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can't live long on starvation rations by ghostoftonantzin
Fandoms: What We Do in the Shadows (TV)
14 Jul 2021
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The temperature goes up, the air conditioner goes out, and Nandor is reminded what it's like to be driven near mad with lust.
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31 Jul 2025
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The Graveyard Shift (or, Three Nights at Panera Bread) by LadyKeane
Fandoms: What We Do in the Shadows (TV)
20 Jan 2024
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Guillermo de la Cruz is dreaming small in his position working evenings at Panera Bread... until a tall, dark, handsome stranger wanders in from the night. And he's a total weirdo.
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- Part 1 of Holu
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04 Jun 2025
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Nandor is thousands of years old and Guillermo is a perfectly ordinary witch.
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08 Mar 2025
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Nandor had given Guillermo all of one day to rest before beginning to drag him to meetings with royal tailors and cooks and florists and the like. It was one of the many indignities of Guillermo’s new life, being forced to endure this sham of wedding preparations as though he were a willing party - as though his opinions on his own wedding would ever be taken into account.
If anyone bothered to ask, Guillermo’s main opinion on this wedding was that he didn’t want it at all. Still, it stung to be so ignored.
Well, not quite ignored. He was very much a part of the planning - but only as something between a pet and a doll, to be prettied up and fitted for lavish outfits and tormented for Nandor’s amusement.
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27 Feb 2025
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He’s wearing a white polo shirt that hugs his soft, round torso and his surprisingly solid biceps and a pair of dark blue shorts that show off muscular calves. His skin is warmly brown, smooth and perfect. Fuck Laszlo, anyway, Nandor says silently. He knew exactly what he was doing to send this boy here.
“Laszlo Cravensworth asked me to come by. D-Did I get the day wrong?” A gentle wind stirs his dark, glossy curls at his temples and finally, Nandor stirs, too, sitting up and back against the cushions.
Nandor smiles at him. “You didn’t get the wrong day. I’m afraid I didn’t get much sleep last night.”
At once, the boy looks distressed. “I’m sorry. Should we do this another day?”
“No, no. Please. Have a seat.” Nandor clicks the TV off and half turns toward him. “Your name is?”
“Guillermo. Guillermo de la Cruz.” He offers Nandor his hand and Nandor takes it. Guillermo’s handshake is firm and confident and a little zip of electricity goes up Nandor’s arm.
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30 Jan 2025