#eric northman drabble

[5sospenguinqueen]

Y/N: Eric’s hot.

Sookie: He’s dangerous.

Y/N: That just makes him hotter.

[rori-is-writing]

Hers

A True Blood Drabble Series.

Drabble | Teen | Canon | Eric x Sookie | 185 words ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ Summary: A series of True Blood drabbles, mostly focusing on Eric and Sookie. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ Tags: N/A

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She had been a simple curiosity at first. 

Sookie Stackhouse, the innocent little waitress with a sassy streak a mile wide. An amusing morsel for Eric to tease and get a rise out of. But then, when he had discovered her telepathic abilities, she had graduated from passing curiosity to useful tool. Another asset to be exploited for his gain. 

He couldn’t be sure of when exactly she had turned into something more. Something to covet. Something to protect at all costs. To wrap himself around like a serpent and never let go. 

Truthfully, it took far too long for him to realize what had changed. Not her…but him. Oh he was still that terrifying viking at his core. That vicious, ruthless killer and manipulator. Eric Northman would never be good. Never be the kind, forgiving creature his maker had eventually become. 

But for her…for her he was all of those things…and none of them. 

There was no use lying to himself about what she was to him. Not anymore. He would do anything for her. Anything at all. 

He was hers. 

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FANGTASIA. send in a character from my guide + one of the prompts below for a drabble!

how about... "you shouldn't have touched them. every single mark on their body is going to be returned to yours." wiiith our mans eric northman!

please, thank you, love youuu!!! 🩵🩵

𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗𝗡'𝗧 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗠𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞

eric northman x fem!reader

summary: 1.3k

You’d had vampire blood. Pam and Chow had been gracious enough to offer you their wrists months after you’d started working at Fangtasia, a safety precaution as they’d claimed. You'd had Eric's blood. He could feel your fear, he knew where you were, why wasn't he coming?

or the one where eric saves you from an anti-vampire rights enthusiast.

warnings: canon-typical violence, blood, death, kidnapping, stabbing

a/n: i know i said drabbles but i couldn't contain myself. i am violently ill with my love for this man.

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You think you're dying. surely. There's no way the human body would be able to endure this much pain without ultimately giving up the ghost, right? 

You never should have gotten involved with vampires. They were nothing but a bucket of trouble, as your mother would have put it. And has she had put it, a multitude of times, before she'd ever even known you'd applied to work at Shreveport's resident vampire bar. 

What she didn't know, though, was how incredible they could be. How, even without all their supernatural abilities, intensely good they could be when they decided they wanted. How loyal and caring and kind when they chose to do so. Just how beautiful they could be, fangs and all. 

‘Course, there still was that whole bucket of trouble thing. 

"You sure are pretty for a fangbanger," your captor drawled from where he was watching you from across the room. He'd tied you to a chair at the center of it, thick scratchy ropes binding your wrists to the unlaquered wood beneath you. You spit, knowing that it won't reach the man from this distance, but hoping, almost willing it to hit him squarely between the eyes. 

“Fuck you,” you say.

“Ooh,” he whistles. “You’ve sure got a mouth on you, sweet cheeks. Why waste it on one of those dead fuckers when you could have someone with an actual, bleeding fucking heart?”

“You’re a waste of skin, you piece of shit,” you huff. Not that it was any of his goddamn business, anyway, but you had only ever slept with one man, and it sure as shit hadn’t been one of your bosses.

“Aw, c’mon. I bet you get so cold after one of them vampers is inside you, don’t you. All icy and chilly like. Let me give you a little tip, sweetheart. Humans. Need. Warmth.”

“You say that as if you aren’t a fucking sad sack,” you say. “What a sorry excuse for a human, huh?”

“What’d they do to you, huh, girl? Did they glamor you into only wanting a dead man’s dick?” he asks, slowly shifting and standing from his stool so that he could approach you. Despite their constant–and half-hearted–threats, you’d never been glamored by your vampire coworkers. Your breathing shakes as he approaches in swift steps. It’s then that you see the knife in his hand. 

For the first time in a long time, you realize, genuine fear strikes through you. 

“I’m gonna teach those vampers a lesson,” he says. “And you’re going to help me do that.”

You’d had vampire blood. Pam and Chow had been gracious enough to offer you their wrists months after you’d started working at Fangtasia, a safety precaution as they’d claimed. You'd had Eric's blood. He could feel your fear, he knew where you were, why wasn't he coming?

The knife trails along your collarbone. You're glad it was as dull as it was, knowing if it'd been sharper it would be slicing the skin open in its path down. Then he presses down harder. You can’t muffle the whine as it escapes you, no matter how much you want to. No matter how desperately you wish to not show the man that he holds any power over you. You can feel the blood seeping out of the wound. It dribbles down your chest in a thick stream as it pools and stains the gray cotton of your t-shirt.

“Stop!” you plead. He chuckles before driving the blade deeper into you. With feeble force, you try to get him off with a stunted kick to his knee; It was all you could manage with the way your knees had been duct-taped together. 

“Bitch!” he heaves before rearing back to slap you with the bladeless hand. It slashes your cheek, shallowly, thankfully, but you can feel the ache of where his hand had connected with your cheekbone. “You’re gonna regret that.”

He takes the knife and stabs it into your side, just narrowly missing your ribcage. 

Before you can manage out even a wince, the door to the small shack you’d been held in for the last few hours splinters and it unceremoniously removed from its hinges. 

Eric says nothing as he rushes in. You barely register that it’s him save for the split second image you’d captured from where he’d lingered in the doorway. Your captor is off of you instantly, though you’re still bound to the chair. Eric stills. Wind warps around him as he does so, wrapping him in a flurry of movement as he stands with the man locked in his grasp. 

“You never should have fucking touched her,” Eric growls with his fangs fully extended, grip tightening around the burly man’s neck and raising him inches off the ground. There’s not even a hint of the usual smirk you were so accustomed to seeing. “Every single mark on her body will be returned unto you tenfold.”

“She fucking deserved it,” he gargles as the vampire latches onto the expanse of neck not currently held within his hand. The man screams out in anguish and you pull your eyes tight to avoid watching any more. Of course, that doesn’t stop you from hearing. The screams and the rips and the crunches. You hear something hard and solid hit the floor and somewhere deep in the pit of your stomach you know it’s bone. 

You hear the man gasp out a dead fuck only for Eric’s grasp to tighten fully, effectively severing the man’s skull from his spinal chord without detaching it from his body. The man drops to the floor with a loud thump and Eric shoves the corpse away with the toe of his shoe before he moves toward you. 

“What took you so long?” you exhaled as he moved behind you to unbind your wrists. 

“I was away on business,” he gruffs, spitting slightly to get the last of the man’s blood out of his mouth. He’d already drunk his fair share, you thought, what good what that do?

Swallowing, you ask, “And you still came?”

He walks back around to begin undoing the restraints on your legs. He’s being so gentle, you realize. If he’d wanted, he could have had this done within seconds and yet, here he was, tenderly undoing the tape and rope and rubbing a soothing hand over the abraded skin. 

“I’ll always come for you,” he says. “Until I meet the true death, I will always come for you.”

He extends his wrist up to his mouth and you wince as he punctures the flesh. 

“Eric,” you sigh. 

“Drink,” he says. 

Nodding, you allow him to bring his wrist to your mouth and latch down on the leaking wound. It’s tangy and metallic and overall pretty gross, but you’re more than grateful for it at that moment. You lick your lips when he pulls his arm back down, the small bite marks already well on their way to closing completely. 

“Will you take me home?” you ask, suddenly overwhelmed with the wave of fatigue hitting you. 

He rises back to his full height and extends a hand out towards you. The second you grab it, he’s pulling you up from your chair to hold you flush against his form. Then, in another rush of wind, you’re standing on your front porch. 

Slowly, you pull away from the vampire to take a step towards your door. Your body aches, but it’s already mostly healed as you run a hand over the small incision at your waist. 

“Thank you,” you say. “Eric.”

He’s silent, looking you over in a way that you can’t help but think is more than just an assessment of your injuries. He settles on your eyes when he says, “Anytime.”

[blackleatherjacketz]

True Blood Master List

Eric Northman x Female Reader

Hook, Line and Sinker - (NSFW One-Shot) Your brother owes Eric a lot of money, and Eric decides to take it out of you.

Mine - (NSFW One-Shot) Eric shows you what it means to be his human.

Whatever Happens First -(NSFW Drabble) You catch feelings for Eric after entering a contract to pay off your student loans.

All Better - (NSWF One-Shot) You're sick and miss a meeting with Eric... he gets creative in how to make you feel better.

Alcide Herveaux x Female Reader

Primal - (NSFW One-Shot) You call Alcide to help you with your frozen pipes, and he stays to unthaw other things.

[snowluvvie]

₊˚⊹♡ CHARACTERS.

thirsts, drabbles, etc etc—these r the people for it. my babies ( sexual ), my darlings ( violent ).

— DC UNIVERSE

₊˚⊹♡ CLARK KENT.

₊˚⊹♡ DICK GRAYSON.

₊˚⊹♡ BRUCE WAYNE.

₊˚⊹♡ ADRIAN CHASE.

— HOGWARTS

₊˚⊹♡ MATTHEO RIDDLE.

₊˚⊹♡ REGULUS BLACK.

₊˚⊹♡ SIRIUS BLACK.

₊˚⊹♡ CORMAC MCLAGGEN.

₊˚⊹♡ SEBASTIAN SALLOW.

₊˚⊹♡ HARRY POTTER.

— OUTER BANKS

₊˚⊹♡ RAFE CAMERON.

₊˚⊹♡ JJ MAYBANK.

₊˚⊹♡ SARAH CAMERON.

₊˚⊹♡ POPE HEYWARD.

— SUPERNATURAL

₊˚⊹♡ SAM WINCHESTER.

₊˚⊹♡ DEAN WINCHESTER.

— CELEBRITIES

₊˚⊹♡ DREW STARKEY.

₊˚⊹♡ JEON JUNGKOOK.

₊˚⊹♡ KIM TAEHYUNG.

₊˚⊹♡ JOSH HARTNETT.

₊˚⊹♡ ELIJAH HEWSON.

₊˚⊹♡ JARED PADALECKI.

₊˚⊹♡ TOM WELLING.

— THE WALKING DEAD

₊˚⊹♡ RICK GRIMES.

₊˚⊹♡ NEGAN SMITH.

₊˚⊹♡ CARL GRIMES.

— GRISHAVERSE

₊˚⊹♡ MATTHIAS HELVAR.

₊˚⊹♡ KAZ BREKKER.

— SALTBURN

₊˚⊹♡ FELIX CATTON.

₊˚⊹♡ FARLEIGH START.

— MISC. FILMS

₊˚⊹♡ PETER PARKER.

₊˚⊹♡ SCOTT MILLER. ( twisters )

₊˚⊹♡ PATRICK BATEMAN. ( american psycho )

₊˚⊹♡ COOPER ADAMS. ( trap )

₊˚⊹♡ ART DONALDSON. ( challengers )

₊˚⊹♡ RODRICK HEFFLEY. ( doawk )

₊˚⊹♡ JACK MERCER. ( four brothers )

₊˚⊹♡ WHISKEY. ( knives out )

₊˚⊹♡ DAVID MCCALL. ( fear )

— MISC. TV SHOWS

₊˚⊹♡ ERIC NORTHMAN. ( true blood )

₊˚⊹♡ KAI PARKER. ( vampire diaries )

₊˚⊹♡ SPENCER REID. ( criminal minds )

₊˚⊹♡ NATE ARCHIBALD ( gossip girl )

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Friday, June 6th (part 1)

Oz: The monkey's the only cookie animal that gets to wear clothes, you know that? Willow smiles brightly. Oz: You have the sweetest smile I've ever seen. Oz: (continues down the hall) So, I'm wondering, do the other cookie animals feel sorta ripped? Like, is the hippo going, 'Hey, man, where are *my* pants? I have my hippo dignity!' Willow laughs. Oz: And you know the monkey's just, (with a French accent) 'I mock you with my monkey pants!'

~~What's My Line? Part 2~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Adrenaline Induced Desires by piximera (Buffy/Faith, E)

Safe Together by just_a_random_person_um_yeah (Giles/Jenny, T)

Invisible by vampffy (Buffy & reader, G)

5-hydroxzytryptamine, alone is not enough for me by MadeInGold (Dr. Angleman/Maggie Walsh, T)

Untitled fic by atomicgaycat (OC Slayer)

you ever feel like you're losing your mind? by pearlypairings (Buffy/Willow, not rated)

Untitled by pearlypairings (Cordelia/Anya, not rated)

Sleepy by vanilinsugarfawn (Spike/reader, content warnings/tags: smut)

help me smoke just one more cigarette by clarissadalloway (Buffy/Spike, R)

Kill Me Softly by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

[Chaptered Fiction]

With Sprinkles, Chapter 61 by dogbertcarroll, Narsil (Xander, multiple crossovers, M)

Becoming, Chapter 6 by ElsieHopea (Buffy, Teen Wolf crossover, M)

The joining of souls, Chapter 23 by Ondeline (Buffy, Tolkien crossover, not rated)

Red Xandra: Season One, Chapter 35 by Kickaha (Xander, Ensemble, T)

Saturday, Chapter 3 by PetraMustafina (Buffy/Spike, E)

Corrigendo Tabulam, Chapter 66 by lyrical_echoes (Willow/Tara, not rated)

Twelfth Labour, Chapter 13 by xaeyrnofnbe (Angel/Spike, T)

Chasing the Light, Chapter 21 by CloudSeeker (Angel/Lindsey, E)

The Blood Of A Slayer, Chapter 6 by Cosmic__Cowgirl (Buffy/Giles, E)

Buffy and the Slayer, Season 1, Chapter 10 by SunnydaleSentinel (Buffy & Dawn, T)

Raise of the Hellmouth, Chapter 7 by SidneyPrescottFan (Buffy/Faith, Batwoman and Supergirl crossover, M)

The Sunnydale Imp, Chapter 42 by Bloodredtiger (OC & Scoobies, not rated)

Shared Skin, Chapter 8 by Sting99 (Buffy/Faith, E)

The Bar at the End of the World (Totally edited. Duplicats deleted), Chapter 7 (complete!) by RoseWineGoddess (Buffy, Spike, multiple crossovers, not rated)

Used to Bite People, Now I’m Tracking IPs with Buffy Bloody Summers, Chapter 5 by Fangellic (Buffy/Spike, M)

today doesn’t count, Chapter 16 by modestlobster (Buffy/Spike, M)

The Willow Factor, Chapter 3 by fatalfae, MadeInGold (Buffy/Riley, T)

Mystical Girl, Chapter 16 by Aya1600 (Buffy/Damon, The Vampire Diaries crossover, G)

Moonlit Roads, Chapter 6 by Noctiluna (Wynterstorm), Wynterstorm (Xander/Eric Northman, True Blood crossover, M)

Buffy: Nineteen Years Later, Chapter 1 by Jordietheshortie9012 (Scoobies, G)

Chez Willy, Chapter 1 by Petite_Laitue (Willy, G, in French)

Willow's Dream, Chapter 1 by tbssparkle (Willow/Tara, E)

love's the death of peace of mind, Chapters 1-3 (complete!) by Skyson (Buffy/Giles, E)

Animal I Have Become, Chapter 6 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

We’ll Always Have Prague, Chapter 2 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

The Deadly Poet’s Society, Chapter 8 by Annie Dolnar (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

If it walks like a duck and talks like a duck... Chapter 3 by zinjadu (Buffy/Spike, R)

Fleur Emphemere, Chapter 3 by Maxine Eden (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

X-Heroes, Chapter 6 by JoshuAB (Xander, Heroes and other crossovers, FR18)

Things I Can’t Spell, Chapters 9-10 by Cazzy (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Out of Dodge, Chapter 2 by VeroNyxK84 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Drive Me Crazy, Chapter 1 by Claire (Buffy/Spike, G)

The Burning Wheel Chapter 8 (complete!) by Ginger (Buffy/Spike, R)

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Artwork: AtS doodles I forgot to post since January 😞 by plausible-possible-perhaps (Cordelia, Cordelia/Angel, worksafe)

Artwork: Cordy sketch by tiaragloryart (worksafe)

Artwork: Jonathan by garscrucible (worksafe)

Artwork: buffy by zoecsarts (worksafe)

Collage: Spike by junpr (worksafe)

Collage: Xander, 🔆🗡️ messy but a loyal soldier in denim 🗡️🔆 by just-turned-aesthetic (worksafe)

Fanvid: All I Really Want || Jagged Little Slayer || a Buffy fanvid by Tafadhali

Fanvid: Buffy & Spike | Honey by Angelus_Clips (English)

Fanvid: Buffyverse [Monsters] by Angelus_Clips (English)

Fanvid: Buffy and Spike - What Goes Around Comes Around by juliaroxs241

Fanvid: Buffy and Angel - Over and Over by juliaroxs241 (vidder uploaded many other videos)

Fanvid: Buffy and Damon- Moved (by Laces) by Bobblehead89

Fanvid: Buffy the Vampire Slayer X This Fire Burns by Lonernimo

Fanvid: DEAN & BUFFY - BUST A MOVE! 🅴 by alph?

Vidlet: Buffy edit by Manitobasmiths_fedora

Video: Buffy the Vampire Slayer 2x03 voiceover | Buffy "It's the ultimate jinx" by A Pixie's Whisper

[Reviews & Recaps]

Inca Mummy Girl by violettathepiratequeen

btvs group rewatch episode 2: the harvest by probably-hyperfixated

Thoughts on The Harvest! by btvsfemslashenjoyer

Buffy 7x18 - "Dirty Girls" by KingofCretins

Video: Buffy the Vampire Slayer Season 4: Episode 21 - Primeval by The Cheshire Kiwi

Podcast video: Buffy Brief-cap: Ted by The Rewatch Recap

Podcast video: Buffy The Vampire Slayer Season 5 Review with NickSaysBoo by George Alexander

Podcast video: Buffy Brief-cap: I, Robot…You, Jane by The Rewatch Recap

Podcast video: Talking about Buffy Episode 1 "Welcome to the Hellmouth" by Her Reel Review

Podcast video: S5E14: Crush by One Girl in All the World

Podcast video: Buffy S04E08 "Pangs" Spoiler Review by LGRN - Entertainment

Podcast video: The Caffeinated Librarians: Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Season 4 by Mahopac Public Library

Podcast: BwB 618 [Entropy] - Magical Syrup Nipples by Beer with Buffy

Podcast video: Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Season 4 Episode 13 - The I in Team by Sh*t 90s Shows Taught Me

Podcast: 2.03 School Hard | A Buffy the Vampire Slayer Podcast by Buffering: A Rewatch Adventure

[Recs]

Vid rec: “I Come With Knives” by IAMX recced by tafadhali

[Community Announcements]

Official Dates by buffyxgileswritingevent

[annwayne]

Ficwip's Year in Review 2024!

Just in time for 2025 haha. Answers under the cut cuz this is a long one.

How many fics have you worked on since January?

17

What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year?

So, I read a post on here that I'll butcher in trying to summarize, but here's my attempt. Don't write knowing words in your character's thoughts. Stuff like "knew" "wanted" and emotions too. Not just plainly written out like "Ann felt sad." This seems obvious, but the post went into better detail about how these kinda moments can slip into writing easily. And I thought, well, why not. And I tried it. And man, it sucks lol. But it's made my writing a lot better. I expand a lot more, give more information, and lean on description and information rather than having the character explain themselves.

What piece of media inspired you the most? (This can be the fandom you wrote the most for, the one that spawned the most ideas, the one you thought about the most, etc.)

Bridgerton, though it spawned ideas for an au rather than fics for the fandom itself...

How many fandoms did you write for this year?

10

What ships captured your heart?

Astur/Astarion from BG3, Alice/Todd from SGA, and Awyn/Eric from True Blood.

What characters captured your heart?

I mean, I think this was really the year of Eric Northman and Todd the Wraith lol. I think I did the most writing for their fics this year.

Did you write for any new fandoms or ships this year?

No, surprisingly, I didn't start any fics for new fandoms this year lol.

What fic meant the most to you to write?

Delayed Fate

What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?

Liquid Mercury and my SGA Bridgerton!au

What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing?

Probably my Mass Effect 2 drabble.

What fic was the most difficult to write?

Murder in a Bar. I'm dragging my feet over here, dying trying to get this fic in motion. Too much editing for so little words blah.

What fic was the easiest to write?

Honestly, the bridgerton!au flew outta me so fast. I'm amazed at how much I've written in only a handful of months.

What were your shortest and longest fics posted this year?

The Mass Effect 2 drabble is my shortest fic posted and my longest fic posted is Liquid Mercury.

What were your go-to writing songs?

I listen to lots of Debussy, various playlist videos on youtube, and the occasional very intense song in a language I don't know.

What was the hardest fic to title?

All of my fics are hard to title, so hard that most of them are saved as their ship name until it's time to publish ToT

What's your favorite title of the year?

Liquid Mercury. It sounds so good and fits perfectly.

Share your favorite opening line

From my Baldurs Gate 3 wip;

Astur Vuldal sat, ankles crossed beneath her, at a large oak desk stained red by the craftsman her family commissioned over a century ago.

Share your favorite ending line

From Liquid Mercury's first chapter;

“Mandy,” A breath interrupted me. “I think I should be dead.”

Share your favorite piece of dialogue

From one of my The Red Logs wips;

“Don’t try to move.” Asajj ordered. “You were stunned.”  “Several times.” Wrecker added.  “Is that why I feel like I’m made of sand?” I groaned. “Yep,” Wrecker explained. “You didn’t even flinch.” His head tilted a little and he brought a hand up to his chin. “If I hadn’t been so scared, I’d have been impressed.”

Share your funniest line(s)

From my Leverage wip;

“Trust me. Don’t try the Jell-O shots and don’t drink the green beer.” Eliot said to Amy.  Amy laughed, turning to Hardison. “You made green beer?” Then she turned back to Eliot. “Beer? Not a cocktail with lime juice or something?”  “Beer.” Eliot answered with a look of disapproval aimed at Hardison.  “Excuse me for trying to innovate a stagnant industry!”

What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

I made a big breakthrough on a plot hole, which totally changed a bunch of details of Liquid Mercury's story lol. For the better I think. Also, through the bridgerton!au, I found a lot more in Alice than I expected. To be honest, I'd thought all my sga fics would be more simple and fun. But uh, no this one did not escape the trauma treatment lol.

What writing programs did you use? Did you write by hand?

I use google docs to write.

If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

Oh god. I think it's a chapter in my BG3 fic, I'll include just a snippet of it.

On her other side, Astarion waited patiently for Astur to settle down. Despite sharing the same bottles, somehow he seemed far more lucid than the wizard. “Alright,” He turned his head from the flames and looked directly at Astur. “If you’re so eager for honesty, you first.”  “Deal.” Astur held out her palm, but then realized too late that she was using that hand to hold her bottle. A short laugh left Astarion as he lifted his own bottle to clank against hers. Both parties nodded in agreement to the pseudo-handshake. “So what shall I be honest about, Astarion?”  Wyll snored lightly on Astur’s shoulder. Gale had passed out, laying in Lae’zel’s lap while she played with his dark brown hair absently. Though her attention was now on the two high-elves, she did not interrupt their discussion. Astur only felt a slight tug at the thought of being watched–but her clouded mind could not afford to divert any focus from the task at hand; of which was listening to Astarion’s answer.

Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic?

Not really. I don't do anything other than tell my partner and friends.

How did you recharge between fics?

I play lots of videogames, watch movies and tv shows, and draw!

Did you create fanworks other than fic?

Yep! I did a few drawings throughout the year.

How many events did you take part in? (bangs, exchanges, ship weeks, zines, prompt memes, they all count!)

I think only one? I can't remember super well, but I'm pretty sure one. Or two? Eh. It was two, I checked lol.

If this were an awards show, who would you thank?

I'd thank @wolveria for listening to all my crazy ideas and obsessions as they come, @anonmadsci and @the-itzy-bitzy-spider for the brainstorming and hype they give any of the bits of fic I share, and my partner for putting up with my 8th rewatch of the first three seasons of True Blood 😅

What's left on your to-do list for after 2024?

More like what isn't? I still got 15 wips xD

What would you like to write this year?

I'd like to get significant progress done for Murder in a Bar, the bridgerton!au, and Liquid Mercury.

[artemiseamoon]

Immortal Seduction

A series of connected works

⏰ no posting schedule, they come when they come

📖 read on A03, previews on tumblr - upcoming!

A series of connected one shots and drabbles. No set posting schedule, they will come when they come. There is a main cast, and some of the characters will appear across works. Some background ones will remain unnamed. This was originally for frightfest.

📖: Once this starts, you can only read in full on A03 (you need an account), only previews will be added to tumblr.

About: This universe is focused around an escort service for high class vampires, called The Immortal Doves.* (more at the end)

Featuring: Various characters (oc’s, my fav characters, some vamps i like from other things, etc)

Warnings: Vampire stuff, adult themes, escort and sex work, etc. Each work will mention general warnings. Spice level will depend on my mood, sometimes i like to write it, sometimes I don’t.

Moodboards: part 1 , part 2, part 3

Oneshots & Drabbles

First Bite ft. Max Phillips - upcoming

Cast

Characters may appear across works. The list is by oneshot.

FIRST BITE

👩🏽Human | 🧛🏽‍♀️Vampire | 🧞Hybrid | ✨Fae | 🐺Werewolf

👩🏽 Ambrosia

🧛Max Phillips

👩🏻 Ravina (event manager, hostess)

🧛🏽‍♀️🧛🏽‍♂️Valentin Dupont, Adaris Chery (The current owners of Immortal Doves)

🧛🧛🏽‍♀️Kimora, The Count aka Dracul aka Vlad - (The owners of the mansion and head vampires)

👩🏾👩🏽👩🏻👨👨🏿👨🏽👨🏻 The Doves: Salomé , Robyn, Ambrosia, Daniella, Kaya, Leon, Rowan, Myesha, Antonio

🧛🏽‍♀️🧛🧛🏽‍♂️ Vampire guests in First Bite: Max Phillips, The Countess, Eric Northman , Kiaan✨, Angel Castillo, Santanico, Ethan Knight

Immortal Seduction (more about this)

“Mortal delights for the Immortal Soul”

Immortal Doves as founded by Venus de Luxe and Coco Sherry. Venus de Luxe was the vampire maker of Valentin Dupont, who is now the lead director and head of Immortal Doves, along with his wife, Adaris Chery.

The Dove’s are educated, trained and prepared for a vampire's needs. Included in this, they have curated meals, diets if requested by their vampire and wardrobes as well. The Doves work out of the Rose mansion (brothel) or can be booked for events and home visits.

MEMBERSHIP

Do you have a private or special event coming up? Would you like to spend a night or two with the human of your dreams? Or feast on the blood of a mortal catered to your exact tastes? Then we at the Immortal Doves have just what you need.

Our Doves are all carefully hand selected, educated and trained to make the best company for you. With membership, you have access to browse our selection of 40 delicious humans; women, men, non-binary, whatever your heart desires.

Once you make your choice, your human will be instructed on how to prepare for your meeting. If you have special dietary or sanitary requests, please do make them at the time of your booking so your human can be properly prepared for your pleasure.

To access our services, become a member today!

PLATINUM

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Immortal Dove Booking fees, special perks, full VIP access, a private party three times a year, and more. $$$$$$

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Up to 60% off Immortal Dove Booking fees, special perks, some VIP access, a private party twice a year and more. $$$$$

GOLD

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BRONZE

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Up to 20% off Immortal Dove Booking fees, some special perks. $$$

More about us:

At Immortal Dove, we have three tiers to delight your senses and fulfill all of your desires.

Tier 1 - The Courtesans

This is the whole package. Book a Courtesan for a night of full pleasure (sex and nourishment included), or take them along for that long work trip of yours to feed your desires after a long day at the office.

Rules and limitations: Up to two Courtesans can be booked at once per individual, excluding event bookings. The limit for long term booking is 7 days at a time. Do not attempt glamor tricks, all of our Doves are protected.

Tier 2 - The Paramours

Would you like some tantalizing company for your parties, events, or in the privacy of your home? Are you tired of going out to hunt for your meal every night? Then the paramour is ideal for you. Have your food delivered and enjoy some light sensual play along the way. Paramours can act as dates to local events and gatherings.

Rules and limitations: Up to three Paramours can be booked at once, per individual, excluding parties. Paramours cannot be booked for longer than 12 hours. The sex menu is limited, please inquire for further details. If the rules are broken, you will be punished and stripped of your membership. Do not attempt glamor tricks, all of our Doves are protected.

Tier 3 - The Lovers

Spicy and decadent company for the hungry vampire! Book a Lover to keep you company socially, at home, or to be your date at local events, for up to 4 hours. Nourishment included. Have fun biting but no sex!

Rules and limitations: Up to four Lovers can be booked, per individual, excluding events. If the rules are broken, you will be punished and stripped of your membership. Do not attempt glamor tricks, all of our Doves are protected.

[the-karma-cafe]

Forgetting Anything ? | Eric Northman

a/n Haven’t written anything in awhile so I tried a prompt. Don’t love it but it’s getting me started ! wooo

Person A is about to leave for work. Person B asks them if they've forgotten anything, and Person A gives them a kiss. Person B turns red and opens their hand to reveal Person A's keys/wallet/etc., saying 'I meant this, but thanks.'

Eric parted the curtains, peering out over my moonlit lawn. “Fangtasia feels busy tonight.”

I rolled my eyes, “Done playing noble protector? I’m hurt.”

He turned to me, the smallest smile tugging at his lips. “If you want me to stay so bad, just say so.”

I shook my head, smiling. “I think I’ll live.”

He eyed me for a beat before turning back to the door. Before he could speed away into the night-

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” I asked coyly.

Eric turned back, an intrigued look in his eyes. His gaze danced over me, trying to figure out what I meant. I inwardly giggled, thrilled to have pulled a fast one o-

His lips were on mine before I could even finish the thought. I sighed into his mouth, smoothing my hands up around his neck. His hands curled around my hips, pulling me closer.

I remembered where I was and pulled away. “I... What was that for?” I breathed, my wide eyes staring up at him, bewildered.

He frowned. “You said I was forgetting something.”

Blush ripped across my cheeks. I brought his wallet out from my pocket sheepishly. “I meant this.”

He blinked in surprise, staring down at it. His hand left my hip and rested on my own, grabbing the wallet. 

“This was in my back pocket.”

I smiled sheepishly.

I didn’t miss his knowing smirk. He hummed happily and tucked the wallet into his front pocket.

there aren’t enough eric northman fics >:( i don’t WANNA write them u fools.... point me to the read.. i want read. READ. no write....

[scxrsgxrd]

*poke poke poke*

*whispers* please write for Eric Northman

*runs away*

I’ve been having a lot of Eric related ~thoughts~ lately (I blame yours and @skarsgard-daydreams drabbles) and they are ready to be released. Your Eric Northman wishes are my command ;)

18+, mentions of blood and blood kink

You looked up impatiently at the clock hanging on the office wall for the fourth time in a minute. Eric was late, again. The incessant ticking was beginning to seriously bug you, and there was a chill in the air that made every hair on your body stand on end. Another thing you cursed Eric for, recalling the same answer he gave you every time you complained about the temperature in his office. 

“I’m a vampire, why would I need to get the A/C fixed?”

Eric had recently fitted a mirror behind his desk for your activities, as he called them, and you gazed at yourself while you waited for what felt like hours. After all, someone had to appreciate the lingerie set you had just completed some sort of gymnastics to get into. The crimson lace fitted you perfectly, and you knew that Eric had had this made especially for you, knowing exactly the type of fit and material you liked, which in turn had cost him a small fortune. You often wondered his motives for paying so much for something you could only ever wear once, as it took a mere matter of seconds before your panties were torn and your stockings had five finger shaped holes ripped into them. To your surprise when you had opened the box, there was a studded collar sitting atop the lingerie with a buckle at the back. It had taken you a while to psych yourself up to ask Pam to fix up the buckle for you, but she simply laughed and pulled the buckle tight, stating “he’ll like it like that.” 

Your teeth had begun to involuntarily sink into your lip, the more you thought of Eric, the harder you bit down. The only thing that snapped you out of this trance-like state was the feeling of a warm dripping down your chin and onto the exposed skin of your upper thigh. As you focused your eyes against the mirror once more you noticed a crimson trail running down your chin, matching the shade of your underwear. At that second you realised exactly why Eric had chosen to dress you in red.

Almost instantaneously the office door swung open, hitting the wall with such a force that you were surprised it remained on its hinges. You didn’t want to look into the doorway as you heard a low, animalistic growl. You had disturbed Eric from his work, and you knew that you had to pay the price.

“Well, well, well.” 

You gulped as you heard that voice. That voice that caused a shiver to ripple through your entire body and make your pulse quicken. Taking a deep breath, you slowly turned your gaze over to the doorway where Eric was stood. His head was cocked slightly to one side, his eyes darkened with lust and his fangs already out. 

Just as you were about the wipe the blood from your chin he grabbed your forearm, his sudden movement making you jolt as you had never quite gotten used to his vampiric abilities. 

“I think you’ll find that’s mine.” His tone startled you slightly, his fingers gripping at your arm tighter as he studied the trail running down your chin, watching intently as another drop landed on your thigh. He stepped closer to you, parting your legs with one hand as he moved with ease between them, his bulge pressing against your crotch as he dragged his tongue up your chin, his eyes rolling back as though he was already in complete ecstasy.

Your breathing quickened as he reached your lips, his tongue trailing over the small nick in your bottom lip as you felt your chest heaving against him, finding it a little difficult to breathe properly as the collar sat tightly around your neck. Eric could feel exactly what you were feeling. Every beat, every deep breath, every acceleration of your pulse. That was what he thrived on, the humanness of it all; each beat of your pulse anchored him back to his own humanity, something which he had deeply struggled with before he had met you. It was so long ago, so buried, that he never expected to be able to feel its warmth again. 

He pulled back to gaze at you, his eyes raking up and down your semi-naked body as he studied the set of lingerie he had envisioned for you. His imagination hadn’t done you any justice, as you looked ethereal in the specially crafted lace design that fitted every part of you perfectly. A small smirk began to creep onto his lips as he his eyes caught onto the collar that had been tightly buckled around your neck, just as he had pictured it.

“Are you going to be a good little girl?” He grazed his long, cold fingers against your neck and traced along the collar.

“Yes, Eric.” Your voice was faint and your throat felt dry as you watched Eric begin to kneel before you.

His eyes never left yours as he knelt down, hands on your knees prising your legs further apart as he breathed in deeply, inhaling your sweet scent. He began to walk his fore and middle finger up your thighs, humming mischievously as he reached the waistband of your panties. His forefinger curled around the elastic, giving it one slight tug, filling the office with a tearing sound. You gasped as you felt the cold air hit you, and Eric let out another growl, wasting no time in burying his face in your inner thigh.

The sharp pain was one that had taken some getting used to at first, but now you barely even flinched as you felt Eric sink his fangs into your flesh. You were a little surprised when he pulled back so quickly, as he usually fed for a few minutes, sometimes even longer, when he had been busy with Fangtasia’s accounts paperwork. You furrowed your brow, about to question him when he dipped his finger into the small wound on your inner thigh, collecting up a small pool of your blood. He proceeded to then move his blood-coated finger against your clit in a slow circles, the sensation making your toes curl and your head fall back.

“Mmmmm, tasty.” 

Eric’s tongue then began to lap at your clit, his hands firmly gripping your thighs as he muttered soft words of appraisal against you. When your head lolled forwards you caught a glimpse of the debauched scene in the mirror before you, the visual element of the act providing you with a new wave of pleasure. 

You could feel a knot beginning to form in the pit of your stomach as Eric wrapped his lips around your clit, delivering a mixture of sucks and gentle bites as his guttural groans caused small vibrations to course their way through your lower body. You were getting closer and closer to your climax, and Eric knew it. Once again he pressed his middle finger against the still-bleeding wound on your inner thigh before smearing the slick of blood against your clit, working it into the most sensitive part of you with his ever-skilled fingers. You threw your head back once more, long strings of moans leaving you as you felt every muscle in your body tense and every nerve begin to quiver.

Then he stopped.

“You didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?” Eric stood up and straightened his jacket, licking his lips in what felt like an attempt to mock you.

You felt your bottom lip wobble as the aching sensation between your thighs only worsened, reaching out your arms as you attempted to grab onto his jacket, but he simply took a step backwards so he was out of your grasp.

“N’aw, poor little girl. You thought I was going to let that pretty little pussy of yours come, didn’t you?” 

You nodded, not knowing what else to give him as he gazed down at you with a glint in his eyes.

He was then back between your legs in an instant, his right hand swooping behind your neck as he took hold of the buckle on the collar, making a strangled squeal form in your throat.

“Then maybe next time you’ll think twice about disturbing me.” He lifted his left hand and traced his forefinger gently across the small slit on your lip.

You wanted to protest, to tell him that distracting him from his paperwork wasn’t your intention, but you knew it would be futile. Instead you knew you’d have to wait, and as Eric walked out of his office and closed the door behind him you once again watched yourself in the mirror, the smears of blood further reminding you that you were Eric’s, and that however annoying, patience and delayed gratification were key elements of your relationship. 

[cas-kingdom]

Hey, for your prompts would you do, You know you're grounded right, with Eric x Reader please 🙂

You know you’re grounded, right?

“You know you’re grounded, right?” 

Pam tapped the toe of her hot pink stiletto against the empty bar floor, perfectly manicured nails resting on opposite crossed arms. She was glaring at you, who was scrubbing at your bloody knuckles with a clenched jaw and some biting words on the tip of your tongue. Fortunately, the vampire spoke up again before you could let them loose. 

“You can’t go around beating humans up, no matter how fucking vile they are.” She scowled. “Bad business.”

You rolled your eyes and turned off the tap, turning to lean against the sink. “Seriously? That’s the only problem here? Not the fact some dickhead called me a whore just for spilling a drink on him?”

Pam scoffed, uncrossing her arms to curl her hands into fists. “You’re really that sensitive, girl? You should’ve told me and I would’ve tossed him out, sucked him dry somewhere else! We don’t need people associating Fangtasia with this kinda crap. That’s what gets us closed the fuck down.”

“You’re really that sensitive?” You repeated Pam’s words with a mocking tone, pushing yourself away from the sink. “Give me a break, Pam. I beat him up. Big deal. Nothing’ll come of it.”

Pam had been seconds away from blowing, you could tell. You never spoke to either of your vampires like that - they wouldn’t stand for it, though God knew there were many times when you said something that with any other supernatural being would have you killed - but this time was different. This time, adrenaline was pumping through your body, bringing a newfound energy to you. Especially your fists. Those still throbbed. But the excitement easily squashed it down.

As did Eric when you almost walked into him. 

“Did I just hear you call Pam sensitive?” he asked. He was standing straight and still, unmoving even as you came moments away from crashing into his chest. You glanced up at him, your adrenaline vanishing. He was wearing a look that was difficult to decipher. You despised those looks. It was easier when he was clearly fuming, or clearly happy - which was rare. But tonight he was unreadable. Perfect.

You took a step backwards and bit your bottom lip. “She called me sensitive first,” you offered with a shrug.

“She beat up a human,” Pam broke into the conversation - or lack thereof - as she strode forward, pushing her way in front of you. Her heel narrowly missed the toe of your slipper. You grimaced at that. Had you really beaten a guy in your slippers?

On second thought:��awesome.

On third thought, coupled with Eric’s mere presence: not so awesome.

“Did she?” Eric eloquently rose his brows, a flicker of something flashing in the blues of his eyes, before he turned to walk past you and to the bar. “How many bones broken?”

“I don’t know,” you said with a cautious smile, “but I heard something snap.”

Eric openly grinned at that, and Pam shot him a look, tossing her arms up in an “are you kidding me?” gesture. “Are you fucking with me, Eric?” she asked. “Your precious girl bruised and bloodied a human in the middle of the bar, with the entirety of Fangtasia as her audience! And you’re worried about broken bones?”

It was at this that Eric’s mood changed. Not drastically, but enough to make you grow a little stuff under the stare he sent you as he looked over his shoulder. “It wasn’t after closing time?” His question signified he’d thought it was.

Pam crossed her arms again, a finally victorious look overcoming her painted face. “No.”

Eric turned fully now. “Why?” he asked you. You were beginning to gain the ability to read his face. It was on the verge of dangerous.

“He called me a whore,” you told him, pleading with your voice not to show how nervous you were. “I didn’t like it.”

He glanced at Pam, who looked absurdly thrilled with her attempt at parenting, then back to you. “You say you heard something snap?”

Oh, thank God. “Probably his nose.”

“Probably. Much blood?”

You shrugged. “Not enough for a meal. Maybe a snack.”

Pam threw her hands up. “I can’t fucking believe this!”

“Lugna ner dig, Pam.” Eric’s words were sharp, but Pam listened to them. She settled, swirling her tongue inside her mouth, clearly desperate to give her maker a piece of her mind. 

Eric looked at you. “I am proud of her,” he spoke assertively. His eyes were on you but his words were directed at Pam. “The minute anyone speaks less of her she should make them less than her.” He crossed his arms over his chest then, lifting his chin a little. “But Pam is right,” he said, and your slowly climbing spirits plummeted. “Not in front of people, Y/N.”

“Just what I said,” Pam huffed. “Business is–”

“Business has nothing to do with it.” His head snapped to stare straight at her, and your eyes widened sympathetically. “If someone calls her a whore, she has my permission to spill blood.” Here, he turned back to you. “But I do not want it to become habit. And I do not want you to have an audience. Not because of Fangtasia, which quite frankly has nothing to do with this, but because I don’t want anyone who comes here, human or vampire, to get ideas. You are a young girl. You have never raised your fists to anyone before, unless we are counting the punch you aimed at me just last month–” You grimaced, the memories resurfacing not exactly good ones– “and I would rather speculations about my human charge remain that way.” He took a few steps closer to you and gently grasped the sides of your face, cold hands a comfort to your warm skin. “I know a vampire whose human began to show more… let’s say aggressive tendencies. Another vampire noticed and took the human for himself as a tool. A weapon. You are neither. You are mine. And I want you to remain as you are for as long as humanely possible.”

His words continually had you fixated on him, your eyes wide as you stared at him, mind processing each letter. You always had been enthralled by the smallest things Eric did, especially as a baby, but when he was directing all his attention to you, even when it wasn’t very positive, you listened, and you learned.

So, you nodded against his hands. “Okay, Eric,” you said, and Eric dipped his head once. He brushed a finger along the tip of your nose, as though savouring this moment of innocence, before letting you go.

“Go to bed now.”

Pam rolled her eyes. “I’m good for nothing, aren’t I?” she muttered, sauntering past you.

Eric’s eyebrows rose. “Not entirely,” he said, walking backwards towards the ‘Employers Only’ door. “You are grounded.”

You spluttered. “Y-you said you were proud of me!”

“I am. Still-” He pushed the door open, a smirk lifting the corners of his lips- “You beat up your first human without me.” 

And he was gone, leaving a bewildered looking human and an even more bewildered looking vampire standing in the middle of Fangtasia.

True Blood Masterpost

[rori-is-writing]

Lovers

A True Blood Drabble Series.

Drabble | Mature | Canon | Eric x OCs | 179 words ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ Summary: A series of True Blood drabbles, mostly focusing on Eric and Sookie. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ Tags: N/A

Read on AO3 or below the cut.

When it came to lovers, Eric preferred humans over his brethren. 

It’s wasn’t like he hadn’t fucked his fair share of vampires over the centuries. They had their benefits. Sturdiness, for one. Vampire lovers were far less breakable—more willing to indulge in violence and come out of it in one piece. Certainly, he never had to watch his strength or emotions when he was fucking another of his kind. 

Yet, Eric—though he rarely ever admitted it, even to himself—craved warmth. The plush, burning heat of a pliant cunt or a tight ass. The salty-sweet taste of skin that had seen the sun only hours before. The awestruck gaze of a lover who had not yet been beaten down by the rigors of time. Everything was still so new to humans. So fresh. Their pleasures. Their pain. 

And, yes, there was a part of him that loved the power he held over them. Knowing that he was the one in control. He was, after all, still a predator to his core. 

And predators, of course, needed their prey. 

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[skarsgard-daydreams]

For the Eric Northman ask:

I liked the idea of Eric getting ready to defend [reader] from some asshat, but then just watching her tear into the guy herself.

Like, he's watching over you as you work around the bar and some guy tries to creep. Eric's got his fangs bared, ready to attack, but you've already got the guy's arm pinned and your throwing him out of the bar.

I can just imagine Eric thinking "Oh damn 😲 oh DAMN 🥵🤩" and just going feral when he gets his hands on you. Because Eric would do anything to protect the people he cares about, but it's hot as hell when he sees what you're capable of.

Take whatever liberties you like, I just love protective Eric 😍

Protective Eric is *chef's kiss*. But "that's my girl" Eric? That's another level.

As the nights grow darker and Halloween approaches, malcontents and mischief-makers flock to Fangtasia. Eric keeps a watchful eye on you whenever you're tending bar even though Pam tells you most of the vampire clientele would never lay a finger on you.

"He's marked you," she explains, reapplying her blood red lipstick in the mirror. "Anyone who touches you would have to be stupid or suicidal."

"Marked me how?" you ask.

Pam closes the gold cap of the lipstick with a soft click. "You reek."

The conversation still lingers in the back of your mind when a pack of rednecks you knew in high school roll into the bar later that night hoping to find the lawless pit of lust and murder that their mothers warned them about. One of them, a tall guy with broad shoulders and a face that makes you want to slap him comes up to the bar.

"You gotta be shittin' me," he says. "You're vamp bait now?"

"What are you drinking, Junior?" you ask, doing your best imitation of Pam's flat, bored tone.

"Busch Light."

You start to pour the beer and grin spreads across his face as if he thinks you're serving him because he's so irresistible and not because it's your job. His gaze drifts down to the neckline of your top, which you picked out that evening to tease Eric. Not the white trash guys whose greatest accomplishment in life was not getting kicked off the high school football team when they were caught huffing duster under the bleachers before practice.

"You wanna close out your tab?" you ask, sliding the glass across the bar.

"Naw," he says, still smirking. "Keep it open."

You can't be bothered to think about Junior or his posse of idiots for several hours because the bar is packed. Several elegant vampires arrive and Eric takes them to his office with a grim expression. You swallow your fear and try to focus on work, grabbing bottles of TruBlood three at a time and emptying bottles of Jack Daniels like it's the last whisky in existence.

Suddenly, Pam's lips are at your ear. "I told you to take a break two hours ago." She pries a cocktail shaker out of your hand and gives you a sharp look. "Eric already thinks I overwork you. Get lost."

You take off your apron and grab yourself a bottle of coke from the fridge. "I'm just gonna go get some air," you tell her. "I'll be back in ten minutes."

The night air is heavy and smells of cigarette smoke when you step out into the alleyway behind the bar, but it's blissfully quiet. You pop the top off the coke bottle and take a sip as Junior appears from the shadows, the tip of his cigarette glowing orange in the dark.

"I've been wondering all night why they got you behind that bar instead of out there dancing in that get up," he says, moving in close to you and exhaling a cloud of smoke in your face.

"You're drunk." You roll your eyes and try to push him aside, but you feel his hand slither across your bare midriff and start to slip under your shirt. The silver switchblade in your pocket is at his throat in an instant. Junior raises his hands in surrender and takes a step back into the brick wall behind him as he stammers and swears.

"Jesus Christ, woman!"

You shove him against the wall and lower the blade toward his belt buckle, white hot anger blotting out your fear. "Touch me again, Billy Ray Junior," you hiss, "And I'll cut off your little pecker and mail it to your momma."

A door creaks open to your right and the long shadow of a familiar tall figure appears at your side.

"I suggest you listen to her, William," Eric says in a low voice. "I think she's serious."

Junior looks between the two of you, searching for a way out. "She came on to me!" he sputters.

"Oh, did she now? That changes everything," Eric muses coolly. You can almost sense his lips curling into a dark smile as he steps in closer, speaking in your ear loudly enough for Junior to hear. "Go on, then. Cut his 'little pecker' off," Eric says, the phrase sounding ridiculous on his tongue. "I don't think he has much use for it."

Junior's eyes widen in horror. "You fuckers are crazy!"

As satisfying as it might be to carry out your threat, you have no great desire to see Junior drop his pants, so you gesture with the knife instead. "Get the fuck out of here, Junior," you shout as he flinches away from the blade. "And don't ever show your face in Shreveport again. If you do, we'll know."

"She's right," Eric quips. "She has spies everywhere, and the vampire sheriff wrapped around her finger."

Junior is trembling against the wall, trapped between you both. But you can't help looking over at your lover, who is trying to hide his amusement behind a stormy facade.

"I'll be sure to tell him you said that," you say with a grin.

Eric shrugs. "He would not deny it."

At that moment, Junior tries to slip under Eric's arm and make a run for it, but the vampire seizes him by the shirt collar and slams him against the wall. "Get your friends and leave this place at once," Eric growls. "Before the lady changes her mind vis-à-vis your 'pecker.'"

"Y-yes, sir," Junior whimpers. "And ma'am."

Eric shoves him away from you both, sending the former high school quarterback crashing into the dumpster. "Run, you pathetic louse."

You fold the switchblade shut and tuck it back in your pocket, watching Junior stagger from the alley. Eric's cool lips brush your temple.

"Well done, pet," he murmurs.

You turn toward him and rest your head against his chest as his strong arms surround you. "That was a pretty lie."

"What was?"

"That I have you wrapped around my finger." You lift your head to look at your lover, who arches a blonde brow.

"Don't you?" he asks. "I left two members of the Authority to come to you."

"I didn't need any help," you say, kissing his cheek.

Eric grins. "I see that."

"If I have you wrapped around my finger, I want a raise," you say with a mischievous smile.

"Done."

"And a paid vacation," you add, trailing your hand down the black shirt stretched over his muscled chest.

Eric slides his hands down over your ass and picks you up, carrying you in through the back door. "Done."

You drape your arms over his shoulders and nip at his neck. "With you."

"Name a destination," he says, his voice a low growl as he throws open his office door.

"Tuscany." You give his short hair a small tug and he suddenly throws you down across his desk, inhaling your scent at the crook of your neck.

"Done."

"And a house," you add, grinning as he tears impatiently through the fabric of your shirt. "And a shirt."

"I already bought your house," Eric murmurs, nipping at the soft flesh of your breasts.

You gasp softly. "I want a second one."

"Done," he says. He plants his hands on either side of your head and shifts to look you in the eye, his unruly hair falling into his face and his irises dark with passion. "Anything else?"

You open your mouth, searching for something else to add, but he grinds his hips teasingly against yours, and a needful whine escapes your throat instead.

A smirk spreads across Eric's lips as he tangles one hand in your hair and slides the other down toward your center.

"Say no more."

@stevesharrlngtons @grandpa-sweaters @dreamtherapy @grimeundglow @lihikainanea @loliwrites @scxrsgxrd @skrsgardspam @hausofobsession

[oncasette]

song prompt blurbs

using this playlist, send in one song plus a character(s) below for a blurb/drabble :) — open until jan. 21

characters: zayne lads, sylus lads, rafayel lads, xavier lads, caleb lads, astarion ancunin, gale dekarios, peter parker, theseus scamander, eric northman, jj maybank

feel free to send in au’s and/or ideas with the songs if that suits your fancy!

[best-imagines]

“You shouldn’t underestimate me”  Eric Northman

Running into trouble was something that happened often for you and your friends and this was no exception. It seemed a Eric had barked up the wrong tree and got involved with a not so nice witch. At first you, Pam and Eric were alone in Fangtasia after closing up and had expected a quiet night, that was until the door flew open and in walked the woman. Eric recognised her first though you and Pam had no idea of who she was, it didn’t take long for a fight to break out and it quickly became known that she was smart enough to not come alone. Eric and Pam fought their best against the witches and while you’d expressed to them you could help, Eric wouldn’t allow it. Instead he had told you to lock yourself in the office and not to come out until he when to get you. You obliged but as you paced back in forth in the room you heard the commotion and it didn’t sound like there was any chance of it stopping. Hearing a yelling out of pain you knew it was Eric and you knew you couldn’t stay put. As soon as you heard him in pain you opened the door of the office and head back out into the main area. You stopped in your tracks for a moment, every witch was down bar the main one Eric had angered. Pam was on the ground, though you could only presume she was unconscious and Eric was in a life endangering position. Quickly you reached behind the counter and grabbed a full bottle of alcohol before running up behind the witch. “Hey bitch!” you shouted angrily and just as she turned you rammed the bottle against her head, watching as it shattered upon contact. The blow knocked her instantly to the ground and she hit it with a thud, she was knocked out but not dead. Dropping the bottle you moved to Eric’s side helping him up. “That was stupid” he commented his voice rough. “You’re welcome” you said knowing what he really meant. Sitting him in his throne you looked around at the mess. “You shouldn’t have left the room” he exhaled heavily. “You shouldn’t underestimate me” you countered, arching an eyebrow. “Just because I’m human doesn’t mean I’m helpless Eric and I’m especially not gonna sit around when I know you’re hurt and that worse could happen” you explained, shaking your head at the thought. “You let Pam help you and I can too, I just do it differently” you shrugged. “You certainly do” he said, nodding towards the witch you’d knocked out that still laid sprawled on the ground. You pursed your lips to suppress as smirk as you looked at him. “I’m gonna try get Pam up, you rest for a few minutes and then we well deal with them together” you nodded emphasizing certain words and Eric nodded in agreement.

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THIS WASN’T THE FIRST DEAD BODY SHE’S WITNESSED in her life, but it had certainly been the first death that occurred right before her very eyes. Everything had happened so fast; the hand on her arm, her back forced against the lamp post, the knife at her throat. ❝ That’s right whore—— I like it when you struggle. ❞ His words played over and over again in the back of her mind and she remembers how she had stopped struggling then. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of killing her in the way that he preferred. No, instead, she stared deep into his darkened gaze - as if to silently challenge him - and he paused. His hand had loosened its grip on her collar, his expression shifting; he seemed perplexed by her reaction. But then a large gash formed across his throat and his body was suddenly forced away from her. She watched as the blood gushed out like a miniature fountain before he fell limp on the stone cold floor. What seemed to take an eternity lasted a mere few seconds before she was finally able to catch her breath with heart beating at a rapid pace. Among the silence, she could almost hear it. Eventually, her focus shifts to that of the man who had saved her life. A tall man; a handsome man. He looked to be the epitome of the perfect gentleman, the type she’s come to regularly be acquainted with in knowing just how little of gentlemen they actually were. With blood dripping from his extended hand, he brought it to his lips and suckled the remnants from his thumb in a very nonchalant sort of manner. As if what he had done was nothing. Slowly, the seconds dragged on with both of her hands now clutching together. ❝ You’re not afraid. ❞ He said, his tone more observant than it was questioning.Wasn’t afraid? She was mortified, more so because she was uncertain as to who or what he was as opposed to the possibility that she might be his next victim. Something about him though, told her that she wouldn’t be and there was a strange comfort in that which even she found oddly curious. A deep inhalation of breath, slightly choked, until she’s able to finally speak. ❝ I’m no stranger to dead bodies. ❞ She states with some defiance, regardless of the fact that she was completely taken aback by what’s just happened. Anyone else and they might have run away screaming, but not Pam. She didn’t fear death in fact, she expected it to some degree. The occurrence however, did leave her shaking. ❝ The streets can be dangerous at this hour, ❞ he continues, taking out a white handkerchief in order to attempt at wiping the blood off his hands, ❝ a lady should really be more careful. ❞ A lady—— her father’s words suddenly echoed in her head and there was a sense of loathing in that. The last thing she wanted to think about; the last thing she wanted to be called. ❝ If I meet a lady I’ll let her know. ❞ Again, she’s almost defiant in tone but that only seems to amuse him as his lips begin to curl. What sort of man was he, she thinks? To slash another man’s throat with ease by nothing more than his bare fingertips. It was impossible! Wasn’t it? She may have been a common whore, but she was an educated one. There is a sudden realization then, that she’s seen him before. In passing perhaps, she cannot quite place it. He had been watching her for some time. Lurking in the shadows, seated in the corner of her brothel without saying a word, biding his time, though he’d be gone the instant she turned to take notice of him again. Coincidence? She thinks not. As he steps over the body to come closer to her, she doesn’t back herself away from him. Their eyes meeting distinctively for the first time with depth and once more does she feel her own breath catch in her throat. ❝ That is a… lovely dress. ❞ He says, eyeing her like a delicacy he refuses to partake in. Forbidden fruit. Something out of reach that he wanted to desperately consume. ❝ I’m sorry about all the blood. ❞ The sincerity catches her off-guard a bit. ❝ It’s um… it’s fine. ❞ Never mind the dress, she had plenty more just like it. That was the very least of her concerns. When he reaches into his pocket, there wasn’t a single moment in which his eyes ever left her own as he procures a generous amount of coins and places them in the palm of her hand. ❝ This should cover it. ❞ The back of his knuckles lightly caresses against the side of her own and even through the gloves can she feel that prominent chill of skin. Yet, it doesn’t cause her to flinch. Somehow, she already knew what he was without having to verbally question it.❝ Thank you—— mister… ? ❞ There is some hope that he might provide her with a name. Any name, even a fake one. Something she can at least identify him with. But he only smiles and in a flash, he’s gone. Like a blur, she watches him leave her there in the center of the ally, a gasp escaping her when he does and in that moment she’s only slightly disappointed but not surprised. Still, the overwhelming sensation takes hold and the realization of everything that’s taken place in the last several hours envelops her entirely. What she didn’t know for certain, was how that night would inevitably change her life for the better.