#eric northman angst

[leviathanspain]

keep my heart

eric northman x human!reader

synopsis: you were his achilles heel, his heart outside of his body, and he would do anything to protect it

eric hadn’t given you any details after picking you up from work. you had settled into his car after your long shift at merlotte’s, the restaurant air lingered on your skin, the hard work of the day ached in your bones. you felt everything but beautiful, and initially refused the vampire’s offer to drive you home. but after much convincing, and the reminder that you barely had a choice, you had reluctantly gotten into the car with him.

he looked at you coolly, turning on the radio as he began to drive. you stared at his side profile, waiting for him to say something. eric smiled slightly, “what?” he didn’t know what made you so special in his eyes, from your knowledge and the words of many others, eric hated humans, didn’t respect human life enough.

but you, you had been the only exception, and eric found himself fighting to keep you in his life, even if he’s had to subtly change his ways. yet somehow, the past always came to bite him back in the ass, hence the reason he had decided to drop you off at bill’s house instead of your house. he owed him a favor anyway.

you watched as the silhouette of your house passed you by. you sat up with a slight panic and let out a nervous chuckle, “seemed to pass my house by. i’m surprised you forgot, i thought your memory was supposed to be sharp.” you tried to be playful, not knowing the bounds of his anger, and you never wanted to.

eric smiled softly, “i didn’t.” his hand moved over to the radio knob and turned the music all the way up. it blasted as you exhaled deeply. you were trying not to panic, you hadn’t been in danger with eric before, and you had been hanging around him for a while. but you weren’t sure if it was sookie’s words on eric that came back to haunt you, or just the sheer panic of it all, but for the first time, you were afraid of eric northman.

you recognized bill’s house as the car pulled in. you had been there just a handful of times, mostly with sookie who had been the one to introduce you to eric. you looked at eric and he grabbed your hand, “please.” he didn’t have to say much else as you understood what he was trying to say.

behave. the word went unspoken, and you stepped out of the car after a moment of hesitation. you had no reason not to trust the viking, he had been more than kind to you for the while that hes shown interest in you. courting you, buying you expensive gifts and gowns, more than a small town girl would ever need. yet, you hadn’t shared more than a kiss, nothing to warrant his affection. it was a mystery, his interest in you, but you liked his company, and at times, his protection.

eric could feel your fear, he saw it in your shoulders as you walked next to him. he had been silent the entire time, not knowing what else he was supposed to say. he put a hand against the small of your back, gently leading you into the house.

you looked at eric with wide eyes as you saw bill. there was an expression of distress on bill’s features as he saw you. you knew through sookie that bill couldn’t stand eric’s infatuation with you. he thought it was dangerous, yet he had no qualms of his own romance with sookie.

so to be standing here at his doorstep with said dangerous man behind you, you felt small. bill looked at you and smiled politely, “miss y/n, sookie is here. why don’t you join her?” he stepped aside, opening his arm to lead you in. you turned to look at eric and caught a glimpse of the look he shared with bill.

whatever he was doing, he was doing it for you.

you swallowed thickly and nodded, feeling stiff as you walked into the living room, seeing the blonde ponytail of your best friend, feeling a slight relief. she usually had the answers, even if she always had something to say about your friendship with eric.

she turned as you approached the couch she was seated on. “y/n-“ she embraced you tightly, “im so glad you’re alright.” she pulled away and you furrowed your eyebrows, “why wouldn’t i be? do you know why eric brought me here? what’s going on sookie?” you had so many questions that seemed to erupt at her words. clearly she knew something you didn’t, and she shouldn’t have told you.

her face tightened, unsure of how to explain the situation, you ran off back towards eric.

he and bill had moved their conversation to the library and you pushed the partially opened door, wide open, “eric- what the hell is going on?” you wanted to trust him, and you had been, knowing often that what he did, he did with a purpose.

but randomly offering to pick you up after work, and driving past your house on purpose had been one, but sookie knowing before you did of your own fate was ridiculous, especially coming from him.

the vampires’ conversation died down immediately and eric looked at you with a stone expression. bill looked between the two of you and once towards eric before excusing himself politely.

you stared at eric, and he sighed deeply, breaking the stoic expression and silence that he had been giving you all night.

“eric-“ you were scared, you didn’t want to admit it but in a world that became almost unrecognizable to you in the past few years, you had the right to be. he stood up and walked over to you. he inhaled and gently put his hands on your arms, “y/n-“ eric’s head was bowed, unusual for a man who loved eye contact, “bill will protect you while i’m gone. i-“ eric cleared his throat, “i’ve gotten into some shit and,” he shrugged, “they have a tendency to harm the ones i love. and i haven’t had to protect anyone,” he finally looked up at you, “in a very long time.” as he looked into your eyes, it suddenly dawned on you that your friendship with eric had long been something else.

“i see.” you couldn’t help the automatic reply that came out, you were too occupied staring into the viking’s eyes. unable to stop yourself, you leaned in to kiss eric, his lips catching yours into a passionate kiss. his hands fell from your arms down to your waist, squeezing tight at your hips.

eric pulled away suddenly and you called after him, “eric!” but he was already racing out the door, his long legs giving him the advantage. you saw him walking towards the door and you leapt towards him, but felt hands gripping at you, stopping you from reaching eric.

you turned and saw it was bill, who’s vampire strength easily subdued you. eric looked at you painfully and at bill, “keep my heart, bill compton, or else i’ll be really, really fucking pissed.”

as eric left, and you continued to struggle in bill’s arms, you were left with more questions than before, and at the tone of his words, you weren’t sure if and when eric northman would return for you.

[leftingbadly]

both. NSFW | godric of gaul, eric northman

A spin-off piece from Between Blood and Barren Homes where you, Eric, and Godric explore your new, developing relationship.

Pairing: Godric/Eric Northman x OFC/You

Rating: 18+

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There are so many ways this could have started. 

With a kiss?

With a push?

Maybe with anger, yes. Definitely with anger. But it was the sort of anger frustration was made out of, the sort desperation reeks of. You know?

Maybe Eric started it first. Oh, Eric started it first

One day when you’re in your room, and you’d come back from swimming, or you’d gotten out of the shower and the entire room reeked of you– your body wash, your hair oils and shampoo, your body lotion. God, Eric steps one foot into the hallway outside of your bedroom door and he can smell how sweet you are. He can hear you on your bed, taking care of your hair, he’s so attuned to you in that moment that he can hear the very strands of it moving

And he comes to you, because God, how could he not?

It hadn’t been like this at first.

He had hated you at first, as he did all things. But now…

He had told himself over the past weeks that you were just a means to an end, whatever it took to keep his Maker alive, whatever it took to see that Godric didn’t meet the sun– he paid your price, he kept you safe, he did it all

And in doing so, he fell in love with the woman that you are

And oh, the woman that you are

So he comes into your room under false pretences, and he tells you it’s dangerous tonight, because there had been a meeting held, and foreign vampires were in the area. And he looks at you as he says this, in his black tank top, and his cheeks are flushed and you can tell, you can tell, that he’d just fed. Because there was that look in his eye that he always got, a man satisfied, a man sated, a man ready to suck the blood out of the world– and he was staring at you 

“What?” The woman asked. Her legs crossed, a bathroom wrapped tightly around her body. She had become accustomed to this, being so vulnerable around the place now. In a home full of vampires it wasn’t hard to be reminded that you were at the mercy of their wills. 

“What?” Eric’s voice taut, snapping, despite the kindness he had been predicting all these weeks. He was on the verge of something he couldn’t name. A foreign wind blowing him off an unknown cliff. Towards you, towards you, towards you

“Despite me giving most of my attention to your Maker, as per your request, Eric, I can still tell when things are off with other vampires too. You know?”

His feet bring him forward towards you, as though your words are a lasso around his neck. Step, step, step– and there he was standing before you. Your neck craned up, up, up– fuck, how tall was this man?

“What do you see?”

There were those words again, 

Often, often, often would you have heard it from Godric’s mouth

“Tell me what you see.”

It meant: tell me there is more to me than the monster I had made

It meant: tell me that you do see more man in me than that

It meant: Tell me you know that I will not hurt you 

“What do you want me to see?” The woman asked. She was careful. She knew the dance. Unlike with Godric, one could not so easily tell Eric Northman he too wore his emotions in his eyes. That same glint, that same wound. 

Eric remained quiet as he stared at you. His eyes fixed on the small bump of skin on your neck. You were right there, your throat was right there, but he couldn’t. 

He swallowed hard and he stepped back.

“You’re taking care of Godric.”

But it meant: I see the way my Maker looks at you 

It meant: I see the way you look at him 

Because despite the man he was, oh, the man he was, Eric Northman would not feed or kiss or fuck the woman his Maker held so closely to him

But why…

Why was she staring up at him like that?

Why was she standing up?

Please, please don’t stand up

Fuck, she was walking towards him.

And why did her hand have to feel so soft? And why did the ghost of a heart thrum in his chest where she touched it? Fuck, fuck, fuck–

“You look like you could use some care too, in your long life.”

And what could he do?

What else, truly, could he have done but kiss you in that moment?

Gentle intention and hard lips. Your legs were wrapped around him before either of you knew it. And then changed, turned, Eric found himself on the bed in the next moment and you on his lap, facing away from him

He took pleasure in the way he had to crane your neck, exposing it for all its glorious divinity, his entire palm stretched over it as his hand held your chin and his mouth devoured yours

Saliva mixing, gooey tongue over tongue, he traced your teeth and everything else you would give him 

There was a heat building up in the room as your body struggled against his, struggled for more, struggled for deeper, harder– fuck, Eric, your voice called out 

“Do something before I lose my mind.” The whimper in your voice unravelled him. The sound of the hinges to your bedroom creaking, unravelled him even more. 

He stopped kissing you, a string of saliva pulling between the two of you, as your heads turned to see Godric standing in the doorway. How had he been so lost in you that he couldn’t hear another vampire approaching?

How had he been so lost in you that he couldn’t feel Godric approaching? But there he stood, in all his glory, white linen pants and a grey sweater that dipped so, so deliciously down his chest. Collarbones peaked and tattoos displayed lifetimes of story and chaos. Godric stood as he stared, unmoved, unblinking. And the woman’s breath was bated, but there was a heat in her body and between her legs that wouldn’t stay sated for long. And Eric, oh, sweet Eric, Sweet boy, Eric. 

He held in a breath, then exhaled three times before he plucked up the courage. 

There was nothing left to do but this.

He had gone too far, he had been too brave. Now, he was going to have to be more bold. More daring. Makers had killed their offspring for far, far less. But here he was now and this was the chance he was going to take.

For a moment he could feel Godric’s wrath, Godric’s pain. For a moment all those months of doubt and discourse within his Maker on whether or not he should or could do anything to you came to a front.

Eric could sense it all now, Godric hid nothing from him

And a bright red monster reared its head, jealousy the colour of blood now

And he wondered for a moment if this was his end

And he wondered for a moment if Godric would spurn those centuries of love and faith between them

And Eric moved his hand on your jaw, and he turned her wide, open, wet mouth to Godric, and he ripped open her blouse with his other hand

A gasp left the woman, of course it did, as Godric stepped closer. The door closed behind him, and he stepped closer, closer, closer

Moments passed as he stared at her, and the cold air made her nipples hard, and the feel of Eric pressing into her back, and the look of Godric’s gaze pressing into her front– it was too much for a woman, she was just a woman, and fuck, she needed someone to do something–

Her back arched as Eric’s hand trailed ever so slightly, cautiously, waiting for Godric to accept the invitation

And he did.

Mouth dipped, fangs bared, Godric stared at the woman as though centuries of restraint were put to shame

He wanted to touch you 

But first, he had to ask 

Silence rang in the room.

But he couldn’t ask. 

The woman’s wide eyes looked up to him, pleading 

“Godric, please.”

Please. 

Of course he would. Anything. Anything you could do or say or want from him, if you said that word, the entire world was yours. But you weren’t asking for the world. You were asking for a kiss.

“What is it you want?” Godric’s confidence grew. The trepidation in him sizzled out, and where he had initially mistaken your lust for concern, he leaned closer to recognise yours eyes’ true intent. “It seems you have your fill of man in my progeny.”

Your head shook, vehemently. Because for all that had happened between you and Eric, if Godric in this moment didn’t kiss you, you knew you’d go insane. Your hands lifted up and reached around that stupid, simple fucking sweater and you pulled him so hard he crashed into you. And his fangs slices at your lips, and your tongue, and your blood floated into his mouth and you didn’t care.

Because Eric was kissing your neck now

And Godric’s tongue was sliding over yours

And Eric’s hands rested where your gown once was and fuck, it was cold, and fuck, it was hot at the same time

Hands slid over your body as it danced with the sound of ripping fabric. You were naked before you knew it, Eric’s fingers inside of you before you knew it, your hips grinding into them as Godric held you still in his progeny’s lap, before you knew it. 

He didn’t break the kiss, not even as Eric moved you further up the bed and Godric followed, lapping at the bloodstream from your mouth where his fangs had cut 

“I want to taste her.” Eric’s request was simple, and you damn near died when Godric pulled himself away. And the woman’s eyes followed his, as it looked away from him to his progeny behind her head, and she could do nothing but grind and whimper as Eric stuck his tongue into his Maker’s mouth, stealing the blood Godric had taken from you. 

They kissed until the blood was depleted, and then Eric turned your head for more. And Godric bent his face lower, lower than you had expected him to go, to place his mouth over the other set of lips that craved their attention. A gasp left you as his tongue slithered along your folds, cold hands holding them apart, and Eric swallowed those gasps whole. His hands never ceased their attack on your breasts, or your nipples, and the sensation of having two mouths on you, of having Godric and Eric surround you, of having the sheer power and the knowledge that if they wanted to, they could snap you in half with less than a thought. 

The woman’s hand gripped into the hair of the smaller man, Godric groaned, the feel of having his hair pulled an unfamiliar and all but welcoming sensation. It had been so long since a woman had tempted him this much, and so long even still since he had felt so connected to Eric through the bond. The thing that linked them together as maker and progeny thrumming with life and blood and lust. And the woman’s body hummed with it, too, as Eric bit his tongue and gave her his blood as well. It was more than what she could handle, more than anything she could handle, and she found her body shaking and her legs wrapping around Godric’s head as she came down from her first orgasm. The first of many, that night. 

But Godric was quick. Quicker than she had time to recover, he flipped her over onto his son’s chest and pressed his own into her back. His hand moved her head, turning her neck as his lips sought out hers. He wouldn’t let her go that night without a thousand kisses to her lips. But her head moved, her hand lifted up to grasp his hair again and she dragged it away from her mouth and placed it, to his shock, against her neck. 

She felt his dick throb against her ass, and her eyes looked up to Eric as she looked up at him, a silent plea. A distressed beg. She wanted them–

“You want us both to…?”

Godric’s words died on his lips as her gasp overtook the sound of the room. Eric’s teeth plunged into her, not needing further invitation, and Godric’s eyes blared angry and violent and lust-filled before she pushed his head down as well and his teeth sunk into her, too. Her second orgasm overtook her then, and her body shook as the two of them drank from her in tandem.

“Please,” her words were barely a whisper when they finished. “Please. I need it.” 

“Who, sweetheart?” Eric asked. His nose rubbing against hers, his tongue still licking his lips. “Whose cock do you want first?”

“Both,” her words were breathless as her head slumped. The desperation was making her tired, and she needed them to relieve her of the pain between her legs.

“Both?” Eric was amused. His eyebrows shot up at the gall of the human woman between them. He was about to interject on behalf of his maker, knowing that the smaller man wouldn’t want to put the woman through that much for her first time with them.

But Godric had been unravelling since he smelled her and his progeny together in the hallway

If he was being honest with himself he was unravelling since the first night he had met her

And fuck, she asked so nicely 

How could he deny her anything?

And fuck, she felt so good and soft, and alive between the two of them

Godric’s voice beat out into the open air before Eric’s could. 

“Hold onto his shoulders.” 

[faescythe]

Stay With Me Pt 5

Chapter 5: A New Start

Learning and growing can be difficult things to do, especially when your body is forever frozen in time. Many vampires that I have met have not changed throughout the centuries they have lived. It is one advantage mortals have over us creatures of the night. They are able to change and grow not only physically, but mentally much easier than us immortals. 

It took Godric two thousand years to start seeing the good in humanity. It took even longer for me. I don’t talk much about my past. The beginning of my vampire life was full of pain, violence, and death. When I changed Godric I swore to make sure that did not happen to him. For the most part, I was successful, but the years of torture he endured could not be wiped away with my blood. 

Godric is sitting across from me in the living room. If it weren’t for the seriousness of our current discussion I am certain he would be taking his rightful place at my side. Our future together is the current topic. Will Godric choose to stay with me? Will he go back to that swamp town with Eric? Or will he refuse the help he desperately needs because of his stubbornness? He wants so badly to atone for the atrocities he’s committed, but instead of punishing himself like he wants, he is punishing those close to him. He believes that his leaving this world is justified and the only way to fix his past mistakes. 

“I know what you wanted to happen when you were taken. This path you are on will not lead to atonement. Whatever god you think will judge you will not rule in your favor if you meet your true death in this way.” I feel guilt flood through our bond as well as regret and sadness. “My childe, it is time to stop running and face what you have done. If you truly want to make up for the lives you’ve taken, then you need to put some good into the world instead of taking yourself out of it. All your death would accomplish is more pain and suffering for those around you.” I take his hands into mine. Although we are both dead and no blood flows to keep us warm, his touch heats up my entire being. I can tell he feels the same as the fire spreading throughout our bodies reaches his eyes and sets them on fire with emotion. 

“Come with me. Please Godric, come with me,” I plead as I stare into his fiery eyes. He lets go of my hands. If my heart still beat inside of my frozen chest it would have given out. If he leaves me again that will be my breaking point. I cannot handle his rejection a second time. I cannot keep wandering this vast planet for the rest of eternity without him. He is my reason for existing. 

His hands slowly move upwards and cup my face. I feel his thumbs run over my cheeks and feel them smear my blood on them. I did not know when I started crying, but I doubt that I will stop anytime soon. My red tears start to impair my vision, but I refuse to blink them away in fear that this will be the last time I gaze upon Godric’s face. The face of my first and last creation. I memorized every pore many years ago, but I will never stop being amazed by it. 

“Do not cry Maker,” He tells me softly. “I won’t leave you again.” He leans forward and breathes a shaky, although unnecessary, breath. I can feel it tickle my face the closer he gets until there isn’t more than a centimeter between us. His forehead connects with mine and at last, I close my eyes and soak in his presence.

He stayed in that position until we hear someone clear their throat. My eyes flicker open and examine our surroundings for the person who interrupted us. I see the messy blonde locks of my grandchilde who stands in the doorway. He looks like he has just risen from his day's death. “Well isn’t this a touching moment,” he says with his usual smirk painting his face. 

“Eric,” whispers Godric. That was all it took for the tall Viking to use his enhanced speed to cross the room to us and kneel down to our positions. 

“I’m guessing you are not planning on returning with me to the Fangtasia?” Eric looks disappointed by this revelation. As if he were hoping that his creator would accompany him home and stay close by instead of leaving him behind. 

“ My childe, this is a journey I must take. You may not understand it now but have no doubt that in the future you will relate to what I am feeling more than I would like.” Godric pulls away from me to look at his progeny. “I will not be abandoning you. If anything I will be able to see even more with this new predicament.”

“I would also like to get to know my grandchilde and great grandchilde. It has been very difficult to know about your existence and not be able to go to you,” I tell him with a small smile on my face. This moment is what I have dreamed of for so many centuries. The moment I could meet the rest of my bloodline. Although I am still unable to see Nora, Godrics other childe, I can still interact with Eric and the infamous Pamela. I imagine she would be horrified by my sense of fashion. 

“When will you two be leaving?” He asks us. 

“We will depart when you do,” Godric replies. 

“ Where will you go?” Eric targets me with this question. He looks at me with his stormy eyes and I suddenly feel the urge to get closer to him. I want to study him the same way I do Godric. I want to memorize him. I struggle to resist the feeling.

“I have many nests around the world. We can go anywhere Godric chooses,” I tell him. I have to fold my hands together to keep them from unconsciously gravitating toward the giant man. It seems that after being close to him during my day rest, my body now wants to never leave his side just like it refuses to leave Godric’s. 

Eric shifts his gaze to his Maker and I force myself to tear my eyes away from the Viking and focus them once more on my own progeny. We can go wherever he chooses. He is no longer tied down by the AVL. Nan unknowingly did Godric an enormous favor by removing him from his position of power. She inadvertently set him free. He hasn’t tasted freedom like this since before the AVL was established. He can once again go where the wind takes him. Just like it did when he was a young vampire stalking through the trees. 

[buckys-zomdoll]

Goodbyes

Fandom: True Blood

Written For: Any Fandom Goes Bingo and Any Fandom Angst Bingo

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Beta’d by: @5soshow

Summary: Valeria is sent from the queen to work with Eric Northman, a vampire she has history with. 

Word Count: 4210

Pairings: Past Eric Northman x OFC

Warnings: Angst, Kidnapping, .Violence, mentions of blood. 

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She took a deep breath as she stepped out of the car, it had been centuries since she saw the man that turned her. She straightened her clothes and walked up to her. “Pam.” 

Pam looked at her and smirked. “Val. Welcome to Fangtasia, go ahead.” She stepped out of the way, allowing Valeria inside.

Valeria swayed through the crowd, she made her way to the back corner where Eric sat and watched the club. The moment he saw her he tensed, sitting straight up. 

“Miss me?” She gave him a slight grin. The last time they had seen each other he had ended things, telling her it was a mistake he even turned her. 

“Valeria, what brings you here?” 

“Straight to the point huh? Don’t worry I’m not here to attack you or anything.” Although she had threatened him before he left her with wolves. “This visit is strictly business, I would love to not be here and keep planning my revenge, however, it seems you don’t know how to do your job correctly.” 

Eric stood up. “I do my job just fine, now I would like you to leave my establishment.” 

She placed her hand on her chest. “I would love to leave, but I can’t. I have orders to make sure you find the idiotic human or humans in your zone harvesting vampire blood.” 

“I have it under control.” 

She scoffed. “Like you had it under control when you decided to get rid of me? I mean offense when I say, you don’t do a very good job at coming up with ways to deal with things.” 

He leaned down, his face inches from hers. “If I truly had wanted you dead, I would have done it with my own hands. I knew you would survive the wolves, I just wanted to have a little fun before I left you.” 

“Well honey now you’re stuck with me until the culprits are found and taken care of.” she patted his cheek. 

He grabbed her wrist. “I have it under control, you and your services are not needed.” 

“Eric, I suggest you let go of my wrist or I will burn your club to the ground with you in it.” When he let her go she sighed. “Look I don’t like this either, but I'm not leaving until it's done so you might as well use my help.” 

“Where do you plan on staying?” 

She smirked. “Now, that's better. I’ll be staying here with you.” 

Eric shook his head. “No.”

“I didn’t ask, I will be staying here. Show me the office.” 

“Why do you need to see the office?” 

She shrugged. “I'm gonna hang in there for now, until you close the club.” 

He groaned and ushered for Pam to come over. “Show Valeria the office.” 

“Of course, follow me.” Pam smiled. 

Valeria sat down in the chair behind the desk. “You can go back out there now.” 

Pam nodded and left, shutting the door behind her. 

Valeria spun in the chair for a few minutes and then started going through files. A few minutes after looking through the files she decided to try and get into the computer, she was just about to try another password when her phone rang. 

She smiled and answered the phone. “Hello, my Queen.” 

“Valeria, how did it go?” Sophie’s voice sounded concerned on the other end. 

“There was some resistance as I suspected, however as you said he can not ignore orders. I will find the culprits soon.” 

“Good, just remember to play nice with Eric.” 

Valeria rolled her eyes. “Fine, fine.” 

“I’m serious,” Sophie growled. 

“Okay. I’m going to hang up now, I have work to do.” 

“Alright, keep me updated.” 

“Will do.” Valeria leaned back into the chair as she hung up the phone. 

Her elbow rested on the armrest  of the chair, her pointer finger was pressed to her lips,  thumb on her chin as she stared at the computer and thought of what the password could possibly be. 

She was so lost in her thoughts she didn’t realize the door had opened or that it even closed shortly after until someone clearing their throats pulled her attention. Looking up from the computer she saw Eric standing against the door with his arms crossed. 

“What are you doing?” 

She shrugged. “I was bored, went through some files which by the way I organized for you, you’re welcome.” 

“I didn’t ask you to do that, and it looks like you were deep in thought. Does it upset you that you can’t get into the computer?” 

She rolled her eyes. “Please, I was just keeping myself entertained. I could care less about that  computer.”

“Good, because you won’t be getting the password.” He uncrossed his arms and walked closer. “Now get out of my seat, we have work to do.” 

“You can work from one of those chairs, I’m not moving.” It was Valeria’s turn to cross her arms. 

“And what if we need the computer?” His hands rested on the back of one of the chairs that were behind the desk. 

“Then you can give me the password.” 

Eric chuckled. “So you do care.” 

“No, I'm just comfortable here.” 

He looked down at the chairs in front of him. “These chairs are just as comfortable.” 

“Then you sit there.” 

Eric walked over to her, his hands resting on each armrest, bending down. “Get out of my spot.” 

She smirked. “No, you know the longer you try to get me to move the longer you’re stuck with me.” 

He growled and shoved the chair backward , causing it to hit the filing cabinet. “I loathe you.” 

Valeria stood from the chair, stepping closer to him, she grinned. “Ditto.” Shoving her way past him she sat down in one of the other chairs. “Go ahead, get on your computer.” 

Eric grabbed his chair, pulling it back into its place before sitting down, he looked at her as he made a hmph sound. His hands went to the keyboard, watching her from the corner of his eye. 

She leaned forward and laid her head in her hands as she watched, it wasn’t long before he shoved the keyboard away. 

“You locked me out!” He growled. 

She laughed. “You just have to wait a few hours then try again.” 

“You annoy me.” 

“And you piss me off, but we still have to work together.” 

He shook his head. “You’ve only been here a few hours and I already wish you would leave. I can handle things. Give me one week, if I still haven’t found them you can come help me.” 

“No can do, I’m already here. You should have asked for more time when the Queen called you.” 

“Whatever,” He rolled his eyes, “where would you like to start?” 

“You mean to tell me you don’t even have any ideas? Should you even be a sheriff?” 

“I have ideas, I’m just not sharing them with you.” 

Valeria’s eye twitched slightly. “I don’t believe you.” 

“Believe me, don’t believe me I don’t care.” 

She slammed her hands on the desk. “Dammit, Eric. Just work with me so I can leave!” 

Eric laughed. “You know, seeing you so upset that you’re stuck working with me makes me feel a whole lot better about you being here.” 

She stood up and headed to the door. 

“Where are you going?” Eric called after her. 

“Away from you, I’m hungry.” 

“Don’t go too far, it's close to daytime and when I lock up for bed I don’t open the doors again.” 

She opened the door and left. 

How dare he threaten her, after everything he put her through. He had been her first crush, her first love. He had turned her and promised her forever only to get bored and toss her aside like she was nothing. 

It didn’t take her long to find someone to feed on, even with the world knowing about vampires humans still stayed out late. Sure at first they hid and panicked, but then the true blood became a thing and humans started going back to being out late. Like she’d ever drink that crap, blood was better fresh. 

When she got back to Fangtasia, Eric was standing in the door. He smirked when he saw her and started to shut it. In the blink of an eye, her foot was stopping the door from shutting. “Eric,” she spoke through gritted teeth. 

“Sorry, I decided you can't stay here.” 

“It’s almost daylight, I have nowhere else to go.” 

“You really should have thought of that before.” 

She pulled the door open, causing him to almost fall. “I fucking hate you.” she walked past him. 

He shut and locked the door. “Same to you princess.” 

She clenched her fist but ignored him, she had told Sophia she would play nice. “Pam, sweetheart, why don’t you show me where I can rest?” 

“Sure, Val. Right this way.” 

She half expected not to wake up, but she did, although it did take her a while to get out of the coffin. Once she finally got it open and sat up she realized there was a sticky substance on the edges. 

Letting out a sigh she stood up, dusted herself off, and headed to the office. When she got into the office, Eric was already in his chair and Pam stood beside him. 

“So you’re finally awake?” Eric smirked. 

Valeria glared at him and sat in one of the other chairs. “Let’s just get this done, Who do you think is behind it?” 

Eric leaned back. “Someone got up on the wrong side of the coffin.” 

Valeria rolled her eyes. “Just because you want to act childish doesn’t mean I have to.” 

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.” Eric looked over at Pam. “Go get us some breakfast will you?” 

“Of course.” 

Once Pam was gone, Eric leaned forward a little. 

Valeria waited a second before speaking. “Well? Who do you think is behind it?” 

“Oh honey, I was serious yesterday when I said I wasn’t sharing with you.” Eric stood up. “That includes breakfast too, you’ll have to find your own.” 

Valeria stood up. “Fine, I will do your job for you without you.” When she got to the door she turned to face Eric again. “And just so we’re clear, I will be letting Queen Sophia know you were uncooperative.” 

Eric opened the door for her. “Go to a bar called Merlotte’s. There I helped.” 

She rolled her eyes. “Giving me one thing isn’t much better.” Valeria shoved past him. 

When she walked into Merlotte’s everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at her, she was used to that happening. She was wearing a red sleeveless dress with a black corset. She loved corsets, it didn’t matter if she wore a dress or pants she always styled her outfits with a corset, perhaps it was because when she was human corsets were a must for women. 

“Not another one.” A man from behind the bar shook his head and sighed. 

Valeria arched her brow. “Another one? Oh, you mean vampire. I would like you to know that yes I am a vampire however some humans dress and look like this.” 

“Look, we don't sell true blood.” the man set the pitcher he had in his hand down. 

 “Sam, come on.” A girl with blonde hair walked over, she turned and smiled at Valeria. “I'm Sookie, and we do sell true blood. Can I get you something?” 

“I don’t drink True Blood, I’m here on business.” Valeria headed to the bar, sitting right in front of Sam and smiling. “Although if you’d like to offer yourself…” 

“No.” Sam glared at her. 

“Suit yourself, although I can make it a very… pleasurable experience.” Valeria winked at him. 

“Business? Are you looking for Bill?” Sookie interrupted. 

Valeria gave Sookie a side-eye. “Do you mean Bill Compton?” 

“Yeah, what other Bill would there be?” Sookie laughed. 

“A lot of people are named... Know what, forget it.” she shook her head. “I can’t believe he lives here and Eric didn’t tell me.” Bill Compton was a vampire she loathed more than Eric, and that was because of everything Eric had done to her. 

“He should be here any minute, I’m sorry Eric didn’t tell you.” Sookie beamed. 

“I gotta get out of here.”

“Valeria?” Bill’s voice came from behind her right as she stood up. 

She turned to face him. “Bill.” 

“What brings you here?” 

“Oh she has business, I assumed with you,” Sookie said before kissing him and walking off. 

Valeria rolled her eyes. “It’s not with you, I’m looking for a human or humans.” 

“At least I'm not the only one that doesn’t like him,” Sam smirked as he walked off. 

“That’s not allowed here.” 

“Not like that you idiot, there have been some incidents lately that need to be taken care of.” 

“I believe Eric is the sheriff of this area, shouldn’t he be taking care of it?” Bill crossed his arms. 

“He was supposed to, but he didn’t get it done in a timely manner so now you get little ole me.” 

“Let me help, the sooner you get the job done the sooner you can leave.” Bill glances at Sookie.

Valeria smirked “If you’re worried about me killing your little plaything like you did mine, I won’t. At least not at this time.” 

“I’ve changed since then, and I want you to know how truly sorry I am for any pain I have caused you in the past.” 

“Funny how one apologizes when they have something to lose, but like I said I'm here for a job and a job only.” Valeria noticed two men fidgeting at a table from the corner of her eye. 

“Well if there is anything I can do to help let me know.” 

Valeria looked over at the men and then back to Bill. “Actually Bill, do you have Eric’s number?” 

“You don’t?” Bill pulled out his phone. “I do have it though.” 

“I don’t like to have numbers of people I don’t talk to.” Valeria shrugged. “Call him and tell him to come to Merlotte’s.” She patted his shoulder. “I’m going to go chat with someone.” She walked over and pulled a chair up to the end of the table the men sat at. 

“Hiya boys.” She gave them a malicious grin. 

“We aren’t fang bangers lady.” One of the men spoke, the other laughed. 

“All I said was hi, but on that topic. You may not be a fang banger but do you know anything about humans taking blood from vampires?” 

“Nope nu uh that is disgusting, almost as disgusting as banging a fanger.” the one that spoke before answered again, while the other started fidgeting under the table again. 

She laid one arm completely on the table, resting her elbow of the other arm on the table next and placing her head between her finger and thumb. “You see, I know Mr. Compton may have everyone feeling safe with his all ‘vampires are nice’ attitude, but let me tell you, not all of us are nice, for instance, I have a bit of a temper you can ask Bill yourself, and I just really hate being lied to.” She grinned “Now let’s try my question again, and I want you to really think about it as if your loved ones' lives depend on it because it does.” 

The man who had been silent scoffed. “Jokes on you, we don’t have anyone.” 

“You think that will stop me? Maybe just maybe I’ll turn you into vampires like me and watch you hate yourself until you finally come to terms, then I’ll wait and watch, and when you find someone you love and can’t live without I will take them from you, force you to watch as I slowly torture them first, because I can wait patiently to get the perfect revenge.” 

“Surely there’s a better way to get the information out of them?” Bill spoke from beside her. 

“Yeah, listen to Mr Compton.”  both men nodded. 

She looked over at the one that had been doing most of the talking. “What is your name? And his?” she nodded towards the other. 

“I’m Isaac and that’s Bobby.” 

She stood up. “Thanks, I enjoy knowing the names of my victims.” She turned and looked at Bill. “Did you call him?” 

“He’s on his way. What are you going to do with them?” 

“That’s my business,” Valeria smirked. 

Bill sighed. “I just really don't think you should..” 

Valeria held up her hand to stop him. “What I do is really none of your concern, seeing as you are not the Sheriff of this area and you are not the Queen nor are you that other guy I don’t like.” 

“Are there any guys you do like?” Bill scoffed. 

“Godric, He is the sweetest guy to ever walk this planet. Although whom I like is not any of your business.” 

“What are you gonna do to us?” Isaac spoke. 

“Torture you until I get the information I want.” 

Bobby gulped. “Okay it was us, but it was Seth’s idea he’s the one that wanted fast money.” 

“And where is this Seth?” 

Isaac glared at Bobby before answering. “We haven’t seen him today.” 

Valeria looked at Bobby. “Is that true?” 

“He’s headed to a known vampire house for the next one.” Bobby’s voice was shaky. 

“Dude!” Isaac kicked him under the table. 

“I have a club to run, this better be good,” Eric spoke as he entered the bar. 

Before she could respond Isaac tried to make a run for it, she grabbed his arm and broke it before tossing him towards Eric and grabbing Bobby. “I found two of three, I did your job in one night.” 

“Hey! Take it somewhere else, this is a family-friendly place!” Sam came out from the back when Isaac screamed in pain. 

Valeria gave a small smile and waved to Sam. “Don’t worry we’re leaving, but if you’d like my number before I go?” 

“No, just leave.” Sam rolled his eyes. 

“Really? Him? You’re going to flirt with him?” Eric looked at her in disbelief as he grabbed Isaac.

Valeria shrugged. “What of it? He’s cute, unlike you.” she walked past him, pulling Bobby along with her. “Now you’re gonna show me where this vampire house is.” 

Bobby nodded. “Okay okay, just don't hurt me.” 

She tossed Bobby in her car and then looked at Eric. “Follow behind me, in case I need assistance with Seth.” 

“Seth?” Eric spoke as he tossed Isaac in the trunk of his car. 

“The third guy, he’s currently getting their next vampire,” Valeria replied as she got in her car. “Just follow me and try not to get in the way too much.” 

“Okay, Bobby. I need you to text or call Seth whichever you would normally do. Tell him you need him to come outside, say you and Isaac are on the way because a vampire went into Merlotte’s and was asking questions.” Valeria looked over at him. 

Bobby nodded and pulled out his phone, his hands shaking. “Are you going to kill us?” 

“I’m not, but a different vampire most likely will.” Valeria shrugged. “We don’t take too kindly to our blood being stolen.” 

“But don’t you do the same thing to humans?” 

“I personally don’t, yes I don’t drink that True Blood stuff but I always get consent from the human I feed on.” Valeria looked at him for a moment. “Consent is everything.” 

“So if we had the vampire’s consent it would be okay?” 

“No, I mean if it was up to me then yes but no because it’s not up to me.” 

“That's contradicting.” Bobby scoffed. “Ok, Seth will be outside.” 

“I agree. It is very contradicting.” She parked the car a few feet away from the house. 

Eric was already standing beside the car when she opened the door and got out. “Stay here, make sure Bobby doesn’t try to run.”

Eric grabbed her arm. “You had me follow you, to babysit a human?” 

“Yeah, because I thought maybe just maybe even you couldn’t fuck that job up.” she dug her nails into his arm as she removed his hand from her. “Now be a good boy and stay.” 

She heard him growl as she walked away. Valeria went around the back, making sure to be quiet. She could hear Seth’s heart racing. When she got him in her sight he was pacing back in forth, a large cooler in his hand. “Come on, Bobby.” It was a mere whisper but she could tell he was freaking out. 

“Bobby, can’t make it but he sends his regards.” Seth jumped when Valeria spoke. 

“W-who are you?” Seth froze, his hand clenching onto the cooler.

“It’s funny, you can take blood from a vampire yet you can’t stand in front of one without being a scared little boy.” Valeria chuckled. “Let me guess, you find a way to weaken them first? With the help of Bobby and Isaac. And once the vampire is weak, they hang out at the bar to keep an ear out while you collect the blood.” 

“S-something like that.” Seth gulped. 

She walked closer causing Seth to back up, she grabbed his arms and smirked. “You can’t outrun me.” she licked her fangs. “What? You gonna pee your pants like a scared little boy? If so, you are not riding in my car.” 

“If I say I will, does that mean you will let me go?” Seth looked at her.

“Nice try, I didn’t come alone.” She winked and dragged him to her car. Eric was leaning against her door, arms crossed. 

When Eric saw her he looked at Seth, the cooler then back at her. “Is the vampire okay?” 

“I don’t fucking know, I had Bobby make sure Seth was outside then I brought him to the car before he could run, put him in your car and I will go check.” 

Eric stood straight up. “No, you can put him in the car and babysit the humans and I will go check on the vampire.” 

“I swear, Eric I wi-”

“He’s dead.” Seth spoke. 

“Excuse me?” Eric was inches from Seth. 

“T-the vampire, he’s dead.” Seth lifted the cooler. “This is the last of his blood.” 

“Well,” Valeria pushed Seth to Eric. “Looks like we can just go back to Fangtasia.” 

“Why does he have to ride with me?” Eric grabbed Seth’s arm. 

Valeria smirked as she opened her car door. “Because if he pisses himself it will be in your car not mine.” 

Eric clenched his fist, walked to the trunk of her car, opened it and tossed Seth in, slamming it shut. 

“Eric! You get him out.” 

Eric ignored her and got back in his own car. Valeria growled but followed behind him.  

When they got back to Fangtasia she looked at Bobby. “I suggest you just willingly go in, if I have to chase you we will have problems.” 

“I won't run.” Bobby sighed. 

“Good, now you can get out and go straight inside.” She unlocked the car. Once she saw Bobby enter the club she opened her trunk and grabbed Seth. “Let’s go.” 

She followed behind Eric as he headed in and down to the basement. Bobby had followed behind Eric and in front of Valeria. 

Once they had them chained up Eric turned and faced her. “There, now you can leave.” 

She nodded. “I can, however I think I want to play a little before I do. What time is Longshadow coming in?”

“Why?” 

“Because he is who I want to play with.” She shrugged. 

“I think you should just go, Longshadow has to tend to the bar. He doesn’t have time to entertain you.” Eric smiled

“If I didn’t know any better I would swear you were jealous.” she patted his chest. “It’s okay, I won't take up too much of his time.” She headed back up. 

When Longshadow stepped into the club she was beside him. “Hello.” 

“You’re still here?” He looked at her as he walked to the bar. 

“Yeah but now I can play, the job is done.” She leaned on the bar.

Longshadow smirked. “I’m busy.”

“The club isn’t even open yet, we have time.” 

Eric walked over, “Why don’t you just take no for an answer and leave.” 

She turned to face him, “Fine, I’ll leave.” 

“Good.” 

The second she turned to leave, Eric pulled her back, turning her to face him and kissing her. She shoved him away. “What the hell!” 

“I miss you, what I did was a mistake.” 

“Yeah a mistake you can’t apologize for with a kiss.” 

Eric sighed “I promised you forever.”

She nodded, “Yeah, well.” she stepped back from him. “Sometimes, forever just doesn’t last that long.” 

“Come on Val, even you have to admit we make a great team and we both know we make an amazing couple.” 

She shook her head “it doesn’t matter, you threw me away like I was nothing and I’m not doing that again.” she kissed his cheek “have a good life Eric, goodbye.”

[bettyfrommars]

Death Becomes Us

Part 8: Warm Hands, Frozen Hearts

vampire!eddie x supernatural!reader

masterlist playlist

18+Only, werewolf!steve, allusions to smut, allusions to devious deeds, mention of addiction, mention of drinking blood, angst, waitress!erica, Bob Newby lives, Chief Hopper sighting, as well as another glimpse of vampire!max.

summary: you go on your "just friends" date with werewolf!steve, but meanwhile, Eddie makes a bold decision and things heat up between the two of you. Jareth's interest in you grows stronger, as does his determination to find out exactly who/what you are as everything begins to come to a head.

word count: 4.8k

author's note: for the sake of this story, Jareth is meant to be a cross between Jamie Campbell Bower and Eric Northman from True Blood. As a little reminder, The Upside Down exists in this story, but not the same way it does in ST. All of the ST characters in this do not know each other in the same way they do in the show. But, Steve and Robin are friends, because, well, always.

Fanger: derogatory slang for Vampire

Previous Chapter here

One week earlier

Steve was summoned to visit Sacrament in the Upside Down, and he should have gone with a few of his brothers in the pack but decided he didn't want company.  He snuck out there through the portal in the woods in his hulking wolf form at first, to sniff the place out, noting the high number of vampires and demobats circling overhead.  

He came back the next night in his truck, through the bridge, and was told to ask for Craven at the bar.

Craven sniffed the air and snarled when Steve walked up, and Steve returned the gesture, curling his top lip to show that he had sharp teeth too.  Werewolves were very strong—supernaturally so—but they were not immortal like vampires, and so it was always wise to operate around bloodsuckers with a measure of caution.

“I’m here to see Jareth,” Steve shouted over the synth music, squeezing in between two scantily clad human women.  

Steve was dressed like he’d just come from chopping wood in the mountains in a plaid button-down and jeans, and a wholesome curl of dark hair that bounced over his forehead.  Craven, on the other hand, was tattooed from neck to hands, wearing a wife beater that fit tight around his muscles and slicked back hair that was a bit greasy, but in a sexual way.  

“No one sees Jareth without an invitation,” Craven said smugly, throwing a rag over his shoulder to brace his hands in front of him.

Steve gave a wry smile.  “You think I’d come here just to shoot the breeze with you Fangers? He knows I’m coming.”

Craven clicked his tongue disapprovingly and went to grab the phone on the wall above the cash register, but in the blink of an eye, Jareth was already standing there, right next to Steve. He must have watched him come in on one of the cameras mounted on the ceiling. Steve moved back, out of surprise, but then he stepped forward again, meeting blonde, vampire Jareth eye to eye, letting him know he wasn’t afraid.

Steve really wasn’t afraid; his alpha ego was too big for that. Sure, he knew there was a chance that an older vampire might best him in the end, but he’d get the fight of his life.  

“Whatever he wants, it’s on the house,” Jareth told Craven, all while never taking his eyes off his guest.  

Steve declined a beverage and followed in Jareth’s wake through the sea of people moving to the music under the blue lighting.

Back in the simple black and cream decor of his office, Jareth found his firey assistant Maxine sitting behind his desk and he waved her out.  

“Oh? You didn’t tell me we were adopting a pound puppy,” she teased with a deadpan delivery, keeping a bored expression on her face.  

Steve knew they’d be taking cheap shots at him, he’d prepared himself for it.

“Get out, Maxine,” Jareth said impatiently.  “I need to have a word with our lycanthrope friend here.”

She obeyed, slinking out the door in her skin tight latex dress and platform heels, smacking her glossy lips in Steve’s face as she went.  

Jareth was in all black with a slim leather jacket on that looked like it had been tailored just for him.  He perched at the front of the desk, crossing his booted feet at the ankles, and folded his arms over his chest.

“Take a seat,” he told Steve.

Steve glanced down at the chair in front of Jareth.  “I’ll stand, thanks. What is this about?”

“You really don’t know why I’ve asked you here?” Jareth’s face looked like it was carved out of stone. “Do you need a hint?” 

For the first time, Steve broke eye contact.  “I don’t have any news about the girl.”

Jareth tilted his head back, so that he was looking down his nose at the visitor.  “You’ve been keeping an eye on her, like I asked?”

Steve gave a tight nod. 

The truth was that Steve hadn’t accidentally bumped into you at the bookstore that day two months ago; he knew where you would be and he’d sought you out.  His pack were in league with what some would consider “vampire royalty” and they made a lot of money doing jobs for them. 

At first, he started looking out for you because Jareth told him too.  But after around the third week, he realized he was protecting you because he cared about you.  He didn’t trust anyone from the pack to watch your trailer after dark, so he did it himself.  There were a few nights when he swore you’d looked out from your kitchen window and saw him: two red eyes glowing in his honey brown fur.  

“What’s your interest in her?” Steve chanced, knowing full well that Jareth would not answer it if he didn’t want to.  

“She says she’s human, but I don’t believe her,” Jareth raised an eyebrow.  “There’s something else going on with that one, and until I find out, I don’t want any harm to come to her.”

You weren’t human, Steve knew that from the first smell.  You were part human, part something else, as if your blood were filled with static from a television.  

“I asked you here because I need you to get closer to her, to see if you can find out anything more about her…condition.”

Steve didn’t like this anymore, he felt like he was being dishonest to you, and that one day you’d find out he was hired to watch you instead of being the avid science fiction lover he’d claimed to be.  Every time he interacted with you lately, he wanted to mention it, but he couldn’t figure a casual way to say, “hey, I’m being paid to watch you, I sleep in the woods outside your trailer a few nights a week, but I’m starting to have feelings, and was wondering if you were free for dinner?”

Steve pulled his shoulder’s back, puffing his chest out a bit.  “If you want to know more about what she is, why don’t you just ask her, man? What’s with all the cloak and dagger?”

Jareth pushed off the desk and walked over to look at a piece of abstract splatter art on the wall while he spoke, clasping his hands behind his back.  “My presence at her trailer park would certainly ring some alarms, I’m sure you are not so dense,” his tone was condescending but proper.  “I don’t want anyone, especially Munson, to know that I have any interest in her. Not yet, anyway.”

Since Steve had been watching you, he was also well aware of Eddie’s comings and goings. “Eddie hasn’t interacted with her in weeks, not that I’ve seen,” Steve told him.  “Appears like the two are avoiding each other.”

Jareth scoffed.  “I’m not particularly a fan of his, but when Edward has a job to do, he does it well,” he turned from the painting and went around the desk.  “My gut tells me that he has something up his sleeve, and my gut is never wrong.”

Steve let the information sink in.  “You don’t think Eddie would hurt her? He’s a car thief and a drug dealer, but not a killer.”

Jareth bent down to pretend to look at some paperwork, but then his eyes lifted to Steve and he smirked. “Is that what he told you?”

“We’ve never really talked but—”

“I’ve been doing my own investigating, but until I get some answers, just get close to her however you can, I want to accelerate this end game.”

“And what endgame is that?” Steve’s voice was low and commanding as he pushed the sleeves of his flannel up to reveal the generous muscles in his forearms.  He rested his back against the wall, not sure he wanted to know the answer. 

“The official endgame, Sir Harrington,” Jareth’s striking, ancient blue eyes gleamed.  “Is none of your business.”

—---

“Sorry about that,” you told Steve as you climbed into the cab of his truck. “I had no idea he was coming over.”  

You were apologizing for Eddie, of course, and the way he’d been giving Steve the death stare when he’d come to pick you up.  The snow was coming down harder now, in huge wet flakes the size of quarters, plopping like dissolving puffs of cotton onto the windshield of the truck.

“Was he bothering you?” Steve asked protectively, glaring at the door to Eddie’s trailer while you fumbled with your seatbelt.  

“No, he’s…he’s just a friend,” you said, trying to blink away the flashes of all of the sex dreams you had of him that were ricocheting through your head. 

After Eddie had stepped out of your trailer and shut the door, he’d stood on your porch for a minute, taking his time to light a cigarette before slowly making his way over to his place.  He made eye contact with Steve a few times through the windsheild, wondering if he should kill him.

The inside of Steve’s big old truck was warm, it smelled like winter wool and the yellow vanilla car freshener he had hanging from the radio knob.  The song Working Man by Rush played low from the speakers.  

You’d heard about the Werewolves of Hawkins from Bob and Argyle when a few of them came into the bar one night.  Apparently, they were very reclusive and only ventured to town in human form every so often.  

“Have you never seen a werewolf before?” Bob Newby, the owner of the bar you worked at, asked you with a tilt of his head and a curious smile.  “They’re all over the woods.  Beautiful creatures.”

He’d said it so casually, as if a man turning into a wolf and roaming around at night was the most normal thing in the world.  

“Are there no werewolves where you come from?” Argyle asked while he wiped down a bottle of tequila.  

You moved your eyes as if to think.  “Uh, nope, not that I know of anyway.  Hawkins is the only place I’ve ever heard of them ever existing before.  What’s next? Are you going to tell me that Faeries and Shapeshifters are real too?”

Bob and Argyle exchanged a knowing look.  Bob gave you a consolation pat on the back, “one day at a time there, missy.  Let’s give you a chance to get used to werewolves first, and then we can move on to the next.”

That night in the darkness of the movie theater with Steve, you turned to whisper in his ear.  “Can you change into a werewolf whenever you want, or only during a full moon?”

He chuckled, leaning in so that his cheek was on your head. He was so warm, you wondered if he had a fever.  “When you’re a pup, in the early days, the transformation happens at the most awkward times.  Once we get older and learn how to control our emotions, we can go through the change whenever we need to.”

“Like right now?” Your lips were close to his neck, breath tickling his skin, giving him goosebumps.  

The side of his mouth moved against your forehead. “Just say the word, darlin’.”

Your hands fumbled together a few times while reaching for popcorn at the same time, and a voice in your head said:

This is nice

Steve is nice

Steve was a good guy who probably thought you were a normal woman who’d led a fairly typical life, and you worried you were misleading him.  

There were a few times though, after the movie and on the ride back, when you felt like he wanted to tell you something, but then he would stop short.  He’d rub the back of his neck and start out with, “yeah, I’ve been meaning to talk to you,” but then he’d shake his head and jump to another topic.  

Steve cursed to himself at how bad he was fumbling the night, he felt like he was a goddamn teenager again. 

The only thing he knew for sure after that night was that he liked you a lot, and more than ever he needed to cut ties with Jareth. He’d been meaning to break free from the politics of the pack to become a Lone Wolf, and this felt like the perfect opportunity.  He was next in line to be Alpha, but it was a role that he had no interest in playing.  

Parked next to the hearse in front of your trailer again, the snow had stopped, but it was up to your ankles now, and you couldn’t help but notice the light in Eddie’s living room was on.  

“Here, wait, let me walk you,” Steve insisted.

“No, I’m good,” you were already on the ground, looking up at him across the seat.  “If Bela hears your voice too close to the house, she’ll just go nuts again.”

You'd told him about your new companion earlier, and he looked at you like you'd decided to take in a pet dragon.

“I’ll wait here until I know you got in okay.” Steve said softly, giving you a nod.  “Hey, are you doing anything tomorrow night?”

“I’m, well, I think–” you stammered.  Was Steve about to ask you on an actual date? “I might pick up a shift at Main Vein tomorrow night.”

“There’s going to be a reading at the bookstore, and I promised Robin I’d help string some lights and set up some chairs.  So, I’ll be in the neighborhood if you want to get something to eat or, whatever.  I’d really like to see you again.”

He said the last part in a rush, partially hoping you wouldn’t catch it.

The admission made your cheeks hot under his steady gaze.

You told him you’d stop by if you weren’t waitressing, and at your front door with the key in the lock, you turned to wave at him one more time over your shoulder before slipping inside to flip the deadlock behind you.  You closed your eyes and leaned against the door until you heard the rumble of his truck growl onto the main road, and then you flipped the lights on.  

“Mr. Wonderful couldn’t walk you to the door?” 

The voice made you jump and a scream caught in your throat.

Eddie was sitting on your couch, arms stretched out over the back of it, as if it were his trailer and he’d been expecting you.  

You let the shock of it subside, taking a long breath to slow your heart rate. 

You hung your bag on the hook by the door and started to shrug out of your coat.  “You know, when I invited you in, I didn’t mean break in whenever you felt like it.”

“I didn’t break in,” he lowered one arm and rested that hand between his legs. “I know where you hide your spare key.”

“It’s not funny, Eddie,” you threw your jacket on the recliner.  “I’d like you to leave now, please.”

“How was your date?” He bit out the last part.

“I’m not answering any of your questions,” you stopped in your tracks and looked around, suddenly alert.  “Where is Bela? I don’t hear her.  Eddie, if you did anything to her, I will —-”

“I would never hurt her,” he moved to stand up, and under his breath he added, “or you.”

“So?” You flapped your arms out, impatiently, blood pressure spiking.  “Where is she?”

Eddie came forward and put a finger to his lips, motioning for you to lower your voice.  He guided you down the hallway, ignoring your protests, until he arrived at your bedroom door and turned the knob, opening it slowly.

Bela was curled up on your bed in a blanket, breathing heavy like she’d just been dosed with a tranquilizer.  

“She broke out again while you were gone,” he whispered.  “Blew the bathroom door right off its hinges and came scratching at my door like maybe I had you.”

Your eyes went to the window across the room, seeing that there were boards hammered over it now, which was more of Eddie’s handiwork.

Feeling you softening at his side, Eddie pulled the door closed with a click.  You were having a hard time meeting his eyes.  You’d been so mad at him, so ready to scream and kick him out into the snow.

“She let you hold her?” You asked, noticing that you no longer had a bathroom door, Eddie must’ve taken it out to fix it.

“I'm charming, what can I say?” he shrugged.  “And I gave her some of my blood from a little eyedropper.”

“You what?” You spun on him, appalled.

“Don’t sound so horrified,” He put his hands on his hips once you reached the kitchen.  “They need vampire blood to calm their nervous system.  She’ll sleep like a baby now.”

In the book you were reading, the author did say that demobats who drank regular doses of vampire blood seemed to fare better than the others, but you’d decided to disregard that information as speculation.  

“In that case, I guess I should say thank you,” you opened the fridge and took out the Brita water filter and a glass from the cupboard.  

Eddie crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his thigh against the counter.  “Did that Steve guy try to make a move on you or what?”

You frowned at him.  “Listen, you don’t get to invade my space and bombard me with personal questions.  Why does it matter so much to you what we did?”

“I don’t trust him,” Eddie had his eyes trained on one spot in front of him, studying a patch of air while he worked his jaw.  

“If it’s any comfort, I don’t think he cares much for you, either.”

Eddie’s head spun to look at you.  “What did he say about me?”

“Nothing!” You clarified, raising the tone of your voice to match his. “He didn’t mention you at all, actually.  It’s just a feeling I got.”

You took a drink, and when you put the glass back down, Eddie moved in, bracketing your hips with his hands on the countertop, caging you there while he searched your eyes.  “Did he kiss you?”

You didn’t answer right away, and so he asked it again.

“Did he kiss you?”

The way his lips hovered there so close to yours made you swallow hard. The air between the    two of you crackled with electricity.  You waited for his eyes to go black, for his fangs to eject, for him to take your blood into his mouth like he had that night in the alley.  

“Would it bother you if he had?” There was an air of pleading in your tone that you had not intended to be there.

Please let it bother you.

Eddie slid his bottom lip through his teeth and leaned back, stepping away from you.  “I just think you should keep your distance from him, that’s all.  Werewolves are notoriously…” he trailed off as if searching for the right word. “...undisciplined.”

You wondered about Eddie’s discipline, how hard it was for him not to go the rest of the way and claim you just then.  To sink his teeth in and suck on that nectar of yours that he craved so deeply.  You could see the desire in his eyes, the way the brown irises melted into umber and his pupils expanded.  

You would not have stopped him, that was the final truth of it.

In that moment, you knew that if Eddie Munson wanted to kiss you, you would not put up a fight. 

You would not pull back and ask, “what are you doing?”

You would just know. 

“I changed the bulb in your porch light, by the way,” he added on his way to the door.  “Noticed it was out.”

You did not turn to watch him go, you kept your back to him.  “Thank you again for Bela and for boarding up the window.”

He mumbled something under his breath that made you look over your shoulder.  “What was that?”

He stopped in his tracks with his hand on the doorknob, hair long around the shoulder of his leather jacket.  “I said, you know where I am, if you ever need anything.”

Eddie stepped out onto your front porch and exhaled a shuddering, long-held breath.  He shut his eyes and rubbed the heels of his palms into them.  “Holy shit, Munson, you are such an idiot,” he scolded himself, feeling a sprinkle of snow again on his flesh.  

He took a step down and then paused, thinking he should go back in.

Thinking he should tell you…everything.

Maybe you would understand.

Maybe you’d lean into his kiss and pull him closer.

Maybe…

But then the shadow of uncertainty shrouded him and he kept going.

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You ended up covering for Argyle behind the bar the next night while he went to California for a week, and thankfully it was a slow shift because you were still figuring out what alcohol went in which drink.  But then a crowd of people on their way to the poetry reading at Robin’s came through, and two of them were vampires, so you had to get out the manual to remember which synthetic blood type to use in the various mixtures.

“Another whiskey with a beer back for the Chief,” Erica scooted up next to you and tapped your arm to get you to lean in closer to her.  “Do you think he’s waiting for someone?”

Jim Hopper was in a booth by himself in the dimly lit room, facing the door, and you had noticed that he seemed very interested in getting a good look at everyone who came in that evening. He still had his uniform on, since he was only recently off the clock, and he was tapping his knee and chewing on the side of his fingernail with some type of anticipation.

You knew that if you got closer, you’d be able to get a better read on his emotional state.

“I’ll take it to him,” you said to Erica, and then the two of you talked about the movie you went to with Steve because she hated it and said she was angry those were two hours of her life she could never get back.  “I can’t believe you let a werewolf take you on a date,” she squinted.  “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were looking for trouble.”

You moved around her with both of Jim’s drinks and winked.  “I’m the one who’s trouble.  They come looking for me.”

“Oh I believe that,” she quipped in your wake.

The closer you got to Jim, the more you could sense the yearning inside of him.  There was desperation with sadness around the edges, and the hint of a familiar sinister urge, much like you’d felt with the Klemps all those weeks ago.  

His eyes met yours only briefly when you set his drinks down, and then you asked if he wanted one menu or two.  

“Not tonight, thanks.  I’m waiting for someone, and then I need to split,” he nodded as he warmed the whiskey in his big hands and wiped a sheen of perspiration from his forehead.

Well, there was your answer.

You and Hopper both looked up when the door opened that time, and you were pleasantly surprised to see Steve standing there.  Shoulders broad in his plaid shirt and his luscious head of hair looking wild from the wind outside.  His face lit up when he saw you. 

“Hey stranger,” you walked over to him, beaming.  

Steve had been pacing out on the sidewalk between the bookstore and the bar for the past 15 minutes trying to decide if he should go in or not.  By the way you were smiling at him, he could tell he'd made the right decision.  

“Hey, you,” he gave a smirk and raked his big hand through his unruly hair a few times.  He glanced around at the 8 or 9 customers.  “Do you have a break soon?  Or can I bring you anything?”

“My shift is over in an hour,” you talked as you returned to your station, waving at Bob through the serving hatch.  Steve rested his elbow on the bar.  “I was thinking I’d make my way over to the bookstore if you’re still around.”

“Oh I think I’ll be around,” he assured, tapping his knuckles on the wood, not wanting to sound too eager.  Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Erica glaring at him.  She was not much of a fan of the supernatural.  

Right behind Steve, a strikingly beautiful woman with short black hair and red lips strolled in. She had a long leather coat that she pulled tightly around her as she walked, and she appeared to know exactly where she was going, strolling over with ancient grace  to Jim’s table.  He stood up to greet her, and then they hunched across the table toward each other as if they were telling secrets.  

You realized you were staring as you spotted a tiny vial of dark liquid in her palm just before she slid it across the way to him under a cupped hand.  

“I’ll come back when you’re finished,” Steve said a few other things, but your mind had not retained them.  “We can walk over together.”

“Sure,” you said absently.  The mysterious woman with Jim got up and left after only a minute or two. Jim downed the rest of his drink, left a tip, and exited out the back, putting his hat on as he went.  

A bit later, as you were changing out of your apron in the back room and counting your bills, you wondered where Eddie was and what he was doing.

It made you curse out loud, the persistent way your mind clung to him.

It was irrational and wholly unfair.  

You wanted him to pull up in the GTO and tell you to get in without any explanation of why or where you were going. 

The customers continued to wane, and Bob told you to skedaddle 20 minutes earlier than you’d expected, so you figured you’d get a head start and meet Steve half way. Erica flipped you off, playfully mocking the fact that you could go home before her.  You snuggled down into your winter coat and pushed through the employee door that led to the parking lot at the greeting of a gust of bitingly cold wind.  You stopped to pull your gloves out of your pockets and the door that could only be opened from the inside locked shut behind you.  

When you looked up, Jareth stepped out of the shadows and loomed there, blocking your path.  

“I’m afraid you'll have to come with me, love.”  

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Baby fangs

SUMMARY: Newly turned and without a maker to guide you, you run to the only vampire bar you know in the hopes that one of them would be able to help you. Things don’t go as planned.

PAIRING: Eric Northman x Reader

WORD COUNT: 5.1k (oops)

WARNINGS: Angst, fluff, mentions of draining vampires, murder, death, violence. A little bit of Sookie hate (sorry)

REQUEST: Eric comes home and finds you crying, he does his best to comfort you. + his scent calms you down.

NOTES: This is my first time writing for Eric, please be kind.

18+. Minors DNI

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

Being the sheriff of area five meant that Eric had to travel for a few days to meet with the sheriffs from the other areas on top of working every night at Fangtasia with Pam. He was a very busy man but that’s exactly how he liked it, although he wasn’t against a few days off especially since he met you. Normally his only down time was during the day while he rested but ever since he had met you, another vampire, he takes nights off to be able to spend time with you. Pam didn’t really understand why he’d want to do that instead of feeding on their customers, but she wasn’t really complaining. With Eric gone, it meant more ladies for her. She even found it refreshing to see her maker with someone other than the insufferable waitress, Bill’s human, Sookie Stackhouse. She never liked the woman and doesn’t think it will ever change. She understands the appeal for her blood, the fairy in her tasted fantastic, but her as a person? Hard pass.

She didn’t like you either, aside from Eric and herself she didn’t like anyone, but she tolerated having you around.

You used to be human, as all vampires once were, and got turned unexpectedly a few nights after the vampires had officially came out of the coffin. You weren’t really shocked to hear about the existence of vampires, truthfully it explained a lot, and you were certainly not joining the war against them. You thought they had as much a right to be around as anybody else. Hell, some of them had been around for hundreds of years. Who were you to say that they weren’t allowed to live a normal vampire life? You supported them and their rights from the get go.

One night as you were walking back to your apartment after working all day, you got attacked by a vampire whose only goal was to turn as many humans as possible, make them join the “right” side. He bit, drained and killed you only to leave you to fend for yourself afterwards.

Your family wasn’t as accepting of vampires as you were, they weren’t accepting at all, and so you knew that going home wasn’t an option. It didn’t matter that you came back to life, to them you were dead. Thankfully, who you become when you turn into a vampire is an amplified version of who you were as a human being and once you got a handle on your hunger you were able to rationalize your situation and you decided to head to Shreveport, Louisiana. You had heard through the grapevine that there was a vampire bar there that was thriving, that had been thriving for years undetected, maybe you could find help amongst them. Maybe you’d be able to find a charitable soul, an older vampire who would be willing to take you under his wing, no pun intended, and show you the ropes.

Little did you know that the vampires who ran Fangtasia, the vampire bar, were not the helpful kind. Eric barely gave you the time of day and Pam laughed in your face before walking away, talking to herself in a language you didn’t understand but you were sure that she wasn’t saying nice things about you. Only Chow Lin, the other owner of the bar, took some pity on you and offered you a job so that you could afford to buy a place and that way you’d be able to feed without having to hunt.

You hated to feed on humans. Never in your life had you done anything that would hurt somebody else. You were the sweet girl that always had something nice to say to everyone, always had the perfect words to make others feel better, you stood up for those who couldn’t stand up for themselves and now you were forced to hurt people to live. Life wasn’t fair.

In the beginning, you tried to keep to yourself as much as possible. You avoided Eric and Pam, if they forgot you were there then they couldn’t think about firing you and honestly they kind of scared you. You got into a simple routine of working all night, going home before the sun rose and sleeping all day before getting up to go back to work. You didn’t know anybody and you made no efforts to try to make friends. Friends were for the living.

Unfortunately for you, your bosses were two of the biggest troublemakers in Louisiana and trouble followed them everywhere. It wasn’t uncommon for other vampires to barge in before the doors were opened and after they were closed. Cleaning up was always difficult when the bosses were in town. Still, you kept to yourself and minded your business.

Until you just couldn’t.

Your discreet nature made it that people usually forgot that you were there or they didn’t notice you altogether, which often worked in your favor.

You had been left alone to clean up and finish the inventory for the night. You were keeping busy in the back room because you knew that Eric was alone in the main room and you didn’t feel like having him watch you. Well, he wasn’t technically alone as he had one of the customers stay with him so that he could feed on her. You were doing a pretty job of focusing on your task at hand instead of thinking about Eric feeding, until crashing noises and a long growl coming from your boss pulled you out of thoughts. You stopped what you were doing and hurried to the door to see what was going on. If your heart had been beating, it would have been pounding out of your chest from the scene in front of you. The girl who Eric had been feeding on was now accompanied by two men who had, somehow, managed to put a few silver chains on the vampire before he could stop them. You were still a baby vampire, as Chow liked to say, but you could recognize a draining kit from miles away and that is exactly what you saw the woman open next to Eric’s burning flesh.

You were mad at yourself for not having heard them coming in. You had enhanced hearing now, you should have heard those chains way before the men even walked into the bar.

You looked around, helpless, hoping for some kind of miracle that you weren’t alone in the bar but of course everybody had left over an hour ago. As you glanced around and thought of a plan, your eyes met Eric’s. You thought he would throw you under the bus so that he could be free, after all you were of no value to him whatsoever, but shockingly he discreetly motioned for you to leave.

You quietly backed up into the room and took off your bartending apron. You grabbed Chow’s wooden baseball bat instead and gripped it tightly, not enough to break it just enough to center yourself.

You couldn’t believe you were about to risk your life for a man that didn’t care about you, but you couldn’t just let them drain him. Your reflexes weren’t great, you were nowhere near as strong as Eric, Pam or Chow but you at least needed to try to do something. Hopefully the element of surprise would be helpful to your, not so, master plan.

You don’t know whether it was the fear of what might happen if you messed up or you finally embracing your vampire being, but you hit them all quick and hard enough for the three of them to be knocked out on the floor before they could alert each other of your presence.

Eric was laying on the ground, his flesh burning under the silver, and somehow found a way to smirk. “You’re improving, but I had the situation under control.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head as you walked over to him, kneeling next to him to carefully remove all the chains that were on him, burning yourself in the process.

He hissed loudly and his fangs propped out from the pain, and two minutes later it’s as if nothing had even happened, he was completely healed and getting up. “You should have left.” He told you, his tone of voice letting you know that he wasn’t happy, nor grateful, with your intervention.

“I couldn’t just let them drain you.” You shrugged, standing back up now that your hands were healed.

“I had the situation under control.”

“So you’ve said. It sure didn’t look that way from where I was standing.” You muttered to yourself, forgetting that he could hear you perfectly.

“I would have left you.” He said, matter-of-factly.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.” Your tone was harsh, you knew he was only telling the truth but it still stung a little to hear him say that.

“I’m not a good vampire.” He simply answered, as if it explained everything.

“I didn’t know there was such a thing.” You looked away from his deep blue stare, feeling as if he could look right into your soul. If you still had one, you weren’t clear on that.

“You’re a good vampire.” His smirk was back, until the woman on the floor groaned as she began to stir awake.

You were surprised by the compliment, though you weren’t able to comment on it before Eric was fangs deep into the girl’s carotid. Deciding that you had done more than enough for the night, you left Eric to his own idea of revenge and to clean up his own mess for once.

After that night Eric became… curious. He wanted to know more about you. Maybe it was because you hadn’t hesitated to stay and help him when he had clearly given you an out or maybe it was because, unlike most vampires, you didn’t seek his attention. Nevertheless, he grew curious about you. Every night as he sat on his precious throne to overlook the crowd, he couldn’t help but study you from a distance while you worked behind the bar. He hadn’t noticed how dedicated and focused you were while you worked before, it’s definitely a quality he appreciated. He was a hard working man himself, after all.

Pam noticed her maker’s new found interest almost right away and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes every time she caught him staring at you. She comforted herself with the thought that at least you weren’t that damn Sookie Stackhouse. At least you weren’t human.

After a few weeks of him “creeping” from afar, Pam’s words, he decided that he had enough and he started to greet you every time your paths crossed. Which was often since he had memorized your work routine so that he could bump into you as often as possible.

“Good night, baby.” He called after you just as you were getting ready to leave for the day.

You had stopped in your tracks, arching your brow as you turned around. “Excuse me? I’m not your baby.”

He chuckled, then smiled. “I never said anything about you being mine. Although I wouldn’t say no to that. I was calling you baby, because you’re a baby vamp. That’s all.”

“Oh.” If you had still been human you’re sure your cheeks would have heated up from embarrassment. You decided to ignore his odd flirting as you apologized. “I’m sorry. Good night.” You didn’t give him time to add anything else as you left quickly to avoid another awkward moment with your boss and sheriff.

He kept using the pet name every time he talked to you, though you had a feeling it had nothing to do with the fact that you were a new vampire, he simply used that as an excuse. You tried to resist his charm but it was hard when someone as gorgeous as him smiled at you in the most charming way each time your eyes met.

Eric would only admit it if he was being silvered, but he had grown fond of you. You were so very different from all the vampires he had met in his lifetime, hundreds of years of meeting vampires and he had never come across one that was as kind and good hearted as you. It should have disgusted him but for some odd reason it did the opposite.

One of the rules at Fangtasia was that vampires weren’t allowed to glamor anyone to feed. It was more than a rule actually, it was the law for all vampire/human establishments and if the owners didn’t enforce the law and got caught they would get shut down. Pam, Chow and Eric all had worked too hard to lose their bar over something so stupid so they always made sure that it was respected.

You had caught vampires more than once as they tried to get away with it and so far none of them had been a problem. Once they got caught they simply stopped and moved on. It was a part of your job to keep an eye on the human customers to make sure they were safe, you had been human yourself not so long ago so it was very easy for you to read their emotions and facial expressions. You could tell just from their body language whether you needed to intervene or not.

A few weeks after the silver incident, that’s what you were calling it in your head, you were a little more alert than you had been before and though sometimes you felt like you were trying too hard to find a problem with some of the customers, there was one vampire that had all of your attention. Something didn’t feel right with him, he was trying too hard to seem nice and sweet. His whole vibe was off and it made you keep a closer eye on him. It took less than an hour for you to catch him trying to glamor some poor man sitting down at the bar. You didn’t hesitate before grabbing a cocktail menu and slamming it as hard as you could on the bar top to break both their trances.

“Anyone fancy a drink?” You offered as innocently as you could.

As soon as they broke eye contact, the human left running while the vampire glared at you. “Stupid bitch.” He hissed at you through clenched teeth.

“Excuse you?!” You crossed your arms over your chest, glaring back at him.

“Stupid bi-“ He started to repeat, louder this time, before he got his face slammed nose first on the countertop.

“Watch your fucking mouth before I rip your fangs out.” Eric growled as he held the vampire’s head down. “This is my bar and you will respect my rules, and my staff.” He pressed down until he heard the distinct sound of his nose breaking. “I don’t hear you agreeing.” He said with a low, threatening voice.

You were shocked. You had never seen Eric this angry, not even when he got attacked by drainers. You had to admit that you were glad he got involved because you had a feeling the vampire was not the kind to let things go, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he had jumped over the bar to fight you.

The vampire nodded as best as he could with his face pressed up like it was, and only then did Eric let him go. Your boss was taller than anyone you had ever seen in your life, vampire or not, it was easy for him to be intimidating.

Chow did his part by kicking him out of the bar and you did yours by wiping the blood off from the counter.

“Thank you.” You said quietly to Eric as you wiped, you didn’t have to speak louder, you knew he’d heard you.

He simply nodded once to let you know he had indeed heard you before going back to his seat in the middle of the room. Once he was seated again, everything went back to normal and everyone danced and drank like nothing ever happened.

You only saw Eric again after the bar had closed down and you were cleaning everything up to go home before dusk. He walked by you on his way out, only stopping to warn you to be careful.

“Be aware of your surroundings on your way home. Vampires aren’t known for their good tempers.” Then he turned his eyes to Chow. “Are you good here? I have something to do.”

Chow nodded, signaling that he had everything under control and in the blink of an eye, Eric was gone. Unknowingly leaving you terrified to go home. You might be an enhanced individual now, but you were very young and it would be easy for any older vampire to overpower you in any kind of situation.

You did as you were told, staying hyper aware of your surroundings on your way home. You felt so much anxiety that you almost felt human again. Weak and vulnerable to the creatures that lurk in the dark, as if you weren’t one of them. You were relieved once you got to your apartment building, until you got to your apartment door.

The lock had been forced and the door kicked in. You would have been furious if you weren’t so scared.

You closed your eyes for a millisecond, just to give yourself enough courage and then you walked in. Your fangs were out and fists were closed at your sides, ready to defend yourself against anyone, or anything, that had broken into your home.

You jumped out of your skin when the lights turned on and you found Eric sitting at your kitchen table with an amused smirk on his lips.

“What the hell?” You ask, annoyed with your boss as you finally allowed yourself to relax.

“I like to be dramatic.” He shrugged. “Put those baby fangs away, you’re going to hurt yourself.”

You glared at him but did as he told you anyway. “Did you need to kick in my door?”

“I did, actually. Now that you’re getting into fights with other vampires I wanted to see if you could protect yourself. Clearly you can’t.” He shook his head disapprovingly. “Ordinary locks on your door that wouldn’t even keep a human out, not a single weapon in the apartment. You’re barely protecting yourself from sunlight.” He jerked a thumb to the closet behind him. “Your windows have cardboards and a flimsy sheet on them, and you sleep in a closet.”

You were beyond embarrassed as Eric listed all the things you were doing wrong, you couldn’t help but get defensive. “Well we don’t all have a fortune, not everyone can afford a coffin and light tight houses.” You crossed your arms defensively over your chest, frowning harder and harder with every word.

Eric rose to his feet and took a few steps toward you, until he was close enough to grab your chin between his index finger and his thumb to make you look up at him. “Put the claws away, sweetheart. Where is your maker? Why aren’t they taking care of you?”

You shrugged as you looked up into his eyes. “I don’t know.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Simply that I don’t know who my maker is, or where they are.”

Eric swore under his breath and let go of your chin. “Go grab your things, you’re coming with me until we find you somewhere better.”

You tried to tell him no, to explain that you’re fine on your own but as soon as you opened your mouth to speak Eric glared at you until you closed your mouth and did exactly as you were told.

Though his house was beautiful, what really impressed you is how secure it was for vampires. You had a pretty good idea of how protected it would be, Eric wasn’t born yesterday after all, but you never could have imagined that.

All rooms could turn light tight with the push of a single button, his front door was heavier than a car; making it impossible to just kick it in, but most importantly the rooms were underground. You didn’t need a coffin when you were six feet under, protected by tons of cement and no windows to let the sun in. For the first time since you were turned, you’d be able to sleep in a bed. A real bed.

By the time you got to his home, it was time to hide for the day until it was safe for you to go back upstairs.

As soon as the sun disappeared for the night, Eric woke you up and asked you about your maker again. You told him what you remembered from the night you were turned; you got attacked on your way home from work and whoever did it turned you and left you to fend for yourself.

Eric was furious. New vampires need their makers, it was just plain cruel to leave a new vampire to their own devices.

From that moment on, he promised to take you under his wing and teach you everything you needed to know.

You weren’t sure why he was helping you, but you weren’t about to question it. It felt good to have someone to talk to, to have someone take care of you.

Eric only grew more protective over you as time went by. It took only a few months for him to fall in love with you. He had never meant someone like you before, especially not vampires. Most people become darker versions of themselves once they turn, but not you. You still had a good heart and you were as kind as anyone could ever ask for. You amazed him, he was completely wrapped around your finger and you didn’t even know it. It drove him crazy.

Pam knew of Eric’s feelings for you, of course. He couldn’t hide anything from her, even if he tried to. She was annoyed that he had fallen for yet another good girl, but at least you she could tolerate; unlike that Stackhouse girl. She didn’t get involved, kept her mouth shut; not by choice but because she had been commanded to by Eric. He was working so hard to show you that he could be good, that he could be worthy of you, he didn’t need Pam ruining all of his efforts with one of her sly comments.

When Eric finally asked you out on a date, you honestly thought he was joking. You laughed, hard. You were 100% sure that he was teasing you, he had been flirting with you on most days but you took it with a grain of salt. That’s just who Eric was, a charmer. The vulnerable look in his eyes stopped you dead in your tracks and you suddenly felt like a horrible person for laughing so hard.

“I’d love to.” You said before you gave yourself a moment to really think about it.

Vampires couldn’t really go out to eat at a restaurant, so instead Eric gave you the night off from the bar and took you for a walk outside. You had been spending a lot of time together since he broke into your apartment, he had been teaching you everything you needed to know about being a vampire; taking a walk together wasn’t the least bit uncomfortable as you had plenty of things to talk about. One thing you loved about your friendship with the blonde viking is that there was never a dull moment or a lull in the conversation.

That was the first of many successful dates.

You were the first person Eric took on a date in all his years of living and being undead. He usually only seduced whoever he was fancying at the time, got them down and dirty and then moved along to the next person that would pique his curiosity.

You were different, he couldn’t explain to you why but he felt like he needed to treat you right. You were the queen to the king that he never really got a chance to be.

It didn’t take long before everyone knew you were his and that whoever would be crazy enough to lay a finger on you would be done, but not before suffering for hours and even days. He wanted to make sure that whenever he had to leave town for his sheriff duties, no one would try to mess with you.

He usually never left for longer than a few days at a time, but 6 months after you started dating he had to leave for a full 3 weeks. Which was the longest you had to go without seeing each other since the day you walked into Fangtasia. You weren’t feeling too good about it, not because you didn’t trust Eric or you feared something might happen to him; though the thought always stayed at the back of your head because it was still a possibility. With all of his trips out of town, you had come to the conclusion that without Eric by your side you were truly, and terrifyingly so, alone. The longest you two had been apart was 5 days, and once the one week mark passed on his latest work trip the feeling of loneliness truly settled.

You could call him, he had said over and over that you could but you didn’t. He’s incredibly busy on these trips and you never want him to waste time on you. Though, he’d definitely be mad if he heard you talk this way about yourself.

Your mood got worse with every day that passed, and things took a darker turn a week before Eric was planning to come home.

He could feel your mood getting worse, he had drunk some of your blood right before leaving so that he could know that you were ok. You had so much sadness in your heart that it broke his. All he wanted to do was come home and hold you but he couldn’t, and it was killing him.

When there was only a week left of his trip, he could tell that something was wrong with you. It went beyond just being sad or lonely; you were hurt. He couldn’t ignore it anymore. He simply faked a vampire emergency back home and left as quickly as he could. He tried to call you several times but you never picked up the phone, and of course no one answered at Fangtasia either. To say he was in a foul mood would have been the understatement of the year.

His instincts told him to go straight home, so that’s what he did. He barely even took the time to lock the door behind himself or drop his bags on the floor before he started looking for you. It wasn’t hard really, he just had to listen. The water was running, which meant you were in the shower upstairs.

It took him only a few seconds before he was in the bathroom and taking his clothes and shoes off to join you.

You were sitting on the shower floor, crying quietly as the water washed away your bloody tears down the drain. Your back was against the wall and you were holding your knees to your chest, trying to make yourself as tiny as possible. Almost as if you were trying to disappear.

Eric sat next to you and took you in his arms in record times, sitting you down on his lap as he sat back against the wall. “Lover, what’s wrong?” He frowned as he looked you over, trying to find any hint as to why you were so miserable.

“Nothing.” You sniffled and hid your face in his neck. “It’s stupid.” You mumbled against his skin.

“Tell me.” He kissed your forehead and made you look back up to him. “Who do I need to kill for making my sweet love cry?”

You shook your head. “It was just a really bad day.” You sighed and looked down at his collarbone, you couldn’t tell him what happened while looking in his eyes. “Sookie and Bill came at the bar, they made some stupid comment that the only reason you’re even interested in me is because they are together, otherwise you’d be all over Sookie.” You bit your lower lip before continuing. “And I told Pam and she said that it was probably true. It reminded me that without you I’m just alone.” Your tears were falling more rapidly, covering the white floor in red. “I went to go see my family, because I missed them and I was hoping they would be happy to see me.” You sobbed quietly. “They weren’t. They hate me. They said that their daughter died and that I am just a monster that looks like her.”

Eric was so incredibly angry. Why was anyone going out of their way to hurt you? You were so incredibly kind and nice to everyone, you didn’t deserve to feel badly about yourself. He moved his head down until your eyes met and he smiled at you. “Sookie, Bill and Pam don’t know what the fuck they are talking about. Do you know the last time I was living with a girlfriend? There isn’t a last time because you are the first person I moved in with and my first girlfriend. And the last. I don’t even like the word girlfriend. You are so much more than that ridiculous name. You are my love. I don’t care about Sookie Stackhouse.” He rolled his eyes. “I don’t have friends either, as I’m sure you could tell.” He smiled playfully at you. “I have you.”

“And Pam.” You reminded him, quietly as your tears started to slow down.

“Pam is my progeny, our bond is different. I hate seeing you like this, I wish I could take your pain away.” He sighed as he saw the hurt in your eyes. “If it’s any consolation, you have me. I’m not going anywhere. I have been on this earth for hundreds of years and I plan on sticking around for a few hundreds more. I am yours, and yours only.”

“You promise?” You whispered.

“I promise, lover.” He whispered back before pressing his lips to yours in a loving kiss. He was being even more loving and attentive than usual, feeling you needed it more than ever. “Are you mine?” He asked with a smirk, as you hid your face into his neck again because of the devilish look in his eyes. His confidence always intimidated you, especially while you’re naked and vulnerable in his arms.

“Yes.” You answered before breathing in his scent, and your body relaxed as soon as you did.

“Promise?” He kissed your temple, bringing you closer to his chest.

“Promise.”

Maybe having only Eric in your life wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

[first-edition]

MATERIAL LIST

Smut 🥰

Fluff☁️

Angst ❤️‍🩹

BREAKING SEASONS

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2❤️‍🩹

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6☁️

CHAPTER 7🥰

CHAPTER 8❤️‍🩹☁️

CHAPTER 9❤️‍🩹

CHAPTER 10❤️‍🩹

CHAPTER 11☁️❤️‍🩹

CHAPTER 12🥰❤️‍🩹

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Fox and the Hound

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5🥰

Chapter6

Chapter 7🥰

Chapter 8☁️

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

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2022 Smut-mas 🥰🥰🥰

Day 1 (spencer reid) CAR CLEAN-UP

Day 2 (bucky barnes) Ride or Die

Day 3 (matt Murdock) Jesus “Freak”

Day 4 (bucky barnes) Angel Baby

Day 5 (geralt of rivia) Daughter of Kaer Morhen

Day 6 (eric northman) Hot Water

Day 7 (Duncan vizla) Frost Bitten

Day 8 (aemond Targaryen) Turning Green

Day 9 (matt Murdock) Office Hours

Day 10 (spencer reid) Friction

Day 11(bucky/winter soldier) Malfunction

Day 12(Hellboy) Get Comfy

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 2023 Smutmas 🥰

THE LIST

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Men

Sebastian stan

Bar nights☁️

Big hugs☁️

Henry cavil

Cardio🥰

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Barbarian

Fire Light🥰

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Hemlock Grove

Roman Godfrey

Beauty☁️🥰

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House of the dragon

Aemond

Not Yours❤️‍🩹

Lost Birth❤️‍🩹☁️

King❤️‍🩹

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MARVEL

Bucky Barnes

Numbing Feeling ❤️‍🩹

Numbing Feeling pt 2 ❤️‍🩹☁️

Champagne Sheets 🥰

What a time ❤️‍🩹☁️

Dance Steps☁️

I love you’s☁️❤️‍🩹

Sunday🥰

Your time 🥰❤️‍🩹

RUST☁️

Secret santa☁️

Memorize You🥰❤️‍🩹

Pool “party”❤️‍🩹☁️

Black Card☁️

ICE☁️

Lyrics pt1❤️‍🩹

Letter pt2❤️‍🩹

Love pt3🥰

Sunset❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

Made For? ❤️‍🩹☁️

Sunday Love pt1 ☁️

Sunday Love pt2☁️🥰

Daredevil

Matt Murdock

Morning madness🥰

Sinner🥰

Moon knight

Steven/Marc

Mirage❤️‍🩹

TOP SHOTS 🥰

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Hick

Eddie kreezer

Shots misfired

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Outsiders

Dallas Winston

Better you 🥰☁️

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Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Spencer x reader Drabble ☁️

Sad Drabble thought ❤️‍🩹

Standing tall☁️

Standing tall pt 2 🥰

Physical pain❤️‍🩹☁️

Hard on Top🥰

“I didn’t have any plans.” ☁️

Home for Chirstmas🥰

You Again🥰☁️

Stop❤️‍🩹

Burnt breakfast ☁️

One Night You🥰☁️

Aaron Hotchner

Wonderful Life☁️🥰

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Witcher

 Geralt of rivia

 A Flowers Petal🥰☁️

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Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove

Firework Confession ☁️

Attention🥰

Cadillacs🥰

Twilight

Jasper hale

Sleep sounds🥰

Thunder Storms🥰

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Hannibal

Hannibal

Idea spout❤️‍🩹

Final breath❤️‍🩹

Important Night🥰

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Polar

Duncan vizla

Drabble ☁️❤️‍🩹

Hug☁️

[dez78]

Multi-Fanfiction Blog

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My name is Dez, I write in a lot of fandoms. Including video games, movies, and tv shows. Healthily into vampires and elves. (Not really though, I'm obsessed.)

This blog is poly safe and LGBTQ safe.

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I usually write for female characters, unless you guys want to request otherwise, I don't want to exclude anyone. See down below at the lists of dos and don’ts for me and my writing! 

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Requests are open and welcome, ask away.

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What I will write: 

 Smut

Fluff

Hurt to comfort

Light Bondage

Angst

I'm also open to writing for your ocs if you wish.

I will write about my ocs as well.

Dom and Sub

Character Redemption or Character Condemnation

AU

Tame Kinks

What I won’t write: 

I won’t write about hard core slapping during intimate scenes (Only booty taps)

Being called slut or whore, or partners being disrespectful to each other (unless it’s during an argument and they don’t mean it later) 

Nothing with an excessive amount of spit, and hard-core bdsm. 

Won’t write about incest, unless it’s for the Game of Thrones franchise.

Nothing derogatory or abusive (Unless it's for a specific setting)

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RULES FOR MY PAGE: No destructive criticism, no negative comments, if you don’t like my writing then don’t read it, please (Constructive Criticism is welcomed)

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Fandoms and Characters I will write for: 

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Baldur’s Gate 3: 

Astarion

Shadowheart

Gale

Durge

Tav

Ocs

Star Wars (Clone Wars)

Fives

Rex

Wolffe

Anakin 

Obi-Wan

Plo Koon 

Hondo

Ahsoka

Jango Fett

Boba Fett

Ocs

Fallout 4: 

Hancock

Nick Valentine

Nate 

Nora

Danse

Piper

Mara (R4)

Heather 

Ellen

Yekvad Company (My OCs)

Ocs

Skyrim: 

Rumarin

Vilkas

Harkon

Roggi Knot-Beard

Ondolemar

Inigo

Lucien

Serana

Dragonborn

Caryalind

Taliesin 

Ocs

True Blood: 

Eric Northman 

Sookie Stackhouse 

Jason Stackhouse 

Jessica Hamby

Ocs

Witcher (Netflix and Witcher 3): 

Geralt 

Yennefer

Jaskier

Ciri

Ocs

LOTR: 

Legolas

Aragorn 

Thranduil 

Kili

Ocs

GOT: 

The Hound (Sandor Clegane)

Jon Snow 

Jaime Lannister

Ocs

[papermccn]

I'm mobile, but here is my hidden valentines event starter and plotting call!! Imma limit it 3 request per mun pls, and a limit of 4 per muse so I don't cry. Anyways i hope this isn't too bad- but I'm FAR behind oops ♡♡

Elena Gilbert - going with elijah mikaleson- will be trying to get into this man's suit.. and will be drinking her aunt has no humanity on and is spooking her let her live. 0/4

Eric Northman- going with faye chamberlain- going to judge this event- clearly his club could do it better.- will be woofing and acting a fool for his wife- or fiance ?? Whatever he's committed. 0/4

Homura Akemi- going with madoka kaname! Homura; after the maze deserves a break.. and to have fun and dance with her ?? Girlfriend, she doesn't know what they are but knows madoka looks stunning - and she has butterflies. Bonus points if u get her tipsy it'd be funny. 0/4

jinx - going with stu macher! Not a shock- will probably be wreaking havoc and enjoying what the place has to offer.. im always down for jinx angst if anyone's offering :)) 0/4

nami - going with sanji!! Will be scoping the place out for some thievery - maybe don't tell sanji but come on it'll be a great investment !! Also low-key probably gonna be keeping an eye on the rest of the straw hats- they're idiots but she cares for them. 0/4

richard gecko - going with aerith! She's gorgeous he wants to eat his girlfriend up- will be enjoying his time with her. But also richie can use every and any plot please PLEASEE PLEASEEE lmk what u wanna do let's!! 0/4

Tifa lockhart- blind date with cassie ! Will be trying to have a good time- looking gorgeous while doing so. Why not get tifa tipsy it'd be fun! 0/4

lip gallagher,- going with rikki.. let's be real these kind of parties aren't really his thing- he's trying to live a life of sobriety so no drinks for him or I'll throw hands >:[ jk jk but he's trying to have a good time - even if he feels out of place. Let's make some friends!! 0/4

mabel pines,- in need of a date if any one wants to plot that! She's a sweetheart who will start a drinking game and lose and be plastered - come on it'll be fun.. imagine drunken kisses and waking up like what happened ?? 0/4

martha hatter - sunshine baby- in need of a date again if you wanna try anything lmk!! A true hopeless romantic will dance with your muse and make sure they're safe ! 0/4

nezuko kamado,- going with evie ! Her first masquerade party I can feel she's gonna be nervous, but will have fun or try to!! 0/4

harriet hufflepuff, - going with lily ! Eyes only on her girlfriend and she doesn't really do parties so they'll be ?? Awkward but lily does bring the best out of them who knows. 0/4

amber freeman , - going with Tara! A party girl at heart is gonna love this! Will try to be on her best behavior she doesn't wanna lose her gf buuut it's such a great opportunity for some stabby stab.. but alas she'll be good or try. 0/4

misa amane ,- in need of a date is a gothic baddie - will probably feel like she's making aly jealous but lbr KSLSLS she isn't but give this girl a time to let loose !! 0/4

marceline - in need of a date. A vampire Rockstar, a baddie, Will make this the funnest date ever 0/4

elaine st john, - going with henri.. going to be reserved - unless she gets hungry.. plenty of options u know - what's a little blood break. 0/4

harley quinn, -unsure of her date status! Pure chaos as usual- will be getting wasted and messing around. 0/4

edward elric,- went with ling as pals no homo! He's gonna stick out like a sore thumb - the coat stays on >:[ ur lucky he put on a suit.. it 100 percent ill fitted and is too baggy on his legs, but sh; he will be a grump. He doesn't want to be here.. but alas he's here and no short jokes unless u wanna lose ur knee caps.. or ur ankles 0/4

knives chau, - in need of a date.. legit give her a fun and pure time. 0/4

princess peach- in need of a date.. will be having fun! 0/4

Yor forger - going with shanks! Dressed like a goddess- kind of nervous but once she drinks.. it's signing up for disaster - will probably break some things on accident because she doesn't know her own strength. 0/4

Himi , - in need of a date.. a legit fiery sunshine - give her a nice date night ! 0/4

tabitha haworthe ,- in need of a date ! Will be fun! Ur muse will learn horror movie facts! 0/4

azula, -in need of a date is horribly jealous that Cindy has a date that isn't her.. but wont admit it might accidentally light a curtain aflame.. idk it'll be fun 0/4

isabelle, - needs a date- my baby girl is so cute needed a break from work.. maybe get her tipsy 0/4

draculaura , - needs a date... a vegan vampire who's the sweetest I swear she'll make a great date!! Tho she might catch feelings a little fast- shes a hopeless romantic like that. 0/4

Samantha giddings,- blind date with Zola!! Going to feel ridiculous she even did a blind date but will make the most of it!! 0/4

beth greene - blind date with Melissa! Pure pure angel- I don't think she's ever been to a dance before- deserves a wonderful time 0/4

Calcifer- going with drizella! U can't miss them he's in a red suit- will have a lit time.. punns idk 0/4

Carmy'- going with Sydney! Thankfully so he doesn't do fancy parties - he's stressed- count how many smoke breaks he's take.. u already lost count - will be confused on why he thinks sydney looks gorgeous but like all his emotions that shall be bottled up. 0/4

[bouncehousedemons]

From Her to Eternity

Rating: M Pairing: Eric Northman x female character (second person, no use of y/n) Warnings: Blood and violence, angst, eventual fluff Word count: 900

Summary: Eric makes you feel a lot of things. Fear is a new one though.

Read the full fic here.

[leftingbadly]

both. | godric of gaul, eric northman

A spin-off piece from Between Blood and Barren Homes where you, Eric, and Godric explore your new, developing relationship.

Pairing: Godric/Eric Northman x OFC/You

Rating: 18+

-;

There are so many ways this could have started. 

With a kiss?

With a push?

Maybe with anger, yes. Definitely with anger. But it was the sort of anger frustration was made out of, the sort desperation reeks of. You know?

Maybe Eric started it first. Oh, Eric started it first

One day when you’re in your room, and you’d come back from swimming, or you’d gotten out of the shower and the entire room reeked of you– your body wash, your hair oils and shampoo, your body lotion. God, Eric steps one foot into the hallway outside of your bedroom door and he can smell how sweet you are. He can hear you on your bed, taking care of your hair, he’s so attuned to you in that moment that he can hear the very strands of it moving

And he comes to you, because God, how could he not?

It hadn’t been like this at first.

He had hated you at first, as he did all things. But now…

He had told himself over the past weeks that you were just a means to an end, whatever it took to keep his Maker alive, whatever it took to see that Godric didn’t meet the sun– he paid your price, he kept you safe, he did it all

And in doing so, he fell in love with the woman that you are

And oh, the woman that you are

So he comes into your room under false pretences, and he tells you it’s dangerous tonight, because there had been a meeting held, and foreign vampires were in the area. And he looks at you as he says this, in his black tank top, and his cheeks are flushed and you can tell, you can tell, that he’d just fed. Because there was that look in his eye that he always got, a man satisfied, a man sated, a man ready to suck the blood out of the world– and he was staring at you 

“What?” The woman asked. Her legs crossed, a bathrobe wrapped tightly around her body. She had become accustomed to this, being so vulnerable around the place now. In a home full of vampires it wasn’t hard to be reminded that you were at the mercy of their wills. 

“What?” Eric’s voice taut, snapping, despite the kindness he had been predicting all these weeks. He was on the verge of something he couldn’t name. A foreign wind blowing him off an unknown cliff. Towards you, towards you, towards you

“Despite me giving most of my attention to your Maker, as per your request, Eric, I can still tell when things are off with other vampires too. You know?”

His feet bring him forward towards you, as though your words are a lasso around his neck. Step, step, step– and there he was standing before you. Your neck craned up, up, up– fuck, how tall was this man?

“What do you see?”

There were those words again, 

Often, often, often would you have heard it from Godric’s mouth

“Tell me what you see.”

It meant: tell me there is more to me than the monster I had made

It meant: tell me that you do see more man in me than that

It meant: Tell me you know that I will not hurt you 

“What do you want me to see?” The woman asked. She was careful. She knew the dance. Unlike with Godric, one could not so easily tell Eric Northman he too wore his emotions in his eyes. That same glint, that same wound. 

Eric remained quiet as he stared at you. His eyes fixed on the small bump of skin on your neck. You were right there, your throat was right there, but he couldn’t. 

He swallowed hard and he stepped back.

“You’re taking care of Godric.”

But it meant: I see the way my Maker looks at you 

It meant: I see the way you look at him 

Because despite the man he was, oh, the man he was, Eric Northman would not feed or kiss or fuck the woman his Maker held so closely to him

But why…

Why was she staring up at him like that?

Why was she standing up?

Please, please don’t stand up

Fuck, she was walking towards him.

And why did her hand have to feel so soft? And why did the ghost of a heart thrum in his chest where she touched it? Fuck, fuck, fuck–

“You look like you could use some care too, in your long life.”

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“I want to taste her.” Eric’s request was simple, and you damn near died when Godric pulled himself away. And the woman’s eyes followed his, as it looked away from her to his progeny behind her head, and she could do nothing but grind and whimper as Eric stuck his tongue into his Maker’s mouth, stealing the blood Godric had taken from you.

[faescythe]

Stay With Me Pt 1

Chapter 1: Found Again

The beginning

Since the first time my eyes laid on him, I knew he was mine. 

 I have always believed that the most beautiful trait of life is its ability to change over time. He was never able to see its beauty while he was by my side. He was angry and rightfully so. The world was cruel to him. The living was cruel and so was the dead. 

I held on to the hope that with time he would heal. That I could help him. I wanted nothing more than to take his pain away, but I knew that in the end, I could not heal him. I could not shield him from the horrors of the world. I tried to show him the good, but he could not see what I could. 

In the end, he left me and the bond we shared closed. 

The pain I felt upon his departure was unlike anything I had previously endured. The pain of abandonment was not something new to me. Deep down I knew that he wouldn’t stay forever. He was not happy. All I ever wanted was his happiness. 

I refused to let myself look for him. I wanted to run around the globe searching for my missing progeny. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. I wanted to destroy everything around me and make the world feel my pain.  

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 

The present

For the first time In over a thousand years, I felt it. The bond that ties me to him awakened slightly. It was only the smallest sliver, but I could feel it clearly. The pain, self-loathing, disgust, and regret he feels are overwhelming.

 He probably isn’t even aware I could feel him. The emotions are too strong to stay hidden. I have to go to him. 

Over the years I have amassed a great amount of wealth. Many knew my name and the power I possess. It was not difficult to book a flight to Texas on such short notice. 

I have kept tabs on my progeny since his departure all those years ago. Even if he did not want my help, I could not find it in myself to leave him completely. 

My flight could not end quickly enough. Because I am traveling from overseas it would take a lot longer than I would prefer to make it to my destination. I decided to spend the majority of my time on the long flight inside my travel coffin. Although it was not daytime at the beginning of the flight, I wanted to avoid as many social interactions as possible. 

As soon as the plane landed I could smell the distinctly Texan air wafting through my coffin’s walls. This is where my childe has made his home. I have not been this close to him since he left. I could feel his closeness through the bond. I wonder if he could feel my proximity or if his emotions have numbed his ability to feel that the bond was opened. 

As soon as I was able, I left my travel coffin and made my way to the car waiting for me. The black 1970 Plymouth Cuda was a favorite of mine. I was never one to be invested in vehicles, but this one caught my eye back in the 70s. 

I quickly climbed into the passenger side of the car and closed the door. 

Now my search for my long lost progeny can truly begin.

[sofreddie]

Hi! I'm glad you want to write for new fandoms. 🥰 For your requests. Eric Northman from True Blood. I just love the sexy Viking Vampire. The story is up to you.

Jealous?

Characters: Eric Northman x F!Reader, Pam

Warnings: Angst, Violence

WC: 394

A/N: I do love my sexy Viking vampire. Here's me, giving it a go!

Y/N walked from the bar to the small stage situated at the far end of the room. Carrying a True Blood, she approached the handsome blonde currently sitting on his throne surveying the empty Fangtasia nightclub in silent contemplation. With a tight smile, she roughly slammed the bottle on his side table before heading back to the bar, some of the contents splashing out.

Eric smirked lightly, his eyes locked on Y/N as he lifted the bottle to his lips. Her fiery passion was one of the many things that he enjoyed about her. With a wince, he spat out the drink. Eyes narrowed, he was at the bar and at Y/N’s side in an instant. 

“It’s cold,” he complained as he crowded her space, forcing her to crane her neck to look up at the tall vampire.

“Maybe you could get Sookie to warm it up with her thighs,” she snarked back, meeting his gaze with a smirk.

“Someone’s jealous,” he teased, amused by her demeanor.

“More like disappointed,” she pointed out. “You’re a thousand-year-old Viking,” she emphasized, “Pining over some pathetic girl who doesn’t even want you.”

In an instant, he had her bent backward over the bartop, a hand squeezing tight around her throat.

“What did you say?”

“Y-you heard me,” she forced out, her throat constricted harshly in his grasp. 

“Eric,” Pam, his companion, and progeny interjected with a hint of boredom. 

With a scowl, he released Y/N, watching intently as she stood up and rubbed at her throat. 

“She doesn’t deserve you,” Y/N added meekly, before removing herself to the back under the guise of prepping the bar.

Pam sighed as Eric continued staring into the space Y/N had occupied. “That girl has been loyal and honest and by your side, since you hired her,” she defended. “Which, can I point out, was because you were interested and before you met Sookie.”

“I know,” he admitted in a sigh, glancing at Pam before returning to his seat. He had deflated, the momentary anger gone. Though he was still sour over what had happened, it wasn’t really what made him so upset.

“Then what’s the problem?” Pam asked, standing before him with her hands on her hips. Eric looked away, unwilling to meet her eyes and speaking in hushed tones, “I don’t deserve her.”

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Parlor Tricks

Summary: When Elisabeth escapes back to Dallas, she's running toward her memories of Godric, hoping that the combination of her visions and being home will bring her comfort she hasn't felt since Godric met the sun. Eric wonders if a little distance might be best for his human charge, at least for now. 

Characters: Eric Northman, & Elisabeth Northman (OC)

Request (from anon): Elisabeth Northman -- Angst #33 “I thought it would help, but I just feel empty.”

Content Warnings: angst, grief, Eric being a bit of an asshole (but he thinks it’s for a good cause).

Here’s the AO3 link if you prefer to read over there.

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It seemed like ages ago, when she left Shreveport for Dallas in search of a temporary reprieve. Elisabeth felt she had lived an entire life between then and now even though only twelve hours had passed. Half of a day. No time at all in the grand scheme of things, but in those twelve hours she’d endured miles of walking through Shreveport and a journey on the 8:25 am Greyhound to Dallas followed by more walking until she finally made it home. 

Elisabeth was certain she had experienced every emotion and sensation on the spectrum along the way. They'd all been fleeting—temporary, but she didn’t feel any of it any longer—not the fear or the pain or the hunger. Not the hot Dallas sun that was burning her sensitive skin still. She couldn’t even reach for the anger that had brought her here in the first place, the terrible, all-consuming, unbearable ire and loathing that had her up with the sun and gone from Fangtasia before much of the human world was fully awake. 

She waited just seconds after Eric and Pam were tucked away in their coffins before running. It had taken everything in her to wait that long, blinded as she was by the swell of emotions in her, but Elisabeth had needed to be smart. She had known that much. Eric and Pam would have stopped her if she tried to leave any earlier. 

Stupid. 

Pathetically sentimental. 

Not safe.

That’s what she imagined Eric would say about her impromptu trip across state lines.

For someone who treated Elisabeth like a thoroughly loathed chore, Eric afforded spectacular attention to the girl’s safety. And for a person concerned so greatly with her safety, he certainly threatened her with more harm by way of maintaining compliance than one would expect. She could only imagine what his response would be to this. Maybe he'd finally follow through on one of his threats.

The day’s journey was the most traveling Elisabeth had ever done on her own, the most independence she'd ever executed, and Eric was probably going to kill her for it. Or maybe someone else would get to her first. Either way, Elisabeth couldn’t quite muster enough energy to care. 

Let Eric kill her. Let him do whatever he wanted. Elisabeth couldn’t imagine any punishment or any restriction he imposed could be worse than what she was already feeling. 

In the depths of her pain, nothing else mattered. 

Nothing else compared. 

And no one else understood.

Only one person ever had understood her, or even tried. 

And now he was gone.

Elisabeth knew Eric was pained by Godric’s absence as she was, but Eric was getting by. He was pushing through. Elisabeth longed to do the same. Though she said she didn’t care for Eric and though he had become a sort of keeper more than any sort of caregiver, she had tried to emulate the way he handled their collective loss. She tried to allow time to heal the hurt. She tried to occupy herself with the lessons Eric had arranged for her and the comings and goings at Fangtasia, at least the limited ongoings Eric allowed her to know of. She tried to move on with her new life, but over and over again, Elisabeth found that she couldn’t, the distractions were short-lived. 

The only thing actually helping her get by was escaping into her visions. She’d taken to settling Godric there in her mind, sat beside her in one of the places they’d visited in Sweden or, as was more common these days, at their home in Dallas. She’d talk with him for hours, just as they always had in real life, the visions reminiscent of their daily check-ins before he had decided to meet the sun.  

Godric and Elisabeth always used to sit out on the back patio after the sun went down. Elisabeth would catch him up on the short time in her life he’d missed while still sleeping, often little more than a few hours he’d missed, and then they’d talk about nothing and everything before going their separate ways for much of the rest of the evening—Godric to his duties as sheriff and Elisabeth to her tutors and her studies. It had been close to a daily ritual and they only veered off course on the days labeled as special in some way, the days where they didn’t have duties to call them to task. On those days, they could instead simply exist. They could talk and pass time in one another’s company without needing to set a schedule for it.

But Elisabeth had a new life now. She had a new daily routine set by Eric’s rules, similar to her previous life and glaringly different at the same time. She still had her tutors and studies. She still maintained a sleep schedule opposite of most in her species. But it wasn’t the same. Eric wasn’t expelling any effort to sit her down and ask after her wellbeing. They didn’t settle out by the backdoor after sundown, looking out at the Fangtasia parking lot as they chatted, but Elisabeth had very quickly tried to convince herself that she didn’t need Eric to care. She didn’t even want him to. 

Elisabeth told herself she didn't need Eric to care. She had Godric, still. She still saw him daily—sometimes more. She conjured him up whenever the whim struck her now. When she was lonely or afraid or angry or confused or simply bored, she called Godric to her, seeking his guidance, his comfort, or his mere presence. She found herself lost in the visions more frequently than she was in tune with what was happening in the world around her, almost as if she wanted the visions to be real and her existence in the real world just a dream—temporary like a nightmare.

It still wasn’t enough though. The projections were never good enough or long enough or real enough. The visions didn’t give her enough of Godric. The comfort this version of him offered was nothing more than the echoes of the things he’d said to her at one time or another over the years, a reincarnation of her mind that could never be as good as the original. 

But Elisabeth needed it. She needed him. She needed to hear his real voice, to feel his embrace, his guiding hand on her shoulder. She needed to be in a place that had actually known his presence, his life, his light. She imagined that would help. She imagined it would make him stronger, more real. And she wasn’t going to let Eric stop her from having that. 

She wouldn’t let Eric keep her from their home, from Godric. 

The place that had once been her home was now no more than charred remains, but Elisabeth hadn’t even seen what was really there. A projection of her own design had been firmly in place by the time she arrived—the gate at the front rebuilt, the glass walls well-intact, the garden beautifully maintained. She’d comforted by the idea of their home being intact, unaltered. She'd been comforted by the idea of love once again filling their home. 

Elisabeth's mind hadn’t questioned it, so desperate was her mind to forget the bombing and Godric's death. So desperate Elisabeth was to believe it was real. And she almost did. She’d gotten good enough with her powers now that it could be believable, but seeing her old home in all its former glory still wasn’t enough.

The Godric of her imagination wasn’t enough either. There was still something missing, some spark that nestled in her heart and reminded her it wasn’t real, reminded her he was gone. Godric was gone and Elisabeth was just holding onto the past rather than living in the present. 

As the sun fell behind the horizon, a chill crept into Elisabeth’s sunburned skin and for the first time in hours, her projection flickered revealing the somber truth of her surroundings. She could finally see what was left of Godric’s compound—nothing but rubble and ashes. There was no Godric. There was no love—just a silly, pathetic little girl who had traveled state lines by herself. Just an idiot who had fled from the only person who at least had a sliver of interest in keeping her alive.

Elisabeth put her head in her hands as the world continued to grow dark around her. She didn’t look up when she heard the whoosh of air signaling Eric’s arrival. She didn’t think she’d need to, convinced that if he had any interest in eye contact, Eric would make it happen of his own accord. 

She waited for his opening line. She imagined some sarcastic words or some sort of threat meant to inspire her quick compliance, but Eric stayed silent. Elisabeth pulled her head up to look at him, to make sure the silence belonged to him even though she could sense it was him from somewhere deep within her. Even without looking, she had known. It was almost as if the tether formed by his blood worked both ways now. She could feel him too. His presence was something she could sense, something she just knew. 

Eric was in front of her when she pulled her eyes to his, looking not at her, but at the desiccated lot surrounding them. He gently kicked a piece of rubble, sending it skittering across the ground before he met Elisabeth's eye. 

So much had happened in the brief period since Godric left them. Eric hadn’t ever wanted anything to do with the girl. He hadn’t been interested in caregiving or possessing the girl to start with, but he certainly hadn’t anticipated it being so difficult. He hadn’t anticipated the sheer effort it would involve, protecting a human that seemed not to want to be protected, so careless with herself, and for what? To sit in a yard of rubble and memories? 

Eric remembered when they first met. Elisabeth had been so desperate to stay in Dallas then. She had fought him on going to Shreveport. She had wanted to be with Isabel, the only family she knew that was left in the world. She had fought him on nearly every decision since then and Eric couldn't help but wonder if maybe leaving her with Isabel would be for the best. Maybe with all that was going on, they both would be better off with some distance. He didn't have to explain his decision to her, but they'd settled into a familiar schema around these types of things and it was habit—nearly comforting by now. Eric would make a declaration. Elisabeth would fight him. Eric would offer an explanation, something practical and sarcastic—oozing with condescending indifference or thinly veiled frustration. 

Eric had a handful of reasons already cataloged in his mind to explain the decision to leave her, but most of them were more thoughtful and kind than he wished for her to know. They wouldn't do, so he settled on the most neutral one within his reach—consequently, the most familiar as well—to half-heartedly explain himself.

“I don’t have time for this,” Eric said. His words weren’t angry, just tired. Elisabeth hadn't noticed the nuance. And she only half-listened to his words, anyway. She had made it abundantly clear that she did not care about inconveniencing Eric and that stance was no different now. In truth, Elisabeth didn't care much about anyone other than herself—with all of the grief, it felt as though she didn’t have room for anything else. Even the fear she held for Eric and Pam was shrinking, somehow less powerful than the resonating pain and guilt she still held over Godric’s death, over the aching loss she felt in her life. She supposed that was what got her here, to Texas, well outside of the limits Eric had set for her. The pain of loss weighed on her soul was far heavier than whatever fear she held of Eric.

And she didn’t care if he was mad.

She didn't care what he did to her.

Surely nothing could be so bad as…

“You don’t listen," Eric continued. "You’re going to get yourself killed and—”

“Why do you care?” 

Eric stared at her, some part of him surprised to find her gaze set right back on him. Unwavering. The question wasn’t rhetorical, he could tell she wanted an answer. A whole range of reasons came to Eric's mind, revealing different pieces of him, of his heart.

Because Godric requested it—ordered it.

Because your pain and my pain are the same.

Because…

“You’re a promising tool to possess, remember?” Eric said, watching the change in Elisabeth's features, watching her harden against him to cover the hurt she felt from his words. Eric hoped that would keep her from trying to return to Bon Temps after he left her. He hoped it would keep her far away from where people were disappearing. He hoped the anger would keep her safe. “Overpriced, a pain in the ass, but maybe someday you’ll be capable of more than useless parlor tricks...if you get yourself killed, we’ll never know though. Will we?” 

“Terribly wasteful of you,” Eric continued, knowing in his mind that he believed those particular words to be genuinely truthful. He didn’t wish to tease out what he really meant and he was grateful Elisabeth didn’t ask, but he couldn't deny that he believed it deep in his soul, or whatever was left of it.

Elisabeth’s loss would be a waste—to him, to the world.

Elisabeth turned from Eric. She looked back at what remained of the house as she steeled her features. She could remember meeting him for the first time, there in the living room. She remembered the way Stan had introduced her using some of the same words and phrases Eric had just repeated. 

A promising tool to possess. 

Overpriced. 

Useless parlor tricks. 

Only ‘pain in the ass’ was Eric’s own vernacular, his own preferred phrase to describe her, but somehow all of the words landed differently when issued from his lips. Somehow, it had come out gentle and kind. even if he hadn't meant for it to land that way. 

Elisabeth had grown used to Eric’s words—he seemed to have a sarcastic, stinging comment for everything, and part of her longed for it now. She longed for him to say something that would enrage her because being filled with rage would be better than the overwhelming realization that there was nothing here for her any longer—no home, no Godric, no love. The anger would at least stop her from feeling empty and alone. Maybe it would stop her from missing all of it so much, but even as the thought crossed her mind, Elisabeth knew it wasn’t true. She couldn’t stop missing her old life. She’d never stop missing Godric. And Eric would never stop reminding her of him. It was Godric who had brought them together and now Elisabeth couldn’t be in Eric’s presence without her mind reminding her of that fact, of everything they’d lost. 

"This was dangerous,” Eric finally said into the quiet that had settled between them. “Careless.” His voice was still gentle. He wasn't angry and Elisabeth couldn’t find it within herself to be angry either. “What were you thinking?”

“I don’t know,” Elisabeth admitted. “I...I thought it would help…" She looked down at her hands. They were the conduit. She still needed physical contact in order to transmit the visions. She needed to touch another person’s skin or to ball her own hands into tightly clenched fists. She refrained from doing so now though the draw was tempting. “But I just feel empty. He—” 

“He isn't here,” Eric said, his words the very same as Elisabeth intended to say if only she’d been able to get them out. Eric’s words came out in the same tone, the same resonating pain Elisabeth felt in her own heart. 

“He’s gone and he’s not coming back.” 

Eric stared ahead at the ruins of their father’s home and then up at the light-polluted sky further convinced that this was what Elisabeth wanted—to be in Texas, to be with Isabel. Maybe that would be for the best, Eric thought once again. 

Maybe with Isabel, the girl would stay put. Maybe she’d stop fighting. At the very least, she’d be out of the way while Eric focused on finding Bill. She’d be free from the business with the King of Mississippi. She'd be safe.

Eric held a hand down to Elisabeth, intending to pull her up from the dust and dirt, but she shook her head. Elisabeth pulled her knees to her chest and hid her face in her hands. Eric sighed, placing his hand on the top of her head instead. 

Elisabeth didn’t pull away. She wasn't entirely sure what the gesture was meant to communicate, but she remained still, savoring the bit of connection. Eric squatted down after a moment, shifting his hand to tip Elisabeth’s face up to him. 

“You’ll stay here with Isabel,” he said, searching Elisabeth’s eyes for some type of response. He’d expected to see relief flow through her, but he didn’t find it. 

Elisabeth’s only response was to wipe away the tears on her cheeks. Eric took the opportunity to catch her hand and he pulled Elisabeth to her feet. He didn’t mention the fleeting vision he saw when she squeezed his palm, leveraging the hold as she straightened her legs. He didn't mention it, but he saw everything—the intact house, exactly as it was when Eric first came to Dallas...

Eric didn’t say anything, but Elisabeth saw the way his eyes lingered. She closed her eyes, knowing he’d spotted her version of Godric—smiling and patient, eyes full of kindness as he waited in one of the imagined patio chairs. 

“C’mon,” Eric said, turning her and giving her shoulder a gentle shove in the direction of the street. “We’ll find Isabel and—”

“It’s only temporary, right?” 

Eric couldn’t be sure what exactly Elisabeth meant. It could've been a hundred different things—the feeling of emptiness, the visions, the pain...her impromptu stay with Isabel in Dallas. Eric supposed it didn’t matter. He hoped for her sake and for his that all of those things would be short-lived. They all stirred something in him, some part of him uncomfortable with knowing the girl was in pain, her impending absence weighing on him in ways he hadn’t anticipated until Elisabeth voiced the question.

Eric could have offered her comfort. Eric could've just said yes. To Eric, years seemed like minutes and everything was temporary. That was how it was when you lived long enough, when your future stretched on for an eternity, but Eric knew time wasn’t the same for the girl who had yet to reach her third decade of life. It felt like a lie to answer that way. It felt needlessly cruel.

Eric could have tried to put words to what he knew of life and loss and pain, but the closeness forming between them was already feeling too strong. Her anger with him was wavering. He didn’t know how long he’d need her to remain in Isabel’s care, but however long it was be better for Eric to remain distant. There was no need for Elisabeth to believe he was capable of compassion now. It was better for her to remember his brutality, better for her to think he was needlessly cruel. Better for her to not know the purpose. 

“Why? You going to miss me?” Eric snorted as he looked down at her, his features shifting to mirror the pitiful look on Elisabeth's face.

Elisabeth gulped, remaining quiet as she contemplated the truth, part of her afraid of it—afraid of the fact that she would miss Eric.

Eric chuckled at her silence, a familiar sarcastic condescension forced into his tone as he spoke. "I suppose if you do, you can just conjure me up, too. Another of your useless little parlor tricks." 

Since Eric had arrived, the wave of hurt that had started to abate, but Elisabeth felt the swell of pain once again at Eric's words, the hurt accompanied by embarrassment and anger and...though she wanted them, Elisabeth found she couldn't quite reach the feelings of hate. Hating him would make it easier. It would make the pain she felt at his hurtful words subside more quickly. It would make their impending time apart more of a welcome reprieve, but Elisabeth found she couldn't manage it. As she met Eric's eye, she felt the wave of hurt and anger and embarrassment fall away, too, some part of Elisabeth suddenly convinced that Eric's words weren't genuine.

They were forced.

They were nothing more than a useless parlor trick.

They were meant to deceive and distract.

But Elisabeth wasn't fooled. She knew they were also meant to protect though she wasn't sure which one of them the facade was protecting—Eric or Elisabeth? She hadn't considered it could be both. 

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Rules: list five things you never get tired of writing. It can be tropes, themes, characters, phrases, whatever brings you joy. Then tag five people!

thank you so so much @seidenbros have i told you how much i appreciate you today? cause i do ✨🌸

enemies to lovers: i fucking love love love this trope! the angst?! oh my oh my 🔥 i am so in love with my boys - spike, damon salvatore, eric northman?! *faints* i’m sure that there’s a few that i missed. nothing sexier than doing something naughty 😏 i have yet to write something for miss tumblrs in this trope but god damn i better hop to it cause it’s my fav

best friends to lovers: i feel like this is also naughty! the angst leading up whether or not you should tell your best friend? how risky the decision is because you could lose them as your closest friend and your hopeful lover? and then when you do tell them and they feel the same? 🗡️ stab me in the heart, the tension is too much to bare!

hurt&comfort: god, this is so so so for me. when you grow up in a family that expects you to take care of everyone (siblings and adults), all you want is comfort and someone to take care of you. love love love writing this. it’s like healing my inner child 💖

smut: who could ever get tired of of this?! i’m really trying to expand my writing here. i’ve been so in love with the details in @seidenbros, @hotxcheeto, and @munsonquinns posts. they inspire me so much rn. (always tag your inspirations). my favorite posts are when the author’s say something along the lines of “is this smut or porn?” 🫣😁🤤

supernatural themes: i am all about that supernatural fantasy and not necessarily just the show! i’m a big fan of anything and everything supernatural! vampire, werewolves, witches, oh my! my favorite is zombies, god damn i love fucking zombies. one of my many goals in life is to write a zombie apocalypse novel. i fucking ✨love✨ zombies (and my queen ellie and my king glenn).

no pressure tags: @theoreticslut @ghosttownwherenoonegoes @indouloureux @hellfirebabes  @mentalpolaroids✨💛✨

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Eric Northman Masterlist

Goodbyes - Word Count: 4210 Pairings: Past Eric Northman x OFC Warnings: Angst, Kidnapping, .Violence, mentions of blood.