#bill compton

[lokiravenwood]

Watching TrueBlood

Bill is a bitch

Alcide has great abs

Eric is perfect in every way and can do no wrong

[shivygifs]

TRUE BLOOD Strange Love | 1x01

[moonlitdesertdreams]

By the Sea (part 1/?)

A/N: Why am I on a True Blood kick in February of 2024? I have no idea, but please enjoy if you also are. Tags: Eric Northman, vampires, Eric Northman True Blood, True Blood Imagines, Eric Northman x OC, Eric Northman x mythical creature!reader, Eric Northman x Reader WARNINGS: Canon-typical swearing, overwhelming amounts of sweet, confused Eric Summary: Eric's been cursed to forget all his memories, but you stick out... and have to deal with the aftermath.

Word count: 1.6k+

You had no interest in meeting with the new King of Louisiana.

Bill Compton’s new position as King had given you nothing but pause, and part of you recognized his calling upon Eric as a power play.

So you lounged in the back office at Fangtasia, drifting in and out of consciousness. You could hear the faint arguing between Sookie and Pam in the other office, no doubt about relinquishing ownership of Sookie’s house. The same issue, you assumed, that Bill had requested Eric to discuss. You chuckled at the remembrance that it was your idea to buy the decrepit old farmhouse when Sookie went missing, both to keep an eye on the new King and have a safe haven for Eric away from Fangtasia. 

Despite never being fully human, sleeping was one of your favorite indulgences. And tonight you were content to let Eric handle Mr. Compton’s silly requests while Pam argued with Sookie in the other room and you remained at ease. The couch in Eric’s office was worn and comfortable, and you settled yourself underneath one of his jackets, propped against the armrest. When Sookie’s annoying voice drifted away, you were left with the dull roar of protestors outside Fangtasia. 

Dreams of blue seas and daylight walks with Eric plagued your mind. The warmth of the sun on your skin, and the golden dance of his hair in a Mediterranean breeze flitted by, and you relished in the fuzzy feeling it brought. 

But the invigorating daylight suddenly vanished, replaced with a drab gray office and the annoying scream of a cell phone. You quickly realize it was not in fact your cell phone, but the Fangtasia office phone ringing obnoxiously on Eric’s desk. The sound of Pam and her… company through the wall gave you the idea she wasn’t getting to the phone anytime soon, so you yawned and climbed to your feet, having half a mind to let it ring till it quieted. 

However, the newest anti-Vampire movement was raging, and everything at Fangtasia now was about saving face and playing nice. You picked up the receiver and tucked it in the crook of your shoulder, putting on your best vampire purr. 

“Thank you so very much for calling Fangtasia. How may I be of service?”

“Y/N?” 

You grimace, recognizing Sookie’s sing-song twang. “What do you want?”

“Listen, this is no time for your normal attitude-”

A snarl breaks through your lips. “Watch your mouth, brat. I’ll be on that doorstep before you draw in your next breath.”

“Y/N!” Sookie breathes heavily. “It’s Eric. I found him walking down the road on my way back.”

You stiffen. Sookie’s house was less than a mile from Compton’s, and the thought of what happened to Sophie-Ann at his mansion invaded your mind. 

“What’d Compton do to him?”

“This wasn’t Bill.” Sookie’s tone was defensive in spite of everything he’d put her through. “I’m not sure who did this. Y/N… he doesn’t remember me. Or, much of anything. He keeps saying your name.”

Your slow-beating heart ticked up a notch. “You’re home?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you soon.”

You call on every power you have, letting your eyes fall closed. Teleportation was more of just extremely fast flying, mostly manageable but just exhausting. Sookie’s front porch materializes in your mind, and shortly after you feel a warm Louisiana breeze on your face. The sound of screaming cicadas followed, ringing your ears to the point of a migraine. 

Before you can get a hand on the doorknob, the wooden panel flew open. Six feet and five inches of blonde viking greeted you, big hands palming at your shoulders and arms as he drew you close in an instinctual embrace. Sookie’s scent caught your attention as well, but your face was buried in Eric’s bare chest, too busy reveling in his closeness to care. He hummed against your hair nonsensically, nose nuzzled into the roots. 

“Älskling” Darling. 

He murmured the Swedish word into your hair, pushing a soft rumble through his chest. You finally found it in you to return the embrace, rubbing what you imagined to be reassuring circles on his torso. His behavior was startling, as public affection was not his favorite. He wasn’t afraid of it, per say, but he was more brutish. Eric was possessive and pushy, grabbing onto you and nuzzling against your body to mark you with his scent before visiting vampires or their nests. Coddling and dotting outside of that was usually reserved for the bedroom and private rooms away from prying eyes. 

“Eric?” You take a step back, and your heartstrings tug painfully on one another. 

His blue eyes are wide, full of confusion and apprehension The air of calm and power he usually carries is missing, replaced with the naivety of a scared child. You reach a hand up to cup his cheek. 

“What happened, my love?” You whisper, ushering him to sit on the porch swing.

As you walk away from the entryway, Sookie’s eyes meet yours. She nods briefly, and steps away before closing the door with a soft ‘click’. Eric reaches for you once he’s settled on the cushions. You allow him to have a hold of your hand, but maintain a bit of space and sit cross-legged facing him. 

“I’ve missed you.” He murmurs, even though you saw him less than five hours ago. 

The gush and fluttering of human emotions was something you haven’t felt in years. “I know. What’s the last thing you remember?”

“The sea.” Eric takes your hand with both of his. “Where we met. You were so beautiful.”

His words were full of emotion and love, and you hated that your face blanched. When you met, when he could smell and taste the shore of the North Sea as it danced under sunlight, was the last few days of his humanity.

“Do you remember what happened to you tonight?” You implore him to continue, trying not to choke at the sight of his ruffled hair. 

Eric’s face fell, far away from the contented glaze he had when speaking about the sea. “I know I am a vampire. You are mine. But I… I don’t-”

“Shhh, Shhh.” You hush him gently. “That’s okay.”

Eric shakes his head, gripping your wrist as if you could take his memories via osmosis. He mutters in Swedish, and you prompt him to speak up. The words he utters tell you of flashes he’d seen, but couldn’t provide any context. 

“Det var hon, men det var inte hon.” It was her, then it wasn’t her. 

The description is of a face morphing from older to younger, but nothing more. 

What the hell had Bill Compton done to him?

Sure, Eric recalled a woman’s face, but there was nothing to say Bill didn’t set him up. You were suddenly pissed at yourself for not accompanying him to the new King’s hold. You hadn’t so much as asked why he was going. Pam was her normal stoic self upon hearing about him being beckoned, but you bet she had asked why. 

“Eric?” His eyes are fixed on you, unwavering and diligent. 

“Yes, my queen?” 

You almost blush at the pet name. “Can you go sit inside with Sookie? I just have to call someone.”

A lopsided grin stretches his face. “Anything for you.” 

Eric leans in and meshes his lips with yours, and it’s the sweetest kiss he’s ever laid on you. There’s no possessive undertone, no domineering fangs brushing against your lips. It’s an innocent show of affection, driven by absolute base instinct and a loss of personality. 

“I love you.” He murmurs, breath fanning over your lips. 

“I know.”

That amnesiatic smile twists his lips again, and he shuffles back into the farmhouse. You dwell for a moment on the odd behavior before withdrawing your cell phone and immediately dialing Fangtasia.

“Good evening, Fangtasia, Northern Louisiana’s most fang-tastic club. What do you want?”

On any other day, you would have laughed at Pam’s greeting. And you tried so hard to be nice. 

“Pam it’s me.”

“Are you really callin’ me from the other office? I thought we talked about-” 

“Something happened to Eric.” You stop her,  “I don’t know what’s wrong.”

The line goes silent, and you half expect her to come rushing onto the porch as you had. 

“Elaborate.”

“Sookie called me… She found him wandering down the road on the way home from Fangtasia. He doesn’t remember anything.” You force yourself to keep your voice steady.

“What do you mean, anything?”

You sigh. Nervous Pam is not good for anyone. “The last thing he recalls is the last days he was human…. When we met. He knows what he is but not who.”

Pam’s voice quakes, and you can’t tell if it’s anger or fear. “Bill set him up.”

You raise a brow. “I had an inkling. What did he go there for?”

“Some new coven of fuckin’ witches in Shreveport. Rumored to have been practicin’ necromancy.”

Your blood runs cold. “And Bill sent him in alone?”

“Probably knew it was a trap, too. Wouldn’t be the first time he’s tried to get rid of Eric.” Her hatred of Bill is palpable, even through the shoddy phone connection. “If the AVL finds out, they might sign off on assassinating Eric.”

“Alright.” You scrub a hand down your face. “Thanks Pam. I’m gonna take care of him”

“Y/N… be careful. I don’t trust Sookie.” 

Said southern belle is trying to covertly look at you through the window and you turn away. 

“You know I will.” A pause. “And Pam?”

“You get all mushy with me and it’s just gonna piss me off.”

You laugh for the first time that night. “Just do me a favor and don’t worry.”

The line disconnects, and you know she’s worrying. From inside the house, Eric smiles at you, dopey face swaying ever so slightly in the window frame. You look at the sky, wishing you didn’t know there was no such thing as God. 

“Fuck my life.”

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True Blood behind the scenes

[k-wame]

Stephen Moyer & Sam Trammell   |  𝗍rᥙᥱ ᑲᥣ᥆᥆ძ 2010 · һ᥆rr᥆r · 𝗍᥎ sᥱrіᥱs · s03.ᥱ01

[pooppantsginger]

sookie mothafuckin stackhouse

um you guys remember when i said id go back to posting normally? well yeah i lied i got the true blood books and now i’m back on my true blood grind um anyways

[msanonships]

Tara's trauma from her s*xual assault on True Blood

[belle-keys]

Vampires being Southern confederates in the American pop culture tradition makes so much sense to me logically. Not saying that I don't believe it's propaganda, because it absolutely is. But planter vampires and confederate vampires (Jasper, Damon, Lestat, Louis, Bill Compton) make a lot of sense in the American context, as much as aristocratic and “Old World” vampires make sense in the British context.

If vampires are inherently Gothic, then vampires must symbolize and personify the vestiges of a long-gone past – one which only simmers to life from far below the surface when it’s time to reveal the horrors, or the romance, of what is usually an oft-forgotten history. In 19th-century Britain, through vampire short stories and novellas, and later Dracula, vampires evoked the (misunderstood and misappropriated) time of the Goths. This, in turn, brought to readers’ minds images of towering castles, the superstition of Eastern Europe, and the so-called barbarism of the Old World, that which was made to appear antiquated in its monstrosity and secret imperialist desires. (*sarcastic voice*) The Old World was so at odds with enlightened, modern, industrializing Britain! It’s no wonder that vampires in British literature took the forms of counts, noblemen, and princes – they were the conspiring, powerful leaders of the Old World, or the medieval world, or some forgotten pre-Industrial feudal world.

And if we are to apply this concept of what vampires should represent for the United States, it only makes perfect sense that vampires would be planters and confederates. Slavers, planters, and confederate fighters also evoke the Old America, conjuring images of Southern chivalry, the great Antebellum, and the humble pioneers of this free nation of God and goodness and prosperity! And then the confederates got their ass beat really bad. And they could only hold on to these romantic images of that former “honour and glory” through propagation of the Lost Cause myth. What better vehicle to wield this romanticisation of, yunno, the defense of chattel slavery than through vampire softbois?! Immortal beings who symbolize the survival and resilience of the Antebellum South through time. Why don’t we make them hot guys who were just protecting the South in our pop culture? Sure. If the vestiges of America’s long-gone past are slavery and genocide and, uh, chivalric Southern honour, then vampires do a pretty effective job of reminding us of this horrifying/romantic (you choose here) history. Spoiler alert: it’s horrifying.

[throwmethroughawindow]

i feel like I’m going crazy. I joined the True Blood train way too fuckin late in 2024 but now that I’m here I want to consume fanfiction and there’s fucking NONE!?!?! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO ENJOY A SHOW WITH NO FANFICTION!!’

I just wanna read about Eric falling in love w us or alcide getting someone better than debbie!!!

I HATE SOOKI!!!

HUH!!’🤨🤨🤨😫😫😫😫😫‼️‼️‼️‼️

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: True Blood

Sample Size: 1,512 stories

Source: AO3

[dogboytim]

LETS GET SOME TOP SURGERY APPRECIATION

Also there may be a part 2 to this. Idk

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True Blood characters seeing your top scars

Bill Compton

Ok he’s a little confused

He has never met a trans person (that he knows of)

His questions may come off as a bit rude because he initially thought someone hurt you when he saw the scars

Asks Sookie for help. He’s trying his best

He likes to trace them with his thumbs a lot. Especially during quiet moments

During sex he likes to like them

Eric Northman

He has met trans people in the past so your scars aren’t anything new to him

He likes them a lot! He thinks of them as battle scars almost

Pep talks in front of the mirror if he catches you feeling down

Won’t touch them unless you give him permission. He knows it can be a touchy subject

He simply likes to admire them!

Literally will not let you hate them

Sam Merlotte

He initially found out after you had to change at work (customer threw their drink)

You covered yourself and he understood immediately. Though he did end up leaving a note assuring you that you wouldn’t lose your job over your identity

Has Sookie, Lafayette, or Tara take over if he knows a specific customer has certain beliefs

He’s silly ok. He likes finding little pins or stickers with the trans flag and giving them to you.

Defends you no matter what. He has and will punch someone over you. He doesn’t tolerate transphobia

Has a “wall of shame” with customers who got banned for homophobia/transphobia

Alcide Herveaux

“You’re trans? Cool 👍🏻” Type shit fr

He’s very understanding about it! When he used to be part of a pack he had trans packmates!

Please let him kiss your scars. He will go haywire.

Loves to lay on your chest and admire them up close. He especially likes how the scar tissue is a slightly different color than your skin

Gives your scars very special attention during intercourse. Kisses, praising them, the whole nine yards really

Will help you tape them up if wanted!

Jason Stackhouse

He doesn’t really express an opinion at first.

However you do know he’s supportive because he starts leaving old clothes of his that don’t fit anymore for you.

Hesitates when you let him feel them because he doesn’t want to be disrespectful?

“They look good on you!” Lord please save him.

Has fought and lost said fight over you but he tried!

You know how he became sheriff? He locked someone up for being transphobic once.

[minswriting]

True Blood Characters Reaction to You in Lingerie For Them

NSFW | MDNI | fem!reader

Eric Northman

If Eric were to see you in lingerie, I feel like he would most definitely smirk at you, eyeing you up and down before going “Well isn’t this quite the treat?” in that seductive but teasing voice he has. He would then proceed to fuck you with the lingerie on, basking in the beauty that is indeed you.

Bill Compton

Bill would smile, looking at you like you’re a doll. “That does look quite gorgeous on you,” he would say in his wonderful southern twang. “But personally, I believe you look best with nothing on at all.” To which he would proceed to undo your lingerie in a teasing manner, smirking at you as your naked form was revealed. You guys would have sex immediately after.

Alcide Herveaux

I can imagine Alcide coming home after a long day working on construction. He would see you lying down all sexily on the bed, wearing a very beautiful lingerie set. I think he’d be the type to smile lazily and go “Don’t you look beautiful,” in that husky voice of his. He would definitely crawl onto the bed and take you because what better way to decompress from a long day?

Jason Stackhouse

With Jason, it’s really easy to tell what he would do. He would walk in, seeing you in a lingerie set and smile all stupidly and adorably. “I know exactly what you’re needing right now,” he would say as he’s undressing himself. And then he would be all goofy and silly while the two of you makeout and have sex. Honestly top tier

Sookie Stackhouse

If Sookie walked in on you wearing lingerie, she would totally be embarrassed at first. She would blush and cover her face until you’re like “sweetheart, i wore it for you,” to which she would then peek through her fingers to look at you. She would go “you look beautiful,” in a shy voice. And then you’d have to take the initiative to bring her to bed.

Jessica Hamby

homegirl is so mf pretty

Imagining Jessica waking up from her day sleep and she sees you just in the bedroom, dressed all sexily. “Well aren’t you a site for sore eyes?” she’d say, smiling and taking in your form. “Is this all for me?” to which you would nod, smiling at the red haired girl. Jessica would grin before joining you, undressing herself with speed. And she would rock your world.

[oddussy420]

If sookie read my mind

Me : whats the point of it all? We all die. Nothing matters. Oooo onion rings!

Sookie: ill be praying for you.

[limerence4u]

thinking about amnesia eric from season 4… he was so softtt

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[winnie-the-monster]

[thegayhimbo]

That scene where Eric Northman shows up to Sookie's house covered in wet cement and blows apart Sookie's relationship with Bill by revealing Bill was sent by Sophie Anne to procure Sookie and that Bill allowed the Rattarays to beat the shit out of Sookie so he could drug her with his blood, weasel his way into her pants, and has been manipulating her from the beginning, is one of the most satisfying moments on the show. Bonus points for Sookie forcing Bill out of her house in disgust and Eric nonchalantly saying "I want my phone back."