside aaahhh sorry I love my repression murder man) So for anyone who's looking for a fun PWP, there's that as well. I don't think I've read Body Guarding so don't take my word on that but yeah

Anyway thank you and you're welcome omg yeah it was a ridiculous amount of work to put into a fucking fic recs post but I was like hey, I've read so many (and at this point written so many) of these goddamn fanfics, why not do something fun with that. Thanks again and happy holidays or whatnot

[cookinguptales]

You know... there actually is something very healing about writing erotica about a character who has a similar body type to your own.

[little personal post, cw for fatphobia and ableism]

Before I got into WWDITS, I didn't write much NSFW fic. I didn't have a lot of experience with it and I felt that I just wasn't particularly good at it. But I think NSFW suits nandermo (for a lot of reasons, frankly) so I did end up writing a lot of porn about those two.

And... I mean, I've always had a somewhat combative relationship with my own body. I'm sick, I'm disabled, my body is kind of a piece of shit. Body positivity has never really been something that I've been party to, mostly because I have never had a positive experience with my body. It uh. It's not a nice place to inhabit, to put it mildly.

But I'm also fat. Like sure, curvy, plus-size, "person of size", whatever. I'm fat. I don't think it should be a dirty word. I've had to deal with doctors being shitty about it, I've had to deal with family being shitty about it, I've had to deal with strangers on the street being shitty about it. The world in many ways was not built for a body like mine, whether it comes to size or ability.

And it's hard to see yourself as desirable when you have a body like mine. I have, in fact, been told on multiple occasions that it's not desirable. I don't see myself as ugly or anything (and never have), but that's not the same thing as feeling like someone could want you.

WWDITS ended up being kind of a novelty in the media landscape for having a fat protagonist, and one who didn't talk about being ashamed of it. He also, as he developed both skills and confidence, got to be sexy. He got to be capable. He got to be dressed well. Other characters wanted him. Hell, the fans wanted him.

I got to speak to Harvey Guillén last month and I remember telling him that it was hard to feel like you're enough when you have a body that people don't... ah, I think the word I used was "appreciate", but that having people like him and characters like Guillermo out there made it a little easier. And he told me that he hadn't had anyone like him to look up to, either, but that he just decided to, y'know, go for it anyway. Be the first. And I'm really glad he did.

Having a character like Guillermo who's fun and interesting and terrifyingly capable has been a joy, but... honestly the experience of writing him as sexually desirable has been downright healing.

I'm not really into men, so I don't personally find Guillermo (or Nandor, for that matter) sexually attractive. But writing from the POV of a character that does kind of... rewires the whole way you look at things. When you write about how supple thick thighs are, when you write about how it feels good when your fingers sink into soft flesh, when you write about what a joy it is to kiss a stomach that gives way beneath your lips... idk. You start to really see those as things that can be lovely, even if they're on you.

It's funny because I actually personally appreciate some softness on a partner IRL, but haven't allowed those same tastes to extend to myself. Again, I'm not the kind of person to look into the mirror and hate myself (I... don't actually keep many mirrors in my house, they creep me out, lmao) but I also just never seem to notice when a person might be interested in me because I think on a deep and intrinsic level I assume no one will be.

But... I might have accidentally started training myself to see things differently.

I'll never like my body, frankly. (My body's an asshole!) But after being in the head of a character who thinks a body like mine is attractive, it's easier to see the appeal in my own curves. To press my hand against my own thigh and enjoy the way it feels against my fingers. To imagine someone else enjoying it, too.

Because I've just written someone who has. And taking a step outside yourself, allowing yourself to look at yourself from the POV of someone who might love you, really is fucking healing.

(Just not Nandor. Fuck, I can do better than him.)

idk, I don't know if I'm really going anywhere with this. Just thinking about how nice it's felt, actually, to write a character not so different from me being loved for who they are. Kind of felt like being kind to myself through being kind to them.

and who knows, man. maybe I deserve a little kindness.

[sunaddicted]

19 Nandor X Guillermo 👀

19. Things you said when we were the happiest we ever were

Not gonna lie, this was hard because I had no idea whose POV to use because Nandor's opinion of when they were the happiest probably isn't the same as Guillermo's lmao - this is set immediately after s2 finale (yeah, it's angsty)

First time actually writing a fic for these two so, comments and constructive criticism are welcomed ♡

***

Nandor barely remembered what it felt like to choke, for the chest to feel like it had caved in because of the sudden disappearance of lungs and heart while the throat spasmed and constricted around what essentially was nothing - just emptiness, absence.

His long-dead body remembered, though - seven-hundred-and-fifty-eight years after he had taken his last shuddering breath while a beast he couldn't hope to slay had torn into his neck and taken his mortality away from him, Nandor's body remembered how it felt like to be out of breath even if, biologically speaking, he didn't need air anymore to survive and breathing was a mere reflex that had inexplicably endured while other vestiges of his humanity had been eaten away at by the incessant flowing of time.

It wasn't really surprising that the feeling had been evoked by Guillermo: he had this strange ability of bringing out the most human parts of him, no matter how half-forgotten and anachronistic for the times they lived in - he hated him for it.

It also was the reason why he clung to him - to his humanity - so hard: it felt good to remember that he had been someone before being turned into a creature of the night. If he turned Guillermo, who else would help him remember that once he had been more than a member of the living dead? No familiar before him had succeeded at it, it wasn't enough to just keep around someone human - it had to be him.

And Guillermo wanted to leave.

Nandor remembered a time when the thought wouldn't have even been the whisper of a breeze amidst Guillermo's thoughts, when his devotion wouldn't have allowed him to even consider a future without his master in it.

A time when they had been happier.

"You're my familiar"

Guillermo shrank in his trenchcoat, only to regret it when the collar brushed against his neck and jaw, smearing cold and sticky blood against his clammy skin "What I'm trying to say-"

Nandor shook his head, put his palm up in the air - pleading, begging for Guillermo to stop while he hoped the other man saw it as a command, an order to obey "I don't want to hear it!" The words tumbled rashly down his tongue, harsher than he had intended them to "You're my familiar" the words weren't actually meaningful, they described Guillermo's status - the place he had in the household, as the only human residing amongst vampires.

The tone with which he said the words on the contrary, that was what the real deal was at.

Guillermo knew it, at some level of consciousness he was aware that Nandor was shitty with his words - that one had to read amidst lines and past verbal blunders of all kinds to get to the heart of what he really meant.

Guillermo was also tired of having to do all the work: standing in front of Nandor, covered in sweat and vampire blood and ashes, Guillermo felt exhausted - after all he had done to get to that point, everything felt meaningless "I can't be your familiar anymore" it meant so much more than that: I can't get you out of your coffin anymore when you're scared of being stuck in it; I can't play videos of glitter paintings when you're upset anymore; I can't braid your hair when you're feeling fancy anymore; I can't be the constant presence on your side anymore.

It hurt more than Guillermo had thought it would - even after leaving not once but twice, the finality in his statement still hurt.

Maybe he hadn't really expected to actually go through with it, once and for all; maybe, deep down, he had thought that he would sweep in, save Nandor and that thing would change; maybe he had hoped to feel just as happy as the first time the vampire had uttered the words he was so desperately throwing at him now.

You are my familiar.

Maybe it was a sign that he couldn't pinpoint happier memories after the start of his servitude. There had been happy times, memories that Guillermo cherished in the depths of his heart, but somehow, they had all been slowly poisoned by the constant miasma of death and mistreatment around him while the thought that Nandor wasn't going to turn him slowly sneaked into his consciousness and flowered like deadly nightshades.

"I don't care that you're a vampire killer!"

"You don't care or you don't mind?"

"I've been held hostage, I'm not in the mood to quibble and quabble over words!"

Guillermo sighed "Squabble"

Nandor waved his hand in the air "Squibble, squabble. Care, mind. Quid pro quo. What's the difference?"

At that point, none: it was just word vomit "I just need to leave, Nandor"

"Why? You owe me an explanation!"

"Like you owe me a death?"

The vampire pursed his lips in what he was sure Guillermo would define as a pout - he wasn't pouting (just like he wasn't this close to hyperventilating - he couldn't be, he couldn't really breathe afterall) "I said I would turn you, you're just very impatient"

"Eleven years-"

"-are a blink of an eye for an immortal"

Why was he surprised that Nandor was trying to spin his refusing to turn him into some kind of exercise to teach Guillermo patience? Didn't he know the other by now, almost as intimately as he knew himself? "It doesn't matter, I need to leave"

"You're my familiar, Guillermo - until I release you from my service, you're mine" Nandor stepped closer, putting his cape on the other's shoulders - it was already ruined anyway "You'll still be mine while you're away and you'll be mine when you come back"

Guillermo tightened the cape around himself, shivering despite its weight and lining of furs: he never knew how different "you're my familiar" and "you're mine" could sound - he never knew he had needed Nandor to say the latter over the first.

He still turned away.

There were things he needed to work on before he could be back.

[maggot-monger]

5, 9, 16?

:D thank you!!

5. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

i might have to go with “’Mr Barrow Has The Flu,’” which is a downton abbey fic i wrote about a year ago. i feel like i nailed my characterization on that one, and did justice to a topic/relationship that i really wanted to see on the show but that got largely ignored. it’s not my most ambitious fic by any means but i’m really happy with it! 

runners up include “Phantom Fangs” (wwdits), which was genuinely just something i wrote because i needed something to do but, in retrospect, it is kind of significant, and “Necrophilia Variations” (also wwdits), which i think i was just very clever about in a number of different ways lol

9. Which character(s) do you find most difficult to write?

idk, if i find them too difficult to write, i just don’t write them 😂 but ok actually...i do find nandor’s pov very tricky! in my current supernatural adventures, i am struggling a bit with raphael and michael — i am learning a lot about them by trying to write them, but i don’t intuitively Get them like i feel i Get gabriel and lucifer :p

16. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?

uhhh...hm. this is interesting, because technically i think no, there are not any tropes i enjoy that i feel guilty about enjoying, but there are tropes that i don’t often publicly talk about enjoying for ??? reasons. i have literally no idea why this is, because like...i go by “sin” lol. i’m not very subtle about being Like This, and yet! (sorry this is a non-answer lmao)

in terms of writing, the most genuine answer to this is that i feel that the line between angst and fluff is razor thin, and i love to walk the line, but i’d often err on the side of fluff than angst, at least when it comes to story resolution :p that’s not very embarrassing but i think of myself as liking tragedy...but then i make stuff (bitter)sweet instead...oh well hahahha

questions for fanfiction writers

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Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

I was tagged by @chelsfic!

Killing Moon/Hell's Heart Series

watching What We Do in the Shadows started out as a surprising treat and then turned into a huge emotional journey… kind of like writing Killing Moon and then what it became, the rest of Hell's Heart. I hadn't written fanfic in years, but this past summer I felt like I was being eaten alive (in the best way) by this story, by Nandor and Guillermo, and I had to get it out. I decided to make an ao3 account and actually share my work ~ online ~ for the first time in my life and was FLOORED by people's comments, how positive they all were! If you've ever wondered "should I share this" please do!! Hell's Heart is still in progress, but is 9/13ths (69% heh) complete! 

     2. Fool's Mate

aka the Nandermo chess fic (I say “the” but i really haven’t encountered another?). I had so much fun writing this. This work is pre-canon, taking place when Guillermo is 23/24, and Nandor decides to start dating one of Nadja's book club friends. Writing Nandor putting his moves on this unfortunate vampire woman and of course a very jealous Guillermo who is still rationalizing that he's just attracted to Nandor, he's not in love with him, and then being undone by that is my happy place. And the joy of chess as a proxy for real communication. Won't give it away, but it also has my favorite ending I've written so far.  

     3. Clean Slate

I was inspired by Vhett's incredible 5+1 fic and took a stab at my own! This was my first time writing from Nandor's POV and despite the initial struggle (i have to like, really bend my brain to get into his mind space lol) I'm really happy with how it turned out. The final +1 is my absolute favorite of the 6 and has the distinguished honor of being my first work that's made a commenter cry. I was on cloud nine for days because I'm a bad person >:)

This work also got me invited to a Nandermo discord that I owe so much to. another joy in this shit year!

     4. Night Night/The Beauty of the Devil

I couldn’t pick between these two so I jammed them both here. Night Night is a secret 5 + 1 little horror story I wrote around Halloween based on the prompt “Familiar”, where a 20 year old Guillermo asks Nandor when he turned his previous familiars. Surprise! Guillermo does not get the answer he was hoping for. With the Beauty of the Devil, that was my first time writing from Simon’s POV which was WAY too easy and WAY too much fun. 

     5. Catdor

Even tho i just posted this today, i actually drew this a while ago! This year has been an unexpected creative renaissance for me in both writing and art. I used to draw all the time in high school but really backed off on it with college and NEVER got the hang of digital art. I upgraded my ipad, downloaded procreate, and i love itttt. This was one of the first pieces i finished and i am so happy with how it turned out! I love Nandor’s little face, all the kitties, and how the textures of the procreate brushes look. It was just fun!

you guys might have done this but i’m tagging @sinaesthete @safetyhazardfics @ghostoftonantzin @andyandnormski @upstartcrow42 @jackiegaytona @riskylatte