I think it might be fun to have the Wellington vampires (Deacon, Vladislav, Viago and Nick) finding out their ‘human’ friend is actually a witch/warlock.
I’m picturing chaos, weird assumptions and begrudging acceptance
“Bewitched”
Age restrictions: 16+ (vulgar language)
Author’s note: I will be using the word witch in a gender neutral way. This is my first piece of writing in almost six months. I tried my best. Enjoy!
* You’ve been friends with the Wellington vampires for quite a long while now.
* It all started back when you were working at a blood bank and found a group of four men trying to steal several packets of fresh blood.
* Viago tried his best to hypnotise you, but since you’re not human, it didn’t work. And yet, you pretended it did and just let them go, because you weren’t paid enough to care. And who are you to judge, if you often steal the same packets for your spells and potions.
* Having learned that you are rather easy to convince, they came back again… and again… and again and again until you got fired.
* But at least now you had a few new friends.
* Viago, Vladislav and Deacon were 100% sure that you didn’t have a clue that they were vampires, while Nick and Stu quickly understood that you caught on to their lies and just kept playing along.
* However from your normal person appearance and behaviour none of them realised a real witch was right under their nose.
* That is, until one time Vladislav needed to unlock an enchanted book he found in the beast’s library (for porn obviously) and you casually offered your help with that.
* After finding out your true origins as a witch each vampire had a different reaction.
* Nick immediately assumed that it’s the coolest thing ever and kept asking you if it’s any similar to Harry Potter. He started often coming to you in order to ask whether this or that mundane problem can be solved with a spell. Most of the time the answer is no, but he still asks.
* Viago was very upset that you didn’t tell them right away, because he considered that a lie and a betrayal of trust. However, once you apologised, he quickly forgave you and asked if there is any way you could make Katherine’s necklace not burn his skin.
* Vladislav generally didn’t care that much, but it did make him less tense in your presence, since he realised he can’t drink your blood. However, he still sometimes quietly wonders if you’re friends with them just to steal their sperm later.
* Deacon had the most emotional reaction. His past with witches wasn’t great to say the least and he got very angry, almost starting a fight with you. He would make very mean comments about your witch origins (and get scolded for it by Viago). And yet, after a while, he’ll just slowly drop it. Yes, this might not be his perfect outcome, but you’re still you. Witch or not, you are his friend and he doesn’t have a lot of those, so he cherishes each one even though he’ll never admit it.
* In the end, everyone just accepts the truth as it is and stuff goes back to normal.
* Just like with werewolves, it takes one positive example for the vampires to realise that witches aren’t all that bad!
I would give anything for a NSFW Alphabet with Viago. ❤️
18+
Hope you like it!
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Aftercare - Viago would be very sweet, making sure you were okay and giving you lots of kisses. If you were human he’d get you a drink of water and maybe a snack. If you’re a vampire sometimes you’d share a feed afterwards.
Body part - Viagos favorite part or your body is your hands. He loves to kiss your knuckles and hold your hands during sex. He loves your hands on his body, anywhere really, he just loves your hands.
Cum - I think he might be a little shy at first but loves to see you covered in his cum, your face, your back, your belly. He just loves to know that you are his.
Dirty secret - If you’re human I think he secretly really likes the idea of feeding on you during sex, but being a clumsy feeder as he his, he doesn’t want to hurt you or scare you.
Experience - Viago is a vampire, he might seem a little shy but he definitely knows what he’s doing. He’s had a lot of time to practice after all.
Favourite position - Any position as long as he can see your face. He loves to kiss you and watch your face as you cum for him.
Goofy or serious - I think he’d be serious enough but definitely isn’t afraid to giggle with you during.
Hair - He’s definitely well groomed and it just makes you love his messy sex hair all the more, especially when you get to run your fingers through it when you cuddle after.
Intimacy - Very romantic! Likes to make everything perfect for you. Will light candles and play some nice music to set the mood and gives you lots of compliments.
Jack off - Before the two of you were together Viago would definitely jerk off imagining you were there with him, imagining it was your hand instead. You definitely heard him a couple times too.
Kink - I feel like he’d be into wax play and blood play speaks for itself. Loves to praise you, is a soft Dom, cumplay. Wasn’t sure at first as he didn’t want to hurt you but you convinced him to spank you and he was surprised how much he enjoyed it too, absolutely loves the noises you make.
Location - He likes to do it in his room so he can make it all nice for you and set the atmosphere.
Motivation (what turns him on) - This man is a slut and is so in love with you, I really don’t think it’d take much for you to get him all riled up.
No (turnoffs) - Bad manners, he’s very much a gentleman.
Oral - Loves both giving and receiving. He is very good with his tongue. He will take his time kissing your inner thighs and getting you all riled up before giving you what to do desperately need. When receiving he likes to pet your hair and tell you how good you feel, he’s loud and the whole house will likely know when he’s getting some. Loves to cum on your face.
Pace - Usually likes to make it slow and sensual, take his time with you. However on occasion he has slipped control and railed you into next week and you loved every second of it.
Quickie - He doesn’t usually like quickes as he likes to make everything perfect for you as you deserve. However there have been times when you’ve gotten him desperate enough and he’s pulled you into the nearest empty room to have his way with you.
Risk (will he take risks) - He is more than happy to experiment but if you are human he will not risk hurting you.
Stamina - Being a vampire, he has plenty of stamina and is happy to go as many rounds as you want.
Toys - You were surprised that in all his years he hadn’t tried any toys so you were very excited to buy some to experiment with. He takes a particular liking to anything that vibrates and loves the way it makes you squeal.
Unfair (does he like to tease) - Loves to tease you but does it ever so sweetly. Loves to make you beg but doesn’t take long to give in, he loves you too much to keep you waiting too long and loves to make you feel good.
Volume - He tries not to be too loud but rarely succeeds, often the whole house can hear.
Wild card (random headcannon) - Idk why but Viago has nipple piercings I’ve decided.
X-day (what he looks like under his clothes) - perfect skin, toned, little bit of body hair, surprisingly big dick.
Yearning (how is his sex drive) - Before he met you his sex drive was never that strong but since he met you you’re all he can think about and he can’t get enough.
Zzz (how quick do they go to sleep afterwards) - If you’re a vampire you probably won’t sleep afterwards but if you are human he will lie with you whilst you sleep, hold you close and whisper sweet nothings.
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I wrote this whilst I am away so I hope it’s not too bad 🥰
Request: could i have some dating hcs for my best boy Viago from wwdits? Thank you babes ily
He is the best boy!!! <3
(I do not own What We Do In The Shadows or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @doctorspeedweed.)
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Not to be ironic but bless him, Viago Von Dorna Schmarten Scheden Heimburg would be absolutely awkward as hell about having a crush... and then somehow a significant other?? Literally annoys the heck out of his flatmates because he will not. stop. talking. about you. He has been for literally years - ever since he first saw you, he’s been sitting with a star-dazed look and head leaning on his chin blabbing on about you, and it’s somehow got ten times worse when he finally gathered to courage to ask you to be his S/O.
Can you just imagine him serenading you with his little lute every evening?? Just bent down on one knee, giving a nervous high pitched giggle every time your hand that’s resting upon it squeezes gently. He’s too nervous to meet your eye, looking down at the plucked strings the whole time, but once he reaches the end of his fifth ballad he gives you that iconic shy little smirk before reaching over to quickly press a pecking kiss against your cheek.
He likes to present you with a big bunch of flowers at the start of each night - firecracker red petals stained with a pink blush hide the own peach-white face of one Vampire as he holds them out to you with frilly hands and feet planted together. It’s a sweet gesture, even if you do go out in the morning and find out that they were given to him by Deacon, who had pulled the flowers up from the neighbour’s front yard.
You find him staring. A lot. Turns out he just always is kind of buzzing internally, stomach flittering like a storm-ridden sky with the desperate need to kiss you. He’s just so flustered, and terrified that he’s encroaching on your comfort that you always end up having to ask him if he’d like to kiss you. He just nods with that little smile he does to hide his fangs - the one with the dipped head and twitching lips, until you grab onto the bottom of his chin and pull him down into a kiss that could leave even the oldest vampire craving for breath. He usually ends up stumbling into you, so desperate not to miss even a second of your lips teasing against his that he falls down onto his knees on the floor and allows you to tower above him. He can’t help the growl that escapes from the back of his throat as your lips open slightly to meet his own pliant ones again.
Since it’s canon that Viago likes RuPaul lmao, a lot of late nights are spent with you cuddled up between his legs in his coffin while you watch it on your laptop. While he enjoys the show, he also uses it as an excuse to rest his head against the dip of his neck and just hold you to his chest tightly.
He’s spurred on a lot to try and play pranks on you by Vladislav. The kind of joke where he sneaks up behind you while you’re brushing your teeth in the bathroom, since he can’t be seen in the mirror. He always chickens out from scaring you at the last minute though - instead he opts to surprise you by wrapping his arms around your hips, lifting you off the floor and spinning you around the room while giggling against the back of your head the whole time.
He adores it when you just reach up on your tippy toes during the day in the pretence of fixing his always pristine cravat. It gives him the chance he’s been craving for hours to lean down and press a warm, plush kiss against the tip of your nose. He hopes that every single day of his eternity can feel as full of the fondness and endearment he’s gifted by you.
When he finally caves in and just decides to finally clean through the bloody dishes left at the side of the kitchen sink over the last five years, the only thing that can stop his ears from smoking red with grousing is you. The two of you standing side by side in frilly aprons while your arms soak up to your elbows in sparkling suds. The two of you hum an old love song playing on the radio, your hips bumping together from time to time as you smile over at each other.
He often sneaks up behind you while you’re busy trying to finish off shaping your next vase in his clay studio, just to try and hear your pearls of laughter as he bends over and pretends to bite your neck. Instead he blows a warm raspberry, shrieking as you reach up to push him off and accidentally swipe a streak of wet clay along his cheek. For a moment, you think he’s offended, but then he reaches past you to place his hand in the clay and throw a piece at you. The two of you end up piled on top of each other on the floor, giggling as Viago tries to chase your face with peppering kisses.
When the two of you finally get up to clean, he gets all whiny and mopey because of the mess. You have to lead him by intertwined hands to the bathroom sink and gently take his fingers within your palm, one by one. Please kiss his knuckle after you’ve dried each one, because he’ll lift his head and shyly smile at you again, with enough fondness swirling in his eyes that your heart can barely take it.
Mmm waking up at the start of the night, only for him to sit up and lean his sleepy head on your shoulder. It’s his subtle message that he wants you to reach up and rake your hair through his fingers to curl the tips of his hair.
You find out after a couple of months of dating that he keeps a silver locket in his breast pocket, with jaggedly cut pictures of the two of you safe inside. Close enough that both of your faces are always touching, and it’s tucked nice and adjacent to his heart, but not close enough to scar his skin. He takes it out and looks at it, tracing his pointer finger over the curve of your jaw every day before he lays down in his coffin and sleeps.
He’s so happy to do little trumpet concerts for you he literally starts jumping up and down on the spot and shrills in delight at the prospect. Please, despite how badly he cannot play, just clap your hands and bob from side to side through it until he finally ends by sticking the gramophone on and holds out his hand to you. He just likes to spin you in his arms, the two of you swaying from side to side like old romantics, his hand tightening on your hip and thoughts stifling in his head - each sense overpowered by his never ending adoration for you.
He’s really, really protective of you. When you go out for date nights to a local club into town, if he thinks anyone is walking too closely to you in any way he’s got his arm straight out and smoothly tucks you right behind his back. His hand never leaves yours while you’re sitting on the bus, resting tenderly on his lap as he strokes over your thumb with his own larger and colder one. He always ends the date by wrapping his various fluffy and warm coats around your shoulders - they’re SO comfy and velvety, that when he tucks you into his shoulder and starts walking back to the bus stop you’re enveloped by his warm scent of figs and lilies.
He really doesn’t know how to cook modern food, so his idea of a big romantic meal is warmed up beans.
His whole room is just littered with pictures of you - taking up every inch of the oaken antique cabinet, the dust settled along the gilded frames lining the ornate moulding of the wardrobe, filling the newspaper stuffed window frame with no room to spare. He’s taken each and every one of them, each angle wonky as heck but filled with thoughtfulness and sentiment as he snaps you again and again with the polaroid camera you bought him for his 345th birthday.
He’s just SO in love it drives his flatmates absolutely insane, big hearteyes mf
Hello! I saw you were writing for Viago (What We Do In The Shadows), and I really need more for him, so... ^.^
Would you agree to write something with him and a Reader who is on their period? I'd prefer if the Reader was non binary/gender neutral, but if you're more comfortable with a Fem!Reader, it's okay. It doesn't have to be smut, I just would like to know how Viago would react, considering he is a vampire, after all. :p Thanks in advance!
The Unwanted Visitor (Viago/Gender-Neutral Reader)
Author’s Note: I am so sorry this took me forever to get around to, school kicked my butt this semester! Viago is such a comfort character to me, and it’s always an honor to write for him. Enjoy!
Link to AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43720252
Content Warnings/General Themes: mentions of blood, AFAB! reader, gender-neutral reader, no gendered pronouns, fluff, hurt/comfort (reader is on their period), comfy vibes, (very slightly) alludes to smut at the end but no explicit content
Rating: General Audiences
Word Count: 1354
You jolt awake at the sound of your alarm, alerting you that dusk would be arriving at any minute now.
From an outside perspective, others may assume that you were waking up to work the night-shift, or preparing for a night out with friends. At times, your plans did sometimes correlate with the latter of those two assumptions, however, your reality was quite different: you were waking up to make the most of your day–or rather–night, with your boyfriend Viago. Your vampire boyfriend Viago.
AKA, the only person you would have ever considered altering your sleep schedule for.
Unfortunately, while you were able to muster up the will and conviction to sleep during the day and wake at night, your body, on the other hand, had its own schedule of sorts. Normally this meant waking up and staying awake, as the traces of sunlight that would occasionally manifest in your room were enough to disturb your sleep cycle. Or, you would wake up with the overwhelming urge to drive to the nearest Macca’s and chow down on a Big Mac or some nuggets. Today, however, your body had other plans, which was evident in the way your fitted sheets were now stained crimson.
You sighed and stood up rather quickly, forgoing your typical morning (well, technically evening) routine to gather your sheets and run to the bathroom to clean up a bit, nonchalantly tossing your clothes and the stained fabric into your laundry basket. You rinsed off in the shower, cleaning off where necessary, and put on some comfortable clothes, applying a hygiene product that you deemed necessary for the situation.
You then glanced into the mirror, trying to determine if the bloating you felt was noticeable externally, when you swore that you heard a noise behind you. You glanced around in the mirror for a few seconds, before seeing what looked like a floating laundry basket making its way towards the–now open–entrance to the bathroom. Weird.
Either you were still asleep and this was all some crazy, period-induced fever dream, or your vampire boyfriend was attempting to steal your blood-soaked sheets and clothes. You were hoping for the former of the two possibilities, but knew reality had a way of kicking you in your metaphorical ass.
“Viago!” You nearly shouted, stopping him–and the honestly quite comical movement of the laundry basket–in his tracks.
You turned to face him, crossing your arms and giving him a perplexed look. He looked like a deer in headlights; except those headlights were his pissed-off partner.
“Meine liebe! I was just going to take care of this for you…” He began, trailing off as he followed the movement of your hands snatching the basket back from him.
You had no doubt in mind that he was in fact going to throw the fabric in the wash for you. Hell, knowing him, he would probably even pre-treat the stains, going above and beyond to return the material to its original shade. However, the irony of the whole situation was not lost on you, and you still felt guilty about allowing him to do so.
You sighed, dropping the basket, and eventually opting to approach Viago instead. Gingerly, you reached up to caress his face, thankful in this moment for his kindness and supportive nature. “ Vi ,” you whined, not caring about how needy you sounded.
“I’m here, liebling, is there anything you need?” He added, moving to caress your sides and hips where you were experiencing a bit of discomfort.
You nuzzled your face into his neck, muttering a nearly silent “you” in response.
He chuckled at that, stroking your back and holding you close. Of course, a wave of cramps decided to hit you at that moment, and you nearly doubled over in his arms.
“Sorry” you muttered quickly, massaging your own abdomen. “I feel like I’ve been internally mauled by a freaking werewolf, or something. And I know that with you being, well, you , it’s not the easiest thing to deal with–”
Viago cuts you off by slightly pulling away from you, extending his arms so that you were still in his grasp. “Nonsense, my love. I know what I signed up for with you. Just as you knew what you were in for with me. So please, head back to bed, and let me do this for you.”
You couldn’t help the smile that formed at his words, reminding you why you were both willing to sacrifice and compromise to make your relationship work. You pulled him in once more, kissing him on the cheek as you returned to your bed that you rarely got to share with Viago, due to, you know, the whole coffin thing.
As you heard the laundry machine kick on, you took it upon yourself to gather your comfiest sheets and drape them over your–luckily unstained–mattress and pillows. You reclined back, and just as you felt your eyelids get heavy, you were greeted by a rather elated-looking Viago.
You rolled your eyes, huffing at his disposition while you clutched onto your stomach like your life depended on it. “What’s got you so happy, Twilight?” You asked, smirking at your subtle jab.
Viago closed the space between himself and your bed, placing a glass of water and what looked to be pain medication on the table next to you. “Very funny, liebling,” he said, glaring at you as you giggled at his sudden disarray, using his thumb and index finger to lift your gaze to his own. “You try washing blood out of your favorite human’s clothes and sheets then get back to me. Oh wait, you can’t, because only one of us here is–”
You cut him off this time. “The handsome and wonderful vampire that I love so much?” You sweetened the pot by accompanying your statement with a toothy grin, one that he returned–with the addition of his pearly-white fangs, that is.
“What’d you bring little ole me?” You added, curious as to what he had been doing while you were making the bed.
He handed you the glass and medication, signaling for you to take it as he rushed out the room suddenly.
When he returned, he was carrying a weighted blanket that you regularly reserved for movie nights, your go-to comfort snack, and a selection of 3 or so of your favorite movies. You moved to get up and help him carry the rather bulky load, but he was quick to halt your actions, and instead he placed the movies and snack on the table so that he could cover you in the blanket.
You pulled him in, extending the blanket to cover both of you. One of your favorite parts about having an undead boyfriend–a phrase you never thought you would ever become so fond of–is that when an inevitable hot flash or low-grade fever begins to arise, Viago is there to instantly cool you down.
Speak of the devil–er, vampire,–you felt two cold hands making their way to your abdomen, kneading and stroking the skin that he came in contact with. You felt like putty under his grasp, fully relaxing into him and your bed.
You placed one of your hands over his near your stomach, rubbing circles with your thumb. “Thank you for this, Vi,” you spoke, bringing the same hand to your lips for a chaste kiss.
He repeated the action with your hand, shifting you carefully to face him and pulling you to his chest. “Anything for you, meine liebe.”
You noticed his grip on you tightening slightly, and his voice breaking as he spoke. You moved to question him, when you felt a sharp pain in your abdomen accompanied by the sudden need to rush to the bathroom. You followed Viago’s eyes to where they were fixated on your lower half, instantly making you feel self-conscious but also incredibly captivated by his primal stare.
“This is going to be a long week…” you sighed.
“Yep.” Viago replied, allowing you to slip out of his grasp (for the time being).
