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Jason Stackhouse x Fem!Reader

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Halloween event

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Shutting the door you sighed and leaned against it. The Halloween rush had been insane and you were more than happy to have a few days off. You’d closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the door. 

But when you opened your eyes you saw that the living room was quite literally covered with sweet wrappers over every inch. You couldn’t make out a spot that didn’t have a wrapper on it. You could hear Jason round the corner so heading to the kitchen dining area you went to ask him what happened to all the Halloween candy as there was no way you could get more on such short notice.

“What the hell!” You said slowly. Jason jumped and turned around to look at you. 

“I can explain.” He said quickly.

“You ate all the Halloween candy! You know all the stores are sold out. I literally complained to you yesterday about that lady who thought we had a secret stash of candy in the stock room and we had to call the cops when she wouldn't leave.” You complained. You sounded more whiny and frustrated than cross but Jason still looked worried. 

“There’s no more anywhere else… oh hi (Y/N).” Hoyt said rather sheepishly.

“What’ve you been doing?” you asked them. You crossed your arms and glared at them until Jason relented and went to the fridge. He pulled out a giant ball made up of a wide variety of Halloween candy.

“Seriously?” You said unimpressed with what you saw. Hoyt looked appropriately guilty but Jason frowned.

"I get that you’re mad I melted all the candy for Halloween. But look at the giant candy blob I made!" Jason said rather eagerly and showed you the giant candy again, holding it aloft like the money in the lion king held by the cub at the beginning of the movie.

“What was your involvement in this?” You asked Hoyt.

“I just came over to check in on him and found him making this.” Hoyt said and gestured to the tray, pots and your good pan which were all not covered in this sugary residue or drying chocolate.

“Then you can go.” You said and gestured over your shoulder to the door with your thumb over your shoulder. Hoyt did not wait for a second opportunity to leave and abandoned Jason to your mercy. “Do you know how hard it was to find all this candy after you ate the first load?” You complained and frowned firmly at Jason.

“I’m sorry! I’ll get more.” He insisted.

“How? All the stores in town are sold out. There will be kids here for candy any minute.” You snapped.

“Any minute?'' Jason said slowly as if he was sure you were joking.

“Yes. It’s Halloween.” You answered with more irritation. Jason’s eyes went wide and he nodded slowly.

“It’s Halloween.” He repeated. 

“You’re going to have to rush to the weird store in the next town over and hope they have candy. Apparently, that’s the only place that has any. You better eat that giant candy blob as well. I spent thirty dollars on all that candy.” You said as you went to your room to change into the costume you’d picked out to wear while giving out the candy. It wasn’t anything fancy and you’d still be comfortable while watching a few Halloween movies at home. Jason left and was gone for a long while. He’d chipped off a big chunk of the candy ball to take with him. He managed to make it back just as the first trick-or-treater was hurrying up the path. Jason gave them extra candy as payment for them not telling the other houses that he wasn’t prepared enough. As the candy bowl grew lower the ball of candy Jason was eating got smaller and smaller. He’d almost finished it when he got up and groaned, saying he needed to go lay down. While he went you answered the door and found Sookie holding her candy bucket.

“I heard someone ate all yours and I haven’t had many visitors this year. Figured you might need to stock up. There’s a couple of big groups on the way.” She said as you beckoned her in. She sat with you on the sofa and after a while, the trick-or-treaters arrived. “Where’s Jason?” Sookie asked.

“Laying down. He’s eaten about five kilograms of candy in one day. He probably has a stomach ache.” You said as you opened the door and held out the bucket. There was a cheer as they saw Sookie’s candies. She liked to make handmade ones that her grandma taught her to make. You saw off the group and went to find where Sookie had gone. Jason was laying on the bathroom floor groaning. One hand clutched his stomach while he gnawed on the little piece that was left of the candy blob.

“Jason, if you feel so bad stop eating it! You’re gonna end up in the hospital and you don’t want to do that on Halloween. You’ll be stuck with all the weirdos.” Sookie insisted as he poked Jason’s leg with her foot.

“I’ll get you some water.” You muttered and fetched Jason a glass. He spent the rest of the night laying there until Hoyt came by with dinner as a way to be sure he had made amends for participating in Jason’s holiday antics. 

“I’ll pull him out to the hall and get him a bucket. That way you and Sookie can use the bathroom.” Hoyt said as he pulled Jason out of the bathroom too many objections from Jason who accused Hoyt of being a traitor. Strangely enough once Hoyt dished out the dinner, Jason miraculously recovered, managing to eat two helpings and even complained loudly about the Halloween special that Sookie had put on. Though he was still far too unwell to get up and open the door to trick-or-treaters.

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True Blood Characters Reaction to You in Lingerie For Them

NSFW | MDNI | fem!reader

Eric Northman

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

Bill Compton

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

Alcide Herveaux

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

Jason Stackhouse

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

Sookie Stackhouse

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

Jessica Hamby

homegirl is so mf pretty

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

[blank-potato]

Close To You

Gif credit: @bonniebirddoesgifs

Pairing: Jason Stackhouse x Reader

Summary:

“I’m back,” You say weakly, thankful that you’re able to hold back the tears. Blood streaming across your face would definitely ruin the moment. “You… Where on earth have you been? I– we all thought something happened to you.” He reaches out to pull you into a hug, but he doesn’t get the chance as an invisible barrier stops you, slamming into your chest like a wall you can’t break through. Or After disappearing from his life you come back as a vampire and Jason doesn't know how to deal with it.

A/N: I'm watching True Blood for the first time (on season 7 now), and I'm obsessed with Jason Stackhouse, he's one of my favourite himbos, so I had to write something

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You never would’ve imagined that you and a vampire would ever be in the same sentence. Unless, of course, it was some tragic tale of how you took a wrong turn down a dark alley and got drained dry by one.

You were no fool, but you preferred to stay clear of them for obvious reasons. But one fateful night changed everything. You woke up underground, alone, clawing your way out like something out of a horror movie. Your maker had left you in the dirt, forcing you to fend for yourself.

When you tried to go home, you couldn’t even step past the front porch because your body refused, like some invisible force had slammed into your chest, keeping you out. You were locked out of your own house, your own life. So now, you were staying in a house you glamoured your way into, feeding off strangers, trying to figure out what the hell to do next. 

You opted to disappear off the face of the earth to everyone, including your best friend, Jason Stackhouse. You and Jason were thick as thieves, partners in crime even; you were the brains, and he was the brawn. Your reckless idiot with a heart of gold, always diving headfirst into trouble without a second thought. It was a pattern, him dragging you into dumb situations only he would find himself in, like bar fights over girls he barely knew.

He was Jason Stackhouse—quarterback turned town hunk, charming to a fault, and capable of sleeping with anyone he wanted. It’s not like you ever expected him to want you. You were his friend, his sidekick, the one who took care of him when he was hungover and listened to his wild stories, not an object of affection.

When vampires first came out of the coffin, the world shifted overnight—news reports, debates, protests, and fascination consumed every conversation. Some embraced it, others feared it, but no one could ignore it.

“I’d rather be dead than one of them… well, you know what I mean.”

“I just don’t want it to change our lives. I like how things are,” you remember Jason said, and he pulled you in to kiss your forehead like he always did. You know that he meant nothing by it, but your heart still fluttered all the same. 

Of course, you thought about going to Jason after you were turned, but the fact that you had no idea how he’d react scared you. He was everything, the last link to your human life. If you lost him, what would you have left? It was better if he thought you were gone or dead than to hate you. And technically, you were dead.

Especially with how things left off. Especially since the last thing you told him was that you loved him. 

It was a typical night, Jason dragging you to some party at a house you didn’t recognise, filled with people you barely knew. Same as usual, just Jason being Jason. Flirting with every cute girl his eyes landed on, flashing that easy grin that always got him what he wanted.

But that night was different. After so many years of pining for him, it was like the dam finally broke. It felt like you were just an afterthought, a shadow trailing behind him.

He had invited you there, but he spent the whole night with someone else. You had learned not to take it to heart, to understand that friends were all you guys could ever be. No matter how much you wished otherwise.

You stormed out of the party, your chest tight, frustration bubbling over before you could stop it. The cool night air did little to soothe the heat rising under your skin.

A few moments later, Jason followed, his footsteps quick, but unhurried like he knew you'd run, but he also knew you'd stop.

Without a word, he draped his jacket over your shoulders as if it were second nature, the lingering warmth of his body seeping into your skin.

"You okay? You sick? I can hold your hair back if you need," Jason offered, his voice softer than usual, laced with something close to concern.

You were quiet, too quiet for his liking. He didn’t like not knowing what was going on in your head, especially when you looked like that.

“I’m fine.”

“Then what happened?”

“It’s just… I got jealous.”

“Of what?" he replied then claps his hands over his mouth as if he's got it, "Oh damn, I didn’t mean to hog the drinks." But alas, he was as dense as ever to what was actually going on.

“Not that, Jason… I was jealous of her.”

“Her?” He blinked, confusion flickering across his face as he tried to piece it together.

“The girl you were talking to, she was all over you, and…”

“Why would that be a problem?” Jason asked, brows furrowed in genuine confusion.

“Because I like you!”

He let out a short laugh. “Of course you do, we’re best friends.”

His simple way of thinking had always been equal parts endearing and infuriating. Even now, when you were practically screaming how much you liked him to his face, he still didn’t get it.

“No, Jason. I like you. I love you. I’m in love with you,” you say, making sure there’s no possible way he could misunderstand this time. 

He’s silent, his gaze distant as he processes everything you've just laid out, but the quiet stretches too long. You feel your heart tighten with uncertainty, the weight of your confession pressing down on you.

As you turned away, your steps slow, your mind racing with the fear of rejection. You heard him call your name, soft and uncertain, but you don’t turn back.

You kept walking, each step harder than the last. If you knew that you’d die that night, maybe you would’ve stuck around to hear what he had to say. 

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The weight of your thoughts was unbearable; you couldn’t keep running anymore. So, you finally decide to go see Jason. How could you live your eternal life without confronting the one you left behind?

You knock on his door, your heart pounding in your chest, the anxiety rising as each second stretches longer and longer. Hearing him approach from behind the door makes your breath hitch, the sound of his footsteps all too familiar, your heart racing in anticipation.

When the door opens, you come face to face with Jason. You thought of him every night, replaying every moment, every smile, every word you’d shared. His messy blonde hair, his strong yet gentle presence, and those kind, brown eyes that always seemed to see straight through you.

The moment he sees you, alive and well, his face lights up, a flicker of disbelief crossing his features before a wide grin spreads across his face. It’s as if the weight of the world lifts off his shoulders, and in that one look, you can see the relief, the joy, the longing that he’s been holding back.

“You’re… you’re really here?” he asks softly, his voice tinged with awe and something deeper, something you can’t quite place.

“I’m back,” You say weakly, thankful that you’re able to hold back the tears. Blood streaming across your face would definitely ruin the moment.

“You… Where on earth have you been? I– we all thought something happened to you.”

He reaches out to pull you into a hug, but he doesn’t get the chance as an invisible barrier stops you, slamming into your chest like a wall you can’t break through.

Jason’s face twists in confusion before realisation dawns, his expression shifting from shock to something heavier.

“You’re a… fanger.”

“Jason…” his name barely leaves your lips, a plea wrapped in regret. You see the look on his face, the look you had been dreading ever since vampirism became your new reality. He was looking at you like you were a stranger, like you weren’t the girl he ran wild with, the girl that comforted him after his parents died, like you weren’t his best friend.

“I didn’t ask for any of this!”

“I… I don’t know what to say, okay?” His eyes flicker with a mix of confusion and pain. “You’re still you, but you're not the same. I never thought I’d see you like this.”

“But you said it yourself, I’m still the same me.”

“With razor sharp fangs and a need for human blood! I just… I don’t know how to be around you when you're like this.”

“Jason–”

“You should go. I don’t… I can’t see you anymore,” he replies quickly, his voice cracking, and before you can respond, he slams the door in your face. As you walk away, you hear him try to stifle his tears, cracking open a beer to numb the pain. You wonder if you’ll ever be the person he could love again.

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You wander around the streets of Bon Temps all night thinking about him, your mind racing with a thousand thoughts, each one more painful than the last. You always find yourself outside his house at one point or another, out of sight, listening to him, watching him. Never in your life did you think you’d lose your best friend and end up becoming his stalker.

But little did you know he was thinking about you too. How much he missed you, how long he had wanted to see you again after you disappeared from his world. But things were different now, you were different, and the vampire you are now and the girl you once were were clashing with one another.

You needed a second opinion, you needed Sookie.

When you got to her place, she was a calming presence, inviting you in with a warm smile and hugging you tightly, like you hadn’t felt in such a long time. Her arms felt like home, which is something you gravely missed. After everything you’d been through, a moment of comfort was like a breath of fresh air.

Over a cup of tea and a bottle of Tru Blood, you let the silence hang between you for a moment, the quiet only broken by the occasional clink of your mug. You had so many questions, so many things you needed to understand.

“With you and Bill, how does that work? How can you love someone that’s dead?” you ask, your voice filled with uncertainty.

Sookie looks at you thoughtfully before answering. "It’s the same as loving the living, just... different. There’s a depth to it, something you can’t explain unless you feel it. It’s not about life and death, it’s about connection."

You nod, absorbing her words. You wanted to believe it. But then, the frustration bubbles up. “Can you tell your boneheaded brother that? No offense, but–”

“No offense taken,” Sookie interrupts with a small smile, before her expression softens. "But trust me, he’ll come around. He loves you, truly. Sometimes, the hardest part is just letting people see that part of you. Especially when they’re scared of what’s changed."

Her words hit you harder than you expected. The weight of her understanding, the way she accepted both her reality and Bill’s, made it feel like maybe, just maybe, there was still hope for you and Jason even if it didn’t look the way you imagined.

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You show up at his door, your heart pounding in your chest, anxiety and fear mixing in a tight knot. You’ve been waiting for this moment, gathering the courage to face him after everything that’s happened. You need him to understand, to hear you out, and maybe, just maybe, let you explain.

“Please talk to me, Jay,” you say, your voice fragile, trembling just slightly as you stand in front of him, your eyes searching his, hoping for some sign of recognition, some flicker of the connection you once had. He opens the door slowly, his eyes meeting yours. “Hey.”

“I’m happy you opened the door,” you say, your voice soft, accompanied by a small smile. He returns it, though it’s a bit uncomfortable, like he's unsure of where this conversation is heading.

“Sook said you came by. She talked a little sense into me and I…” He trails off, unsure how to continue, but before he can finish, the sound of footsteps behind you breaks the moment.

You both turn in shock as the door bursts open violently. A vampire, eyes glowing red, snarls, lunging toward Jason with lightning speed. The man sniffs the air, his sharp gaze locking onto Jason, a twisted smile spreading across his face.

“What do we have here?” the vampire sneers, his voice dripping with malice. 

Instinct kicks in. You rush forward, knocking the vampire away before it can try and glamour him with all the force you can muster. The vampire recovers immediately, his eyes narrowing as he takes a step closer, the sinister smile never leaving his face. He inhales deeply, his sharp nostrils flaring. “Why won’t you share? He smells delicious.”

“He’s mine. Back off.”

The other vampire snarls at you, his eyes flashing with fury. With a swift motion, he pulls out a silver chain from beneath his jacket; no wonder he was wearing gloves. You don’t have time to react before he wraps the chain around your neck, yanking you toward him, cutting off your breath and burning your skin. 

You gasp for air, struggling to break free, but it’s useless. Your hands claw at the chain as it tightens, but then, you feel another sharp, burning pain. Looking down, you notice a silver dagger plunged into your abdomen, the cold steel slicing through your flesh with brutal precision. Pain rips through your body, and your vision begins to blur. 

Jason’s shout rings out, breaking through the chaos. You hear footsteps rushing towards you, but you can barely register anything through the overwhelming fog. You can only feel the hot rush of blood spilling from your wound, the cold metal searing into your flesh, and the pressure of the chain around your throat.

“Get your damn hands off her!”

Jason steps out onto his porch with a fury in his eyes, and in an act of anger, he breaks the wooden chair on his porch and rushes over to you. Too focused on killing you, he barely notices Jason sneak up behind him.

“I’m hers, dead fuck.”

Before the vampire can react, Jason drives the makeshift wooden stake deep into his back, piercing straight through his heart. The creature crumbles to the ground with a tortured screech, exploding into a bloody pile of mush, but you barely have the strength to register it.

Jason drops to his knees beside you, pulling the silver off of you. “You need to stay with me,” he urges, his voice desperate, but the words are slipping through your consciousness like water. Whatever the silver dagger was laced with is taking its toll. Every inch of your body feels cold, heavy, like you’re being pulled under.

He lifts you into his arms with a cry of urgency, holding you close. "I... I invite you in." His words are shaky, but clear, and for the first time, there’s something in his voice you can’t ignore, the fear of losing you.

With trembling hands, he crosses the threshold of the door, pulling you inside. You feel the strange sensation of crossing the boundary, and you allow yourself to pass through the doorway as your vision grows dim.

He gently lays you on the couch, and the room tilts. "My blood," he mutters, his voice full of hope and fear. "That’ll heal you right up, right?"

“I…I shouldn’t…”

“You’re weak and hungry and I don’t want you dying on me...again.”

Cute. If you had more energy, you would’ve laughed. 

“I can’t…I won’t lose you, I’ve lost too many people. I need you to feed on me.” The raw desperation in his voice, the vulnerability, the way he's looking at you, how could you resist? It’s like he’s offering himself, willingly, to you, and it shatters the last of your restraint.

You run your fingers down his skin, feeling the warmth, the pulse of his blood rushing just beneath. Every beat of his heart is like a whisper calling to you, urging you closer. Your fangs come out, and he flinches involuntarily, his neck exposed to you, and you could smell it, that beautiful nectar, flowing through his body.

You graze his neck, delighting in seeing him shiver before you bite down. The moment your fangs sink in, you hear a loud moan escape his lips, but you’re too consumed by the hunger, by the craving that’s been gnawing at you for so long. His fingers grip your waist, like he didn’t want you to go anywhere. 

But, as the rush of blood fills you, something inside pulls you back, and you reluctantly pull away, your breath shaky, eyes filled with guilt. He’s panting, his hand still resting on your waist, but there’s confusion and a hint of desire in his gaze.

“Why did you pull away?” he asks, his voice low, a hint of pleading beneath it.

“I don’t want you dying on me either, what if I took too much?” you say, your voice cracking slightly. The last thing you want is to hurt him because you couldn’t control yourself. Jason smiles, his goofy little grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he offers you his neck again. 

“I trust you.”

You hesitate but go back in for more, suckling at the bite marks you had left, and as more blood fills your mouth, you feel your energy and strength return to you. 

“So…I’m yours now? Same as Bill and Sookie?”

You pull back from him and look deeply into his eyes, “If you want to be.”

“I wanna be.”

Without hesitation, you bite your wrist and hold it up to his mouth, “Hold on now, if this is some freaky vampire sex shit…I’m in.”

You roll your eyes because, of course, that’s where his mind went. 

“It’s just so that if you’re in danger, I’ll be able to find you. You’re a hot commodity, Jason Stackhouse.”

He puffs up with his usual “Jason Stackhouse” confidence and trademark smirk, “Why yes, I am.”

Taking your wrist gently, he drinks deeply, and you shiver at the sensation. Sharing your blood with each other was unlike anything you had ever done. It felt raw and intimate, like the two of you were now connected in a way that went beyond words.

“You taste good,” Jason murmurs, simply a little dazed from the intensity of the moment.

“So do you,” chuckling at his breathless smile.

He leans his head against the top of yours, and you almost cry at how familiar it all feels, how domestic. 

“Holy shit, I guess that means I love a vampire now.”

“You love me?” You say softly, your heart leaping in your chest. This was all you had wanted him to say after all your years of fawning over him. You feel like everything could finally fall into place.

“Of course I do, and I mean I’m in love with you. I think it took you telling me to finally realise it. Then you disappeared, and it was like I was empty.”

“I was empty without you, too. I wanted to see you so badly, but I was scared.”

He pets your head and pulls you closer, making you feel safe and secure. The gentle rhythm of his hand in your hair calms you, and you feel the tension in your body melt away.

“We’re on the right track now, at least.”

You wipe a trace of your blood off his cheek and smile, “Yeah, yeah we are.”

“We should probably clean up the body outside, though,” You comment, glancing nervously towards the door. 

“And we will, but first, how about a little celebration?” Jason says with a wiggle of his eyebrows, and you would never turn down a celebration with him.

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In your Dreams

Summary: After an almost fatal incident your friends can’t do anything but request the “person” you mostly despised to save your life. You just didn’t expected ending up in this situation.

Pairing: f!reader x Vampire! Daryl

Warnings: oral (female), bitting, thigh bitting, femoral artery, mentions of accidents, smut, blood drinking, blood, enemies to vampire bonded thang (?), swearing. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

A/N: This Vamp! Daryl is in the universe of True Blood, so it means vamp blood cure and all the other rules from this universe applies here. Not saying much more or I’ll give away the plot lol

Also, Daryl got a little half-bro here. Jason Stackhouse-Dixon, cause yes in my mind Jason looks a lot like young Daryl, bye!

The pleasurable sensation irradiated from your heat throughout your whole body, your hand firmly grasping his brown locks while he worked his tongue and fingers in your cunt. The sounds and profanities that left your mouth were sinful and unspeakable. Soon you felt a sharp pain in your thigh, right at your femoral artery and you could feel your blood flowing directly into his mouth.

Anyone would guess it hurt and that the moment was ruined, but it wasn’t. You didn’t know if it could get any more pleasurable, but it did. Out of your mind you pressured your thigh against his mouth, if it depended of only that moment he could suck you dry and you wouldn’t mind. The pace his fingers still worked coming in and out of you, his thumb pressing your clit, oh, so precisely and his mouth sucking and licking you. Your body shaked, you whimpered and screamed while your walls contracted his fingers, and you saw nothing but pleasure.

Until he raised from between your thighs and you could see his handsome bloody face. Daryl Dixon.

You woke up startled. What the freaking fuckering was that? How could you have erotic dreams with HIM? From all the people in the world, him???? You wouldn’t mind having the hottest of the dreams with some of the ‘finest’ gentlemen from the town, but Daryl Dixon was everything but a gentleman. You prayed you hadn’t moaned or anything during sleep, cause you knew he would be able to hear if you did, you were in the same house afterwards.

You looked for your bedside watch and it was already night, you had slept the whole day. Shit. It was expected, you had lost so much blood after being attacked, drinking his blood sent you in a slumber you wasn’t expecting, being cured just made your body relax and take the rest if needed so much.

Half an hour later you went downstairs, some of the humana around and some of the vamps too. Once you entered the kitchen your eyes found Jason Stackhouse-Dixon, Daryl’s lil brother, and something occurred to you… he had drunk vampire blood before, he’d know something about it.

“Good evening, sleepyhead!” He greeted as you approached him. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine… I guess.” You vaguely answered. “I need to ask you something…”

“Yeah?” He opened a beer bottle for him and Abraham.

“What exactly are the side effects of drinking vampire blood?” You practically whispered.

“Well… there are plenty of them. Your senses become heightened, you may have hallucinations, the vampire will be able to feel if you’re in danger and…”he was enumerating the ‘symptons’.

“And waking up with a moist mountain after dreaming of praying with the knees upward.” Abraham completed after sip on his beer.

You stared at him blankly, the gears in your brain trying to understand whatever he tried to tell you. “He means, having wet dreams.” Jason spoke after clearing his throat.

Oh! You have almost forgotten Abraham dated Rosita, who was a vampire, so of course he would know. Before Jason connected the reason of your question with the embarrassment on your face, Daryl entered the kitchen and went to fridge to get a bottle of Tru Blood.

“Good evening sunshine, how did ya sleep?” He leaned on the counter a smirk on his face. He knew. God, he probably even had the same dream. You didn’t know what were the rules of this connection thing you now had with him.

“Awfully.” That was the only answer you could give while images from your dream came to your mind and blush crept through your face.

“Nah, it looks like ya slept too damn well.” He told you, that freaking smirk never leaving his lips.

“Next time I’m almost dead, y’all better let me die.” You advised the others in the room. No way, you wanted his blood in you again. No way, you wanted to experience those wonderful sensations from your dream. No way, you got curious about how would it feel in real life. No way!

“In your dreams, sunshine!” Daryl shout at your back while you left the kitchen bothered, flustered and hot with the recent happenings.

Final Note: It all sounded a lot better when inside my mind. Thank you so much @celtic-crossbow for the help with Abe’s language 🩷

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True Blood characters seeing your top scars

Bill Compton

Ok he’s a little confused

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

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

Asks Sookie for help. He’s trying his best

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

During sex he likes to like them

Eric Northman

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

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

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

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

He simply likes to admire them!

Literally will not let you hate them

Sam Merlotte

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alcide Herveaux

“You’re trans? Cool 👍🏻” Type shit fr

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

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

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

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

Will help you tape them up if wanted!

Jason Stackhouse

He doesn’t really express an opinion at first.

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

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

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

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

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

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Forget Me | Jason Stackhouse

Summary; they should no longer be together, but Jason will not let his love go. And that gives her no other option than to make the decision for him.

Warnings; angst, heartbreak, break up, crying, mentions of death and gore

He was a good man, a deputy now. Jason Stackhouse had done what he had always managed to do; succeed by scaling up the ladder.

There was nothing that he couldn’t handle, or at least that is what the people of the town may have thought, and perhaps him too.

But this, this was not easy, it was not acceptable. Not when he came home, his clothes lathered in camp guts, and his footsteps marked in their red tragedy.

He was killing vampires, one by one, slaying them as though he thought he was Buffy. It was unsettling, and sickening all together.

The smell alone had you heaving in disgust, your face wrinkling in both horror and fear.

If he could so easily throttle a blood sucking stranger, he could do anything. And that included picking you from the planet, same as them.

You were no different from his victims, whether they were killers or not. All of you consumed blood, whether it be that True stuff, or the real thing.

All of you carried V in your veins, like walking drugs. They were your kin, the lines of your makers going back far, and distantly connecting to make some messed up family tree.

“Let me just get in the shower quick, and we can get started on dinner.” The blonde smiled, it was always a shared experience; cooking together, even if you were not one to ingest the creation.

“Jason.” His name felt like a plea as it fell over your lips. He froze, unsure of why your tone sounded so meek, and uncertain in general.

“What is if darling.” He took a bloody step forward, only for you to take two more backwards in return.

“We can’t be together anymore.” His brown eyes widened, unexpecting of the news that you had just delivered him. “I don’t think that this - us, is working anymore.”

Jason sighed, raking one of his rough hands through his inside greased hair. It was a convicting notion, a guilty one as more of his skin was lathered in the remains of his victim.

“Darling, settle down and tell me what this is about.” There was a crease in the middle of his brows, confusion written over his firm face.

“You, and your hunt for vampires.” You gulped at voicing what frightened you, fearing that he would snap and envision you as another body that was overdue on its existence.

“I’m protecting the town, it’s my duty.” Jason retorted. “Now, don’t go, otherwise you’ll break my heart, I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you, and I don’t want to lose something so good and pure.”

“There’s nothing pure about it.” You spoke, knowing that one day you may regret your words, but not now as they came splurging out. “Because I’m a vampire too, and I know that you try and forget that, but it’s the truth. And I don’t know if I’ll wake up and the curtains will be open, crisping my skin to dust, or you’ll awaken me with a good morning kiss and a stake to the heart.”

Your shoulders drop, relieved that finally all had been revealed, and you were carrying no more weight upon them. Except for him, he was the heaviest of the load, and you’d be damned if you couldn’t lose him too.

It’s not like you wanted to, but it was the right option for your own survival. You could never be sure with humans, you remembered how it was when you were one.

It was all about greed and lust, the corruptness of the world that could end a life, or vastly richen one.

“You know me.” Was his shirt argument, one that hardly seemed convincing since you were not sure that you did anymore. “I’d never lay a finger on you, it’s my last intention. You have to believe me y/n, please!”

“Last intentions become pretty important when you invest your all into it. And I’d rather not take the risk, goodby Jason.” You went to turn your back, but a sob cracked through the air.

The Jason Stackhouse was crying, tears falling from his eyes like rain, running down his face in streaks. “Please don’t.”

“It’s okay Jay, I’ll make it easier for the both of us.” You stepped closer, looking directly into his eyes as though it were the last time, feeling them connect and stretch to your own.

“I, y/n y/l/n, as nothing to you, besides another vampire. You will not remember anything explicit nor romantic between the two of us, it’s all gone. There is no relationship, or love, only a single deputy, that has his head on straight and no intentions to get with me.”

Now you could turn, and allow your words to sink into his mind, compelling it to believe something other than the truth.

The truth was nonsense, it was dangerous. It was cruel, and it would have broken him to keep those memoirs rattling around in his brain. You gave him peace, as he had to many of your kind.

It in fact was not easier for the both of you, only him. He no longer had to live with the memories, good or bad, that came flashing through your skull like a memorial tribute.

It was the end and you were just another vampire. And if he wanted to kill you, he would.

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“Jay, come here baby.” You called out from the bathroom; it had been a long day and it just kept getting worse. You were exhausted from your shift at Merlotte’s; your pregnant body just couldn’t handle it.

Jason practically ran in the room and saw you on the floor, “What’s wrong? Do I need to call the doctor? Is it the baby?” He was frantically asking questions.

“No. The baby is fine. I just got dizzy and had to sit down. I just need help getting to bed.” You sighed at how helpless you were. The doctor had said to take it easy and lately you hadn’t been.

Jason squatted and picked you up to take you to the bed, “I love you baby. I’m so happy you’re my girl.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and you smiled. Jason was always the best at showing lots of affection. You adored him of course.

“I love you too, Mr. Stackhouse. I can’t wait to meet our little boy.” You smiled as you put your hands over the growing bump.

“And I know he can’t wait to meet his mama either.” He kissed you and stood up, “I’ll go make some dinner or something. Okay?”

You nodded; Jason had been picking up a lot of slack around the house with you feeling so poorly. He was gonna be a great dad. You just knew it in your bones.

Soon enough, Jason walked into the bedroom with soup on a tray and a little velvet box next to it. You sat up to try and see it better, but Jason took it and got on one knee.

Your eyes welled with tears as he started to say, “Y/N Y/L/N, I am so in love with you. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?” He opened the box containing a diamond ring.

You started to sob and jumped up into his arms, “Of course! Yes! A million times yes!” You peppered him with kisses.

“I love you so much darlin.”

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The Valuable Sun | Chapter 22 (The End)

Summary: Witches never die.

Pairing: Eric x OC

Warnings: 18+

A/N: Please, note that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there.

Words: 6228

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Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21

Adapting to being a vampire wasn’t so hard for Brooklynne. Perhaps because she wasn’t really a vampire, but rather a vampire-fairy hybrid who, aside from being immortal, was as human as she used to be.

She didn’t fear the sun, she ate human food and didn’t have to rely on blood to survive. The hardest part of her transition was that everything was heightened. Her sight, her hearing, her strength… She was faster than lightning, and, since apparently it was a hereditary talent, she could fly, like her maker. A talent she’d have to learn to control, and a talent which Pam was jealously unequipped with.

To the rest of the world, Brooke was just another mortal, weird like her sister, maybe gifted with telepathy for those who believed in those sorts of things. But to her family, to her loved ones, she was the strongest creature on Earth, and, therefore, the weakest.

Eric’s worry was loud and made him even more unpleasant than before. With other people, that is. He took extra care of Brooklynne, who felt like a little girl again, who wasn’t allowed to leave her house because she’d get too distracted to even remember her own name.

Fortunately for her, Eric could not control her days, which she spent with her sister at Merlotte’s. It had been a week now, since she had become a vampire, and the only abnormal behavior she showed was an extreme appetite. She could not stop eating, and she almost emptied Sam’s kitchen, not that he would ever complain about it.

“Look at you,” Arlene said as she walked behind the bar to grab a bottle of alcohol. “You wouldn’t be expecting a happy event, would you?”

Brooklynne almost choked on her chicken wing and Arlene laughed as the hybrid coughed and wiped the mess she had made.

“What? No!”

“I’m just kidding ya. I know you can’t get pregnant. Not while you’re with that vampire of yours…”

Brooklynne watched the waitress walk away and disappear in the hallway, leaving a wave of disapproval behind her.

“Fuck you too,” she mumbled under her breath.

“What was that?” Sookie asked, approaching her with a plate she put down on the bar.

“Nothing.”

“What did Arlene want?”

“To make sure I knew how much she hates my kind.”

“To be fair, you’re the first and only one of your kind.”

“Wanna join me?”

“No, thanks,” she swiftly dismissed the mere idea, “hey, isn’t Eric supposed to be here already?”

“Yeah. I guess there was an emergency at Fangtasia. He’s not answering my texts.”

“Well, that’s weird.”

“Not really,” she shrugged. “It’s Halloween. He says there’s always some shit happening on Halloween.”

“When did you start using those words?” Sookie sighed. “You weren’t always so vulgar.”

Her sister laughed. “Sorry. I’m just repeating what he said.”

“Anyway, I have to take out the trash before I leave, want me to drive you?”

“Sure, why not? I’ll join you outside.”

Brooklynne finished her plate, then her drink in one go, before leaving some cash on the bar. She walked across the restaurant and exited through the back door. There, she found her sister and Holly talking about Marnie. Brooke rolled her eyes.

“What’s going on?”

“Hey, Brooklynne.”

“What’s up Holly?”

“Oh, nothing, honey. We were just talking about… well… we just have a bad feeling, is all.”

“It’s probably nothing,” Sookie waved it off.

“Yeah. We’re just spooked because it’s Halloween and all.”

Screeching tires drew their attention towards Tara’s car who had just parked in a panic. Brooklynne didn’t know if it was the previous spooky talk, or just Tara’s look as she ran towards them, but she was starting to have a bad feeling as well.

“Tara?” Sookie called. “Tara what is it? What happened?”

“She’s back!”

“Who’s back, honey?”

“Marnie.”

“Marnie’s dead,” Brooklynne rolled her eyes. “I should know, I killed her myself.”

“She killed Jesus,” Tara started crying. “I think she’s inside Lafayette.”

Sookie turned slowly towards her little sister, who oddly appeared to stand taller than her for once.

“Don’t look at me, I’m no witch. I wouldn’t know the first thing about getting that bitch out of Lafayette.”

“No, Brooke… Eric’s not answering his phone.”

If Brooklynne ever doubted her heart was still beating, she sure had the answer now, as it felt like it skipped a beat as she realized what her sister was saying.

“No,” she scoffed in disbelief. “He’d kill Lafayette on the spot.”

“I’m gonna try to call Bill,” the waitress said as she took out her phone.

Brooklynne shook her head, maybe to try and throw the mere idea of Eric being in any kind of danger away, as she took out her own cellphone.

“Bill’s not answering,” Sookie said, now even more panicked than before.

“Eric either…”

“Well, do we know where they could be?” Holly asked.

Sookie took a deep breath as she remembered what Bill had told her earlier: ‘I’ll be waiting for you at home. My men will let you in.’

“Yes. We do.”

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 Vampires were supposed to heal fast. So fast that they could barely feel pain. Which is why this headache was doubly irritating for Brooklynne. Between the busy minds of her sister, Holly and Tara, whom she was riding with, her own head felt like it was about to explode. Filled with worry and incomprehension, she kept asking herself if she should just get out of the car and run to Bill’s house on her own. She’d already be there.

“You can’t. If Tara and Holly find out you’re a vampire, it won’t be a secret anymore.”

“Who cares at this point? Eric could die any second now!”

“Pam might already be there.”

“If he wanted either of us there, he’d had already called us. Which means he’s in real danger, Marnie is not kidding around, she’s aiming to kill!”

“Don’t remind me. I’m driving you to her!”

“She won’t have a chance to hurt me. She’ll be dead before…”

“You can’t kill her like last time, Brooke. She’s inside Lafayette. We need to trust Holly, she knows how this works.”

“No, she doesn’t, are you listening to her? She’s got a bag full of salt and a mouth full of ‘maybes’. What if she has no clue how to deal with this?”

“Either way, we’re not killing Lafayette.”

“If killing Lafayette is the only way to save Eric, I will do it myself.”

“Are you hearing yourself? You’re talking about killing Lafayette! Our friend! Tara’s cousin!”

“Sorry, Sook. But it’s not a hard choice. Not even a little bit.”

Brooklynne did her best to shut her sister’s disapproving thoughts out of her head, she knew it all already. Of course, she wouldn’t be happy about killing Lafayette. Of course, she’d rather Holly’s plan worked. But if it didn’t, if she had to choose between watching Marnie/Lafayette kill Eric or kill her/him herself, she wouldn’t lose sleep over it. She stopped for a second, a very brief second, and wondered if she’d had thought the same as a human/fairy. If she had been in that situation a month ago, what would she have done? She knew what she would have done. She’d have been too weak to fight off Marnie. She’d have been too weak to save Eric.

She wasn’t going to be weak tonight.

“Any of you got a mirror?” Holly asked as she did the inventory of her Wiccan first aid-kit.

“You ever done this before?” Sookie asked as she handed her a small mirror she found in her purse.

“Goddess, no,” the waitress replied as she shoved the mirror into her bag, next to the salt and the sage. “Usually, I just light a candle and ask the spirits to make sure my boys don’t end up in jail or knock somebody up.”

Sookie could hear her sister scoff and roll her eyes next to Holly, a “what did I say?” echoing inside of her head.

“But so far, that’s worked out okay.”

“Maybe you’re just a good mother,” Brooke mumbled.

“Oh, thanks honey.”

Brooklynne frowned as the mother of two gave her a nervous smile, her lack of faith in her Wiccan religion completely oblivious to her.

“Sook, you can’t let them hurt him,” Tara begged. “If Bill and Eric find out Marnie’s inside Lafayette…”

“I have a feeling they already know…”

Tara stepped on the accelerator. They were only a couple of minutes away. Brooklynne kept trying to reach her maker through their bond, but the silence she was met with only helped widening the pit in her stomach.

Tara stopped the car at the gates of Bill’s property and the four women jumped out of the vehicle, Holly, her bag of magic tricks on her shoulder.

Brooklynne, though she had been patient until then, didn’t even think twice about disappearing on them as soon as she smelled wood and straw.

“Eric!”

She found them tied up together to a pyre, half naked, silver chains around their bare chest.

“What are you doing here? You need to go, now!”

“Are you crazy? I’m not leaving without you!”

“Brooklynne!” Sookie called as she caught up to her sister, Holly and Tara behind her.

“Are you kidding me? You didn’t think to tell us you were a vampire?” Tara started to yell.

“She can’t be, she was at the bar all day long!” Holly said, confused, and a little bit scared.

They didn’t get the time to argue about it any more, however, as Marnie appeared before them.

“As your friend Lafayette would say, what goes around comes around, bitches.”

“I’m gonna kill you, you crazy bitch.”

“You already have,” Marnie replied with surprising calm. “Thank you for coming.”

Marnie/Lafayette raised a hand and waved it once to the left. Brooklynne felt her feet get off the floor and was sent flying across the garden where she collided with a tree.

Eric and Sookie called her name, in useless worry. She was back up on her feet in a matter of seconds.

“Lafayette!”

Tara received a deathly stare from the dead witch inside her cousin, and she gulped.

“… and Marnie. Please, don’t do this.”

“After all they’ve done to you, you protect them?”

“Killing Bill and Eric isn’t gonna make any of that go away.”

“Revenge will never bring you peace,” Eric told her.

“There can’t be peace until there is justice for me, for Antonia, for all the women you tortured and burned for centuries!”

Taking advantage of the moment, Holly started drawing a circle of salt around the pyre as Marnie had her back turned to her.

“All to repress a magic that’s older and more powerful than your very existence.”

“Marnie, what will this serve?” Bill, who saw Holly and understood the plan, asked, to help distract her. “There are millions of us, more being made every night. You cannot win.”

“I’m already dead, vampire. Thanks to you and your friends, I have nothing left to lose.”

Marnie lowered her head and raised her hands in the air as she casted three more words “incendia of sanctimonia”.

“No!” Brooke and Sookie screamed as they tried to make their way to the now burning pyre. But the fire Marnie had just started only grew bigger as they reached it. Brooklynne dragged her sister away from it as Tara joined them.

“Stop it,” she yelled. “It’s still Lafayette!”

“I don’t care,” Brooke growled as she raised a hand, a blinding light coming out of it, hitting Lafayette/Marnie in the chest, pushing them far away. It didn’t stop the fire, to her biggest disappointment.

Holly finished the circle of salt, joining them back to her starting point, as Marnie sat up, now, neither looking like Lafayette or herself, but with a painted face of some sort of creature.

“Give me your hands, now!”

Hesitantly, Tara joined the three women in a circle, taking the hand of the two sisters in her own. Immediately, they started chanting.

“Spirits who watch over us, friends, family, ancestors, guardians of the gate, with this rite we evoke thee through the veil of Samhain, we call thee forth.”

Again and again, they chanted, keeping Marnie out of the circle, however, doing nothing to stop the fire that was burning the two vampires next to them.

As the dead witch growled and the immortals screamed out of pain, spirits appeared in the cemetery near them, walking the earth once more, to join them in their battle. Sookie kept an eye open on Bill, while Brooklynne focused on Eric, doing her best not to break the circle and jump in the fire herself to get him out of there.

“Marnie.”

The summoned spirits stood in the forest, behind Marnie, calling her, only one, however, getting her attention: Antonia.

“Marnie.”

Lafayette’s face changed back to normal as the painted face of the creature disappeared, Marnie, making her way to the ghost of her former partner.

“My sister.”

“You came back to me…” she said, and the witch smiled. “I knew you would.”

Antonia’s eyes moved from Lafayette/Marnie to the burning pyre, and from where she stood blew out the fire as easily as she would have blown off the candles on a birthday cake.

“Antonia, no!”

Brooklynne didn’t wait one more second as she made her way to her maker, ripped off the silver chains tying the vampires to the still hot death trap. Eric’s knees were too weak and she caught him as he fell. However, no one was there to catch the King, who fell off the pyre and onto the hard ground. Sookie was quickly by his side.

“Are you okay?”

“Crispy.”

“Why the hell didn’t you call me? Or Pam?”

“So you could have burned with me? Not a great plan.”

“Not asking for help isn’t a plan at all!”

Off the pyre and back on the ground, Eric enjoyed the feeling of his burning bare feet on the cold grass. Brooke helped him kneel down.

“What the hell am I supposed to do without you? Don’t you dare die on me now that I’m immortal!”

“I’d rather die knowing that you’re safe, than die after watching you get killed.”

“And I’d rather die than spend immortality without you, so don’t you ever do that again!”

“Alright. I’ll try not to get burned alive by the crazy ghost of a witch again. That I can promise you.”

“Shut up and drink,” she rolled her eyes as she kneeled beside him and offered him her wrist.

The witches were still talking on the other side of the circle, and whatever Antonia was saying, Marnie didn’t want to hear it.

“All creatures have their purpose, even vampires.”

“How can you say that? They murdered us!”

“Their cruelty served its purpose: to bring you and I together. And now I am here to take you home.”

“I’m not finished yet.”

“Oh, yes you are.”

That voice. Brooklynne knew that voice. She turned her head, but whoever it was, she was hidden behind the pyre. However, Sookie could see her perfectly.

“Gran?”

“Holy Goddess.”

“Holy shit.”

Eric released Brooke’s hand so that she could get up and see for herself, Adele, her grandmother, make her way to Lafayette, put her hand in his mouth and reach down his throat. She took out a black fog which she threw away behind her. Once it reached the ground, it turned into Marnie.

“I don’t wanna go. I am not ready. Please!” she begged as she stood up.

“I was trapped between world for 400 years… lost and driven mad by my rage. I do not want that for you.”

“And what about what I want?! Nobody cares what I want! All my life, I’ve been afraid. And who wouldn’t be? With dead people murmuring in my ears, making me deliver your messages… making me into a freak! A creepy, pathetic, terrified mess muttering to herself in the corner.”

“But that is not who you are anymore.”

“No. That’s right. I’m not afraid anymore. I’ve got real power now. And you want to take that away from me?” she cried. “You want them to win?”

“Oh, Marnie,” Antonia said as she took Marnie’s face between her hands, “Marnie, can’t you see? Life is pain. But soon, all you have suffered and feared will be meaningless. You will be at peace. But them…”

“… they’ll be stuck here. Forever.”

“And there is no victory in that.”

A tear or two fell down Marnie’s cheeks as she screamed. “Oh, this fucking sucks.”

“Come on.”

Antonia took Marnie’s hand and led her down to the forest where the other spirits were waiting for her. Adele followed them.

“Gran!”

Sookie and Brooklynne called after her, hoping to make her stay.

“Please don’t go,” Sookie cried.

“I have to, dear.”

“I’m so lost without you. I don’t know what to do.”

“Yes, you do. Look at your sister. She’s got it all figured out,” she said as she smiled, proudly, at Brooklynne.

“Oh, Gran… I’m so sorry.”

“For what, dear?”

Brooklynne sniffed and shrugged, hoping her grandmother was proud of her, of who she had become.

“Answer’s where it always is. In your heart. Being alone, it ain’t nothing to be afraid of, my girls. We’re all alone, at the end.”

She smiled at them one last time before joining the spirits back to the cemetery and her granddaughters watch her leave them with tears in their eyes.

Brooke felt a hand slide on her waist, and she took it, as Eric pulled her towards him.

“No offense to your grandmother, but neither one of us will be alone at the end.”

Brooke chuckled as she wiped the tears off her face with the back of her hand.

“This is the worst night ever.”

“Well,” he said as he turned her around and wiped one last tear with his thumb, “the night is still young.”

 ***

 Eric had no idea how right he was. Well, maybe he did, a little. He knew what was coming. For him, for Bill. For Brooklynne. They were coming for their heads.

He hadn’t said a word, but Brooklynne knew too. She wasn’t used to being able to read his mind, and it mostly just happened, she couldn’t control it. He was thinking about it, so hard, as he was drinking her blood, in Bill’s living room. She could hear her sister break up with Bill in the other room, and she just wished she could tune them out. Hearing Bill cry made her feel sick.

“Are you sure they’re coming after you too? It wasn’t your fault.”

“They don’t care. I was caught on camera.”

“They destroyed all of that footage.”

“There are witnesses.”

“Glamour them.”

“It’s too late.”

“Then we should leave. Now.”

“And go where? They won’t stop until…”

“Brooklynne.”

The vampire-fairy hybrid turned to see her sister enter the room. Her eyes were red. And wet.

“I’m going home.”

“Okay. I’m staying here, with Eric.”

“You should go with her. There’s no reason for you to be here when…”

Brooklynne shot him a look that told him all he needed to know. She wasn’t going anywhere. She’d save him. Or die trying.

“Have a good night, Sook.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” her sister nodded as she waved, before she walked away.

“The AVL doesn’t know I’m a vampire. They can’t kill me. It’s against their own rules.”

“If you get in their way, if you show them what you can do…”

“Eric,” she stopped him, taking a step forward and placing a hand above his, “either we’re leaving town, or we’re staying. But we stay together.”

Eric sighed, defeated.

“Like you said, neither of us will be alone at the end.”

 ***

 Bill was back to being a cold bastard when he joined them in his living room. He sat in an armchair next to them, and they all kept a dreadful quiet as they enjoyed the last hour of their life.

Bill had nothing else to lose. He had just lost the only thing he wanted, the only thing he needed. Without Sookie, he had no reason to live. He wouldn’t fight the Authority, if they came knocking on his door with a true death warrant. Eric thought about his human life. His immortal life. Godric. Pam. Brooklynne. He thought about the life he had and the one he would never get. The life he dreamt of having with Brooklynne, and the one he could never give her. But Brooklynne wasn’t done fighting. She had barely started. She’d use all of her powers to kill them all, if need be. She felt strong enough. She never even took the time to ask herself if she could.

When the cars arrived, disturbing the silent night as they drove on the gravel driveway, they all felt like time had stopped. Like it was all decided, and they would either leave the house alive, or not at all.

Brooklynne suddenly felt like she had forgotten so many things. Her siblings. She should have said goodbye to them. But instead, she let Sookie go without even telling her she might never see her again. She was almost certain Eric was thinking the same way about Pam. But he knew if he had let her know about any of this, she’d had come, and he couldn’t do that to her. She deserved better.

At least, Bill had said his goodbye.

“This is it,” the King of Louisiana said as he straightened his suit.

“It’s been a crazy thousand years.”

Brooklynne scoffed dryly.

“I thought immortality would last longer.”

They followed Bill as he took the direction of the front door. He opened with a polite smile, a smile Brooklynne had dubbed “Bill’s political smile”.

Nan Flanagan was standing on the porch with a handful of heavily armed men and she looked pissed. She looked furious.

“Ms. Flanagan, we’ve been expecting you.”

Eric and Brooklynne appeared behind their king. It somehow seemed to make her angrier.

“Hi, Nan. And gay stormtroopers.”

Eric’s ability to make stupid jokes in moments such as this one was one of the reasons Brooklynne loved him so much.

“Perfect. Two birds, one stone,” she said as she entered the house, taking the direction of Bill’s office, followed by her guards.

Though Eric stayed silent, Brooklynne could feel his relief. Whatever Nan’s orders were, Brooklynne didn’t seem to be included in them.

The couple stepped in the crowded office, joining Bill’s side.

“The Marnie situation has been resolved, if that makes any difference,” Bill said.

“Ding, dong, the witch is dead,” Nan replied with a tone so sharp it would have given the true death to any vampire who got too close. “Yippee.”

“His Majesty showed great leadership in extremely perilous circumstances. You should be kissing his ring.”

“Why bother when your tongue’s already so far up his ass?”

Eric contemplated his options as his desire to kill the bitch grew stronger. Brooklynne was glad he controlled himself.

Nan gestured her guards to close the door and they stood before it, blocking the only exit. Brooklynne looked up at Eric who seemed to be as nervous as she was. This meant nothing good.

“I wish for one fucking night you could experience the litany of bullshit I’ve had to deal with. Then you’d have some idea of how little I give a fuck about your small-town witch infestation, or your whole backwoods kingdom, for that matter.”

“For someone who cares so little, you seem awfully pissed off.”

“Do I, Bill? Maybe that’s because I quit my fucking job!”

“You quit the AVL?” Eric asked, as baffled as Bill was.

“And the Authority.”

“No one quits the Authority,” Bill chuckled nervously.

“Quit, fired, same difference!”

“We assumed we were the ones to be terminated.”

“Oh, there’s been an order issued on your heads.”

Hearing those words, Brooklynne instinctively seized Eric’s hand.

“My last duty was supposed to be delivering the True Death to both of you. Of course, I realized I’d be next.”

She sighed, trying to control her anger. Failing.

“I have been alive for eight hundred and sixteen years. I refuse to be retired like a fat first wife!”

“Let me make sure I got this straight,” Eric said. “You’re mutinying against the American Vampire League and the Authority?”

“And you expect us to join you?”

“We won’t be alone,” she assured them. “There are factions inside the regime who have never been completely on board with the current agenda. Sheriff Northman knows what I’m talking about.”

Brooklynne frowned. So did Bill.

“What’s in it for us?” the Viking asked, undisturbed by the accusation.

Nan laughed. “Aside from surviving the night? How about your little fairy toy over there? And her sister.”

Their silence and cold stares didn’t faze her.

“Oh, come on. The mind reading, the microwave fingers? You didn’t think I knew what you were? There are at least a couple thousand vampires who would do almost anything to get a taste of your blood.”

“They’re welcome to try,” Brooklynne smirked.

In the next second, she had seized Bill’s paper knife and cut the throat of all of Nan’s human guards. Eric had wanted to do it, but she insisted, as it was her sister she was protecting.

“You’re a vampire?” Nan gasped, looking at her like she was an alien. Which… she was.

“Don’t. threaten. my sister.”

Bill armed himself with the fancy stake that was on display behind his seat, and stabbed Nan who exploded on the spot. There were pieces of her everywhere, the vampires were covered with her blood. Brooklynne took what looked like a tooth from her hair and threw it towards the pile of blood at her feet. She grimaced, then sighed.

“Can we leave now?”

 ***

 Leaving a voicemail to his progeny, Bill didn’t help Eric clean up the mess he had made of Nan Flanagan. Brooklynne stared at the fake window as her maker made sure to get rid of any evidence that would work against them in case of a trial. Though, if they ever got caught, they would not get the luxury of a trial. Their fate was already sealed, killing Nan was just going to buy them a little bit more time. Or so they thought.

As soon as they stepped out of the house, they fell into a silver trap. They were surrounded by a dozen heavily armed men who threw silver nets at Bill and Eric. They both cried out of pain and Brooklynne’s first instinct was to help her maker, but she was quickly pinned against the wall with unhuman strength.

The soldier took off his helmet and stared at her, right in the eyes, as he said: “go back inside, sit down and forget this ever happened”.

Her eyes grew big as she realized he was trying to glamour her. She could see in the corner of her eye that they were taking them away, towards the trunk of their black vehicle. There were too many soldiers there, all wearing protection gear and weapons that could kill a vampire in a second. She did her best to put the loud voice inside her head to rest. It killed her to ignore it, it almost destroyed her to not try anything to help Eric, but she knew if she tried anything, if she showed them she couldn’t be compelled, if she showed them what she really was, they’d either kill her or take her too, and she would never be able to help anyone again.

So, she did as he asked. She went back inside Bill’s house, sat on the first armchair she could find, and watched as they drove away.

She got up as soon as she was certain they wouldn’t be able to see her follow them. She stayed far enough away, running fast, faster than she ever thought she could run. She even tried to fly, but to no avail. She followed them out of Bon-Temps and into an empty road. It was the middle of the night, so there was no one else there, but vampires.

She tried to think of a plan, of a way to get them out that wouldn’t get her and them killed. But there was no way she could free them without alerting the Authority soldiers.

But, suddenly, the black van in which all of the soldiers had gotten into took another road. It confused Brooklynne for a second, until she realized they were probably going back to their base, which meant Bill and Eric were going somewhere else. Somewhere like New-Orleans, to the Vampire Authority Headquarters.

She ran even faster now, so she could catch up to the single car, in which Eric was trapped. She positioned herself in the middle of the road, in front of the vehicle, but far enough away so that they could see her before driving into her. She rose a hand and the brightest light came out of it, blinding the driver. He immediately, out of instinct, turned the wheel, causing the car to roll over three times before it stopped in the field on her right.

She rushed towards the trunk which was already half opened. One kick was enough to open it wide.

“Brooklynne,” Eric breathed out as he crawled out, “what are you doing?”

“Saving your life? You’re welcome. Come on.”

They helped Bill out but didn’t get the time to do anything else as a vampire, whom Brooke recognized to be the driver, showed up behind them, holding a gun, no doubt loaded with silver bullets.

“Who wants to die first?”

Eric pushed Brooke behind him, screaming at her mentally to run the second she can, to not think twice about it. As soon as he turned into a pool of blood, she had to make a run for it.

But he wasn’t the one who exploded into a disgusting pile of bloody body parts.

A woman stood where the vampire used to be a second before, his spine in her hand.

“You, Hayes,” she said, looking down at the pile of blood, “you die first.”

“Nora,” Eric breathed out.

Their savior threw the spine on the ground and shook her bloody hand, trying to get the remaining pieces of Hayes off of her skin.

“I had arranged for our car to be conveniently ambushed when we hit 310,” Nora said, she had a British accent. Our attackers were going to take out my driver there. Unfortunately, wonder woman over here came 12 miles too soon.”

“Um… sorry?”

“Don’t be. It was badass.”

“Eric, you know this woman?” Bill asked.

“Yes. She’s my sister.”

Brooklynne thought she had misheard. Eric never mentioned a sister. She felt confused and… betrayed?

“Your sister? You have a sister who works for the Authority?” Bill says, both surprised and suspicious.

“I’m a Chancellor,” she replied proudly.

“I don’t understand,” Brooke said. “If you knew they were coming for Eric, why didn’t you warn him?”

“There was no time. The Guardian wanted Nan followed to make sure she carried out his orders. I saw an opportunity to save Eric, so I took it.”

“So nobody in the Authority knows about your relationship?” Bill asked.

“And they never will. We were only connected through out maker, Godric. And Godric is gone,” she said with obvious sorrow.

“As a Chancellor of the Authority, you’re taking a huge risk,” Bill continued, still not trusting her fully. “Why would you choose to…”

“Because I’d do anything for Eric.”

“And I’d do anything for you,” the Viking said as he took a step forward.

He went to hug his sister, whom he apparently hadn’t seen in decades. She smiled as she hugged him back. Brooklynne thought it would have been nice to know he had someone he cared about so much other than Pam. Though she could understand why keeping their relationship a secret was for the best, perhaps he could have trusted her enough to share that secret with her.

“And,” Nora continued, “because you did what you did protecting us from the necromancers. That we would reward you for it with the True Death speaks volume about how out of step the Authority’s current agenda is.”

So, Nan knew. Nan knew of Nora and of her relationship with Eric. Which meant Eric did keep in touch at least a little bit. Brooke tried to keep her anger to a minimum.

“I’m not alone in this belief.”

“Factions within the Authority?” Bill asked, making the connection with the information Nan had given him earlier that night.

“Mm-mmh,” she nodded. “So, who’s wonder woman?”

Nora looked at the fairy with interest, but Brooke didn’t answer, uncertain of how much she should say. She turned to Eric for guidance.

“Nora, this is Brooklynne, my progeny.”

“A pleasure, I’m sure…” Nora mumbled thoughtfully. “What is she? She smells amazing.”

“She’s…” Eric pondered. “… complicated.”

“Right…” she said, suspicious. “And I suppose that light is part of the… complications.”

“What light?”

“The light that came out of your progeny, causing Hayes to drive us into this field.”

Eric looked at Brooklynne with regret. She exposed herself to save him, putting herself in danger.

“Like I said. It’s complicated.”

“Well,” she sighed, resigned to stay in the dark, “’complicated’ is an improvement from that whore you keep around.”

“Nora!” Eric hissed, threateningly.

Brooklynne frowned. Perhaps her contempt for Pam was what kept the two apart for so long. She couldn’t help but wonder if Eric trusted any of them. She thought she knew him, but she just realized she had many, many things to figure out about him still. The fact he kept her true identity from Nora meant he didn’t trust her entirely either, or perhaps, it was just the Authority that made him nervous. But finding out about Nora’s existence that night rose many questions that she didn’t have time to ask at the moment.

“Help me turn the car around,” Nora asked Bill. “Let’s see if it can drive us somewhere safe for the day.”

Eric gestured Brooklynne to follow him and they made their way to the road in silence. She tried hard not to explore his thoughts.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a sister?”

“We don’t tell anyone we’re related. It’s for everyone’s safety.”

“Okay. Why didn’t you tell her who I was? She thinks I’m a vampire.”

“She saw your speed and strength, she already knew you were a vampire.”

“But you don’t trust her enough to tell her the truth.”

“She works for the Authority. If she ever gets caught for being ‘against the current agenda’ she’ll get tortured and asked about everything that she knows. I told you, you can’t trust anyone.”

“So what? I’m just supposed to pretend to be a vampire now? To sleep all day? Pretend I don’t eat human food?”

“Only around Nora, which you won’t be for long.”

She sighed. “Right. So… what do we do now?”

“We do nothing. Nora will get Bill and I out of here. We’ll have new identities, we’ll be safer once we get out of the country.”

“What? What do you mean? I’m coming with you.”

“No, you’re not.”

Brooklynne gasped as she took a step back. It felt like a slap in the face.

“The Authority has no knowledge of your existence, there is no warrant out for you arrest, you can go back to Bon-Temps, be with your sister.”

“No! No way.”

“Brooklynne.”

He put his hands on both her shoulders as he looked down at her.

“It’s not safe to come with me. They will hunt me down until they catch me.”

“So?”

“So, you’ll be safer in Bon-Temps. Stay with Pam. I’ll be in touch, I’ll call, I’ll…”

“Eric, I am not going back to Bon-Temps without you. I’m not going anywhere without you. You promised! We promised.”

“The life that’s waiting for me is not worth living.”

“No life is worth living without you, how many times do I have to say it?!”

“Brook-“

“No! I have no life without you, Eric. You are my life. You gave me immortality and you better be sure I’m going to spend it with you. You will not abandon me here!”

“Brooklynne,” he sighed as he brought her to his chest.

He placed a kiss on the top of her head as he hugged her.

“This isn’t what I wanted for you.”

“I know. But it’s better than nothing.”

He backed away and placed his hands on both sides of her face.

“I love you,” he said as dark red tears appeared in his eyes.

She gave him a sad smile. “I love you too. More than anything.”

He leaned over to kiss her. His lips capturing hers like it was the first and last time they would do so. He held her tightly to him, as to stop her from slipping away.

He released her reluctantly, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs, and returning her sad smile.

“Forgive me.”

She frowned. But she didn’t get the time to express her confusion as he swiftly twisted her head, breaking it in a horrible sound that will haunt him forever.

The end… ?

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Jason Stackhouse x Fem!Reader

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“Oh! (Y/N)!” your older neighbour called as you unlocked your door. She had a box of treats in her hand. Homemade sweets from the look of it. 

She managed to hustle down her garden path and round to your door faster than you’d ever seen her move before. “I wanted to make sure to give you these. For the holiday. I know Stackhouse eats a lot. You’ll be able to get a taste first.” She said and went back to her house.

Heading inside Jason was at the door like the roadrunner. “What you get?” He asked. He was shirtless, still damp from the shower. He was supposed to be helping Sam Merlotte and Sookie couldn't make her shift and Arlene couldn’t make her shift due to her kids feeling sick. He must have been in the middle of getting ready. 

“Urm. homemade toffee. Looks like some ghost-shaped sandwiches and a few toffee apples.” you said as you pulled the corner of the box and peeked in. 

"How come you got all the nice candy? Trade with me!" Jason insisted. You pulled a face and moved the box out of his reach until he sat down in one of the armchairs.

“Because people love me. Why what’d you get?” You asked.

“Hoyt’s Mom just gave me a load of Fig Newtons and that girl she’s trying to hook Hoyt up with gave me muffins but they were all fruit cakes.” Jason grumbled.

“Ew. Well. I suppose I could spare some.” you said and opened the box as you set it on the kitchen counter. “Are you still going to help out at Merlots?” You asked as you handed him one of the ghostly sandwiches.

“Yeah. Oh. Arlene’s kids are still sick. Tara’s been asking around for some people to go to her house and take some candy. Arlene’s pretty upset they can’t trick or treat so Tara wants people to give candy out to them from their house.” Jason muttered through a mouthful.

“We’re going to go to Arlene’s to let their kids reverse trick or treat?” You asked and he shrugged.

“I doubt I’ll be able to get up there in time but I told Tara I’d ask you. Sookie is hoping she can drop by but she’s not sure as she’s heading out of town.” He went on, getting a glass of water as he spoke. 

“Well If I can borrow your truck I’ll take Tara up. There’s a massive holiday sale at the mall and I have an insane amount of coupons that Sookie was supposed to help me with. I’ll see if Tara and Arlene need anything. Oh, can you grab the list Hoyt left on the fridge?” You called the last part out as you went to your room to change out of your work uniform. Jason agreed to you taking his truck as long as you picked him up when he was done and let him borrow your Halloween costume from the year before as people at the bar were dressing up. You dropped Jason off and headed inside Merlots with him.

“Evening (Y/N)!” Lafayette called from the kitchen. You gave him a cheery wave and went to find Tara. She’d been given several bags of sweets as well as care packages from a few people. She’d also managed to collect more coupons and even Lafayette had a few sheets in his apron that he handed over.

“So we’re going to be one of those assholes that buys the whole store out with fifty trolleys?” Tara asked as you said goodbye to Jason.

“Hell yeah! We’re going to get so much stuff.” You said and she laughed.

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Hi, I know it’s been so long! Would anyone be interested in a True Blood fanfic? I know it’s been over for a while but I just rewatched it and I have a cool idea for a story. Let me know!❤️

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The Wheel of Time

x Reader

Rand al'Thor

— Flowers for Bel Tine

— Love and Arrows

— The Boy Is Mine

— Always

— One Bed, Three Ta'veren

Mat Cauthon

— Keep Up

— One Bed, Three Ta'veren

— Wetlander

Lan Mandragoran

— Protection

— When I Met You

Perrin Aybara

— Falling For You

Lanfear

— The Boy Is Mine

Cruel Intentions (TV)

x Reader

Lucien Belmont

— Good Girls Go Bad

— Make It Up To Me

— Trust Me

— let's play a love game

— Blanket Burrito

Caroline Merteuil

— let's play a love game

Anora

x Reader

Ivan "Vanya" Zakharov

— i don't want to fix him

— Good Boy

— Addicted to You

— Play Too Much

— Watch Me

The White Lotus

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Lochlan Ratliff

— Mommy Dearest (Part 1)

— Family Affair (Part 2)

— Pretty Lips

— quite a people pleaser, if only i could please her

Saxon Ratliff

— Mommy Dearest (Part 1)

— Family Affair (Part 2)

Valentin

— Talking Body

True Blood

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Jason Stackhouse

— Close To You

Carême

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Antonin Carême

— Take A Bite

Marvel

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Bob Reynolds

— Something Special

Scream

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— A Guy That I'd Kinda Be Into

Ethan Landry/Chad Meeks-Martin

— i don't want to miss you (like i do)

Teen Wolf

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— I Hate Your Stupid Face

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— I Would Follow Him Anywhere

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— Affections Like Ivy

[kilyra]

You Work for Him?

A/N:  I’m carrying on with the Eric Northman arc because I love him, and other people are gathering here that love him as well. Yay! So this follows all the other fics. I’m not really doing one long story, but it is all connected one shots I guess? 

While you’re unwinding at Merlotte’s Eric shows up to your horror.

Warnings: None. I do have some Swedish between Pam and Eric and I just used Google Translate, so if you know the language and can send me corrections, please do! No spoilers though (I myself am only on S3 or 4, so this is an early Eric style fic…also, please don’t send me any spoilers).

If you want to be on my tag lists, (all or just a character) just let me know! (Credit for this amazing gif goes to @bonniebird​​. Thank you SO much!)

It was hard not to laugh and spit your drink back into your glass from the look Hoyt shot across the table. “Hey, don't look at me! I don't choose the job sites!”

Glancing between you, a wide, lopsided grin broke across Jason's face before he piled on. “Well, see, you say that, but it's your dispatching what sends us out.”

Chuckling, Hoyt bit half of one of his fries before tossing it back onto his plate and looking up. Truthfully, after such a long, crappy day, you were happy to see them both laughing.

“Well yeah, but I don't control what catastrophes happen that you need to swoop in and fix!”

Grabbing another fry, Hoyt used it to point as he frowned. “An overturned manure truck ain't exactly a catastrophe.”

“Oh come on! It is when it's blocking the heart of downtown.”

“Yeah. All three cars had to go a block over. Almost had to shut down the whole town.” Jason's voice was flat but there was a twinkle in his eye as he kept his laugh in.

“Again...I didn't want to send you guys out to clean up a bunch of cow shit. But it had to be done!” The grin that overtook your lips was so wide your cheeks hurt and you were just a hair away from laughing about it all over again.

And it felt nice.

“You were none too broke up about...” Hoyt jumped in but as you noticed the door to Merlotte's swing open with purpose, his words turned to muffled background noise.

Before you even saw who it was, your heart started beating faster. Although you'd only met her once, you immediately recognized Pam's stiff posture as she stepped in and cast a sightly disgusted glare over the room. Moving to the side and pausing, she made space for the person following. Your blood ran cold as you threw up a prayer that this was a dream. That you had just spontaneously passed out at your table and none of this was real. But the slow hush that crawled over the bar made it all too real.

Eric Northman.

Unlike Pam, he didn't waste time scanning over the room. Turning your direction, his eyes fell directly on you, as though he knew exactly where you'd be sitting. Your heart sank.

Eventually, Hoyt realized you had stopped listening, and both he and Jason turned to follow your stare. His eyebrows furrowed together in a quiet mark of confusion as he peered over the back of the booth, but Jason's forehead smoothed as his face dropped.

Eric stayed zeroed in on you as he and Pam strode toward your table. A feeling of dread grew with every, unhurried step. There wasn't a single soul that you had mentioned any of your Eric-related moments to and sweat started on your palm at the thought of anything happening so publicly.

How could anyone understand? You didn't even understand...

As he arrived, Jason's mouth hung open. “M-Mr. Northman...”

Pausing, Eric seemed to notice Jason for the first time as he eyebrow arched high. You knew Eric was giving him the only chance he'd give for Jason to finish his thought, but your friend fell quiet. Amusement lit Pam's eyes as her gaze darted between Jason and her maker. A small curl tugged at the corner of her mouth, but she stayed quiet.

You couldn't watch the panic grow on Jason's face for long before you stepped in. “Eric? What...are you doing here?”

Jason swallowed as he turned towards you wide-eyed. Hoyt's eyebrows furrowed deeper.

With a long blink, Eric turned his focus back on you before an unnatural smile snaked over his lips. You weren't sure if his attempt to look friendly was sincere, or if he was trying to make you uncomfortable. “I'm here to talk to you, sweetheart.”

Although the entire bar had fallen silent – staff and patrons alike – everything felt loud. It was almost hard to hear Eric over the rushing in your ears and people's stares felt like they were noisy somehow. Even Sam Merlotte stood motionless by the bar, his bar towel hanging from his balled fist.

Your eyes narrowed like that could block everything out and let you think. “W-what?”

“But not here,” he finished simply as his eyes bore into yours. Clearly uninterested in explaining himself, his stare intensified and your cheeks suddenly felt like they were on fire. Between his scrutiny and the attention of everyone in Merlotte's, you just wanted to crawl under the table and take a breath.

And yet, through all of that, your mind raced. What the hell could be so important?

The room stayed frozen until Eric leaned your direction. It may have been to whisper in your ear or grab your arm, but the sudden flurry of motion around him stopped whatever he was about to do.

On his feet, but still in the booth, Jason was already reaching across the table towards you as if he could magically shove himself between you and Eric. “Whoa, hold up there a minute.”

“Hush up, hot stuff. Grown-ups are talking." Taking a smooth step to the side, Pam moved against the edge of the booth, completely blocking in Jason. Her stance was relaxed, lightly leaning her knee along the seat, but she was completely immovable.

Trapped but still half-standing, Jason's hands clenched tightly as he shot Pam an unnoticed glare. Frustration, confusion, and anger swirled over his features in a quiet dance of emotion as both vampires ignored him.

Meanwhile, Hoyt shuffled next to him, hauling up short when he realized Jason wasn't moving. But, the tension that rippled up his arm proved he was ready to spring into action as soon as shit went down. Swallowing heavily, his eyes trailed back over to you as though he were trying to decide how bad the situation was.

Guilt surged across your chest at how willing they were to help even when they had no idea what was going on.

Pam grinned, her amusement clear as Eric quickly swept a sidelong gaze at the pair. His eyebrows raised as he let out a soft huff through his nose. Looking back at you, the good humour slowly drained from his expression as he nodded towards the door.

Under the table, your knees had turned to jelly. You weren't trying to make it all worse, but the sheer panic of being outed was running its way through your body. Slowly, your lips parted and you softly gasped for air. It was stale in your mouth.

And then Sam was suddenly there. His back visibly bristled as he pushed himself between you and Eric with his hands spread apart. The bar rag still hung from his fingers as he held his palms out. “Whoa...hey...what's uh...what's going on here?”

Not backing up, Eric loomed over the shorter man. His expression remained dispassionate, but there was a harder edge to his tone. “It's none of your concern.”

Squeezing his eyes closed in a pronounced blink, Sam relaxed his hands slightly. The one in front of you, however, remained protectively outstretched. "Well, actually, I get entirely concerned every time you step foot in my bar.”

Tilting his head, Eric cocked his eyebrow and loosely gestured to the rest of the room. “Do you not welcome all patrons here?”

Following his hand, you realized everyone was still staring. Some people dropped their gaze when you caught it but you weren't sure if it was from shame or fear. The one table that matched your look with an open glare was a group of muscle-bound, younger men with short sleeves and suspiciously-clean trucker hats. Quickly, you looked away.

“I do. Right up until they start causing shit. Which, with you, seems to happen almost immediately." The slight shake to the edges of Sam's shaggy hair was the only giveaway that he was full of adrenaline. As he stood toe to toe with the vampire, using a firm but exhausted tone, nothing else hinted that he recognized the danger he was putting himself in.

It was Eric that finally broke the staredown with a faint smile briefly ghosting his lips. The cold look of disinterest he shot Sam seemed to find a heated spark as he put his focus on you. "As entertaining as this is, I don't have time for these games. We need to leave."

Your heart pounded as he fell quiet. Something was wrong. If nothing else, you needed to tell your friends to stand down, but the words were trapped in your throat. Trying to swallow back the lump of sand in your mouth did nothing.

Not being deterred, Sam leaned towards the table, momentarily blocking your view of Eric. “Doesn't look to me like she wants to go anywhere with you.”

“I don't care,” a slight growl entered Eric's tone, betraying his passive features.

Violently, your stomach started to lurch. It was getting hard to see.

“She's...”

Please don't.

“My...”

DON'T

Adrenaline burst through you so fast, you were instantly shaking as you silently screamed for him to stop. The panic was so thorough that it took a moment to realize he had paused.

Risking a glance, you found his expression had grown stony as he captured your eyes.

He could feel your fear.

Lowering his chin, he continued to hold your stare as he finished flatly. “Associate.”

“She's your...?” Sam stopped as he turned to you. His deeply furrowed brow creased even deeper as he blinked at you. “You're his what?”

Associate​?

“Uh..." It was all you could get out. Reaching for your drink, you stopped short of trying to lift it to your lips when you saw the tremble in your hands.

Watching you closely, Eric's tone was gentler as he nodded to the table. "Do you always have trouble with glasses, or is it just when I'm around?"

A twitch in the corner of his mouth was all the smile he offered. That, with the sudden softness in his tone, felt like a kick to the gut. Did you actually hurt his feelings?

“You...work for him?” Jason's voice grew higher as he struggled to understand. Frowning at you, he was rooted to his seat, no longer trying to push past Pam. Hoyt stayed quiet as his gaze shifted between you and Eric.

“N-no. I don't. I just...we..." The words trailed off into silence, your mind going blank. How could you explain it? He called you his once but...what did that even mean?

Eric turned his head towards Jason so slowly that you weren't even sure he had heard him at all. The colour drained from Jason's face while the vampire's eyes flickered over him before doing the same to Hoyt. His face did nothing to reveal whatever assessment he made about the tense pair.

Without acknowledging that you even spoke, he smoothly replied. "No. But there is an issue at Fangtasia that requires her attention."

With all the intensity of a confused puppy, Jason looked over at you. “But...she works for the town of Bon Temps, not Shreveport?”

Scoffing loudly, Pam rolled her eyes and shot a pointed look at Eric. His lips pursed together in a tight line in reply.

“I can't argue with that. You keep smart company, Y/n,” he finally replied as he took a step back from the table and nodded towards the door.

“What?” Pam finally broke her silence as her eyebrows shot up in equal parts irritation and surprise.

“More trouble isn't going to help anything.” Eric had dropped his voice, but you picked it up all the same.

Trouble? Although your adrenaline hadn't slowed, your heart pounded even harder. Clutching your hands tightly in your lap, your knuckles turned white.

“Jag trodde att vi var tvungna att få-”

“Vi ska. Senare.” Eric snapped.

Swallowing back whatever she was about to say, Pam clenched her jaw as she stepped away from the booth. Jason didn't make a move to get up, even once he was free.

Moving back from Sam, Eric shot you one more quiet look before Pam flanked him. It twisted the knots in your stomach and if it wasn't for all the eyes on you, cementing you to the spot, you would have dashed after him.

Not sparing another look back, the pair left Merlotte's.

Leaning forward, Jason tilted his head. “Is he why you wanted me to train you?”

Fighting past a layer of stunned numbness, you managed to shake your head. But it wasn't exactly convincing. “N-no...”

Still not convincing.

A firm hand on your arm pulled you out of your shock a little further as you looked up and saw Sam pouring all his concern through his soft blue eyes. When he spoke, there was a surprising gentleness there. “Are you okay?”

Reaching up, you set your hand over his, offering what you hoped was a reassuring squeeze. "Yeah...thank you, Sam."

With a noticeable blink, he nodded before patting your shoulder. As he returned to his place by the bar, he waved his hand dismissively. “Alright, show's over folks. Get back to drinking those looks off your faces.”

You didn't notice it, but the table of trucker hats didn't stop eyeing you.

Still grasping at every attempt to understand what happened, Jason's voice brought you back. “But, how do you even know Mr. Northman?”

Pressing your fingers to your temple, you would have laughed if you weren't so unsettled.

“You...you really don't talk to your sister much, do you?”

Swedish translations according to Google 1) I thought we had to get- 2) We will. Later.

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[thatfanficstuff]

Impossible - 19

Pairing: Eric Northman x Reader

Warnings: canon typical

A/N: I'm lazy so a gif instead of a header and no editing. Course I'm lazy cuz I'm writing a bunch of stuff behind the scenes, so...

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“How long has it been since you fed?” Eric asked Godric.

“I require very little blood anymore,” he responded, looking rather annoyed. “You sent a human to rescue me?”

Eric wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his side. “I had little choice. These savages mean to destroy you.”

“I know what they had planned.” Again, that little voice spoke up in the back of your brain that they couldn’t have taken Godric and held him without him allowing it.

“You should eat,” you told him and nudged Gabe’s leg with your foot.

He simply looked at you with a bored expression. “He would have raped your mate and the human,” he said without even turning to Eric.

A second later, Eric broke Gabe’s neck then proceeded to glare at the body in fury. Suddenly, an annoying alarm and a flashing blue light caused you to jump as it startled you. “Shit.”

“Get them out of here,” Godric demanded of his progeny.

“I’m not going anywhere until—”

“Now. I can take care of myself. Spill no blood on your way out.”

“Why do you always have to ruin all my fun?” you pouted. You managed to catch his smirk before Eric herded you and Sookie toward the stairs. When you reached the top, you and Eric peered around the doorframe while Sookie hung back. Several men were rushing around mostly armed with stakes. “Where the fuck did they all come from? They’re like cockroaches.”

Eric huffed a laugh. “I could have us out in seconds.”

“Not without killing someone you can’t. You heard Godric.”

He growled low in his throat. “Stay here.”

“What’s he doing?” Sookie asked as she came out to stand with you.

You shrugged. “Hell if I know.”

He slumped forward trying to make himself look more human, less intimidating. You snorted. Like that was even possible. “Um…excuse me, sirs, but uh, Steve sent me over to uh man the exit here so I’ve got it from here.”

What even was that accent? You laughed again knowing Eric would hear though the humans would not.

“By yourself? I mean, you’re big and all but there’s a vampire running around,” one of them said, looking uncertain. “Where’s your stake?”

“Oh, golly. I knew I forgot something. Could I, uh, borrow yours?” Eric asked. You prepared to sprint to his aid at the first sign of trouble.

“I don’t think so, man. Get your own.”

As Eric prepared to glamour the man into handing over his weapon, one of the others moved around him. It was obvious he didn’t trust a word coming from Eric’s mouth. “Stake!” you yelled as you moved from the doorway.

Eric turned too quick for your eye to follow and knocked away the man trying to kill him. He did the same to one of the others, while you shoved the third into the wall with a hand on his chest. His friends ran off when you did so. So brave. Eric snatched the stake from his hand and tossed it aside. He cracked open the front door to see a mass of men headed in your direction.

“Those arrows are wood, you’ll never make it through,” the man you had pinned said.

“The sanctuary,” Sookie said.

Eric glanced to you and you shrugged. You had no idea if you could get out that way or not. You were guessing not but you sure as hell weren’t getting out the front. The three of you moved into the sanctuary, your hand firmly ensnared in Eric’s. “Where’s the exit?” he asked.

“Back there,” Sookie said, hurrying a bit so she could show you the way.

Then Steve Newlin appeared with a smug smile. “There are several exits, but the easiest one takes you straight to hell.” As if he’d coordinated it, the door behind you opened at that exact moment to admit some of his ‘holy’ army.

“Fuck,” you spat.

“You’re in God’s house,” one of the men in the group behind you said.

“Whatever you got to tell yourself, buddy,” came your easy reply. God had nothing to do with what they had planned.

“Let us go,” Sookie cried. “Save yourselves.”

You glanced at her. You had a lot of faith in Eric and yourself, but you were surrounded by about thirty men at the moment. There were limits. And you had no idea if Godric would help at this point. “She’s right, you know. You really should let us go.”

“The war has begun you evil whore of Satan,” Newlin said, stretching his arms out. “And the vampires started it by killing my father.”

This guy was such an asshole. “I’m going to have to stop you right there, reverend. I’m the evil whore of Eric, not Satan. Just thought I should clarify.”

“Really?” Eric muttered beside you.

You shrugged. You might as well go out laughing.

“Well then, you won’t mind dying beside him,” Steve snapped, that creepy smile still in place. You didn’t bother to tell him you didn’t intend to go out any other way.

“The vampire you were holding got away,” Sookie said in an effort to save you. “He’ll send help.”

Steve shook his head. “I don’t care about Godric. Any vampire will do and we have one right here.”

Eric tried to release your hand, but you were stronger than you looked and kept hold of him as he stepped forward. He looked up at your captor.

“We will have a holy bonfire at dawn,” he announced.

Eric turned his attention to you as you gripped his hand harder. He reached down and pried your hand from his. “I will be fine.”

You clenched your teeth as he stepped forward, every instinct you possessed telling you not to let him go. You hated this, but the only way you could escape was to wait for the right moment and this wasn’t it. So, you let him go.

You stood your ground while he laid on the altar and allowed them to lay silver chains across him pinning him down as you kept from crying out at the echoing pain in your own body. You ignored Sookie while she yelled at you and asked why you weren’t doing anything. You swallowed your protests when Eric offered himself in exchange for you, Sookie, and Godric. And you ignored Newlin announcing you would be tied to the stake to burn with Eric because you were a traitor to the human race.

Then your salvation came in the unlikely form of Jason Stackhouse and a paintball gun. Just the distraction you needed. He shot Steve in the head, a green splatter coloring his pale skin. His ‘solidiers’ fell back, confused. They apparently couldn’t function without Newlin telling them precisely what to do. “I’m not human, asshole,” you said as you hurried past him to take the chains off Eric.

Eric grabbed Steve by the throat and slammed him into the floor. Sookie was yelling, telling him not to kill the reverend while Jason was telling him to do it. Your gaze found the male Stackhouse to find him being held by several men. What the hell was he even doing here? You really missed your gun.

Then Steve himself starting in, encouraging Eric to kill him and make him a martyr. You rolled your eyes and kicked him in the temple to knock his ass out. Eric released him and stood. Before either of you could say anything to the crowd around you, you heard the distinct sound of vampires moving. You exchanged a glance with your mate as you reached out and pulled Sookie into your side.

The sanctuary doors flung open to reveal Stan fucking Baker flanked by several vampires who quickly moved into position around the room. “Steve Newlin, you have pushed us too far,” he announced.

He was such a fucking drama king. “He can’t hear you, jackass. I knocked his ass out.”

“Be that as it may, we’re not going to sit around while he plans to kill us. We’ll kill them first. Just like we killed his father,” Stan said, shifting his weight like he was in an old Western prepping for a gunfight. He dressed like it, too. “Kill them all,” he ordered.

The vampires swarmed forward to select their victims. Just before you could take control on behalf of the Authority, a voice rang through the room. “Enough.” Everyone stopped and looked up to see Godric standing on the wall of the balcony above you. You could almost see the irritation and disappointment rolling off Stan.

Steve stirred beside you and pushed himself up on his elbows. Godric looked down at him. “Reverend Newlin, we do not have to be at odds. I will make the first move by promising there will be no violence against you and yours. Will you join me and make the same promise?”

“I will not make deals with sub-humans,” he announced as he got to his knees. He looked up at Eric. “Kill me. Do it. Jesus will protect me.”

“Shut up or I’ll kill you,” you told him. “Then you won’t be a martyr. You’ll just be an asshole that pissed off the wrong person.”

Eric chuckled then you both turned as Godric flashed between you and picked the reverend up by the back of his neck. “Good people, who of you is willing to die for this madman’s ideals?” No one stepped forward. “That’s what I thought.” He released Steve and let him fall to the floor. “There will be no bloodshed here. Go home.”

Once the humans dispersed, Godric stepped forward and glanced at the vampires. “Come.” Stan stepped forward trying to push his agenda and Godric just stared at him. “I said come.”

Jason ran over to hug Sookie while Eric turned you to look you over. “Are you okay?”

You nodded and held up your wrist. “Better than you. Drink.”

He didn’t even bother to protest and accepted your offering to heal him from the silver. The Reverend Newlin was still crumpled on the floor beside you crying for everyone to come back and not leave him. Idiot. You glanced from him to Jason. “Jason, thank you for the rescue, but the Fellowship of the Sun are not good company to keep.”

“Yeah, I know. I see that now. I promise.”

You studied him for a minute before giving him a nod. “Let’s get the hell out of here,” you said as you grabbed your mate’s hand to drag him out the door.

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Vampire!Hux x Stackhouse!Female Reader

A/N: So this is something I’ve been working on for a long time. It’s a Star Wars, True Blood mash up and I mean mash up. Like I smushed the two together, rubbing them between my hands making fanfiction breadcrumbs. We have Vampire!Hux 🤓 Shapeshifter!Poe and Werewolf!Kylo further down the line. Reader is the sister of Jason but trust me she’s not as annoying as Sookie (I couldn’t think of anyone to replace Jason because he’s the bomb so reader had to be a Stackhouse!) Bill doesn’t exist, because he too was annoying. I am posting this first chapter in celebration of @clydesducktape milestone celebration! Congrats Thia! I hope this is enjoyed.

Warnings: Not much for now, maybe some stalkerish behaviour from Hux. Mention of drinking, telepathic abilities. It will be a Darkfic and NSFW 18+

Word count: 4078

He’ll never forget the first time he saw you, the way your lips curved into a smile, how your eyes danced in the dim light of the club, the shape of your body, the sway of your hips as you walked and the fall of your hair with every movement of your head. He swore he could hear the strands as they settled softly. No, he’ll never forget the first time he saw you or the way your scent drifted over to him, carried on the rush of air when the club door opened. It was divine, he had to use all his self control not to rush over and steal you from your group of friends and have you in the office. His pupils dilated in a rush, if his heart beat it would be pounding in his chest, instead he heard yours; loud and clear, a steady beat in his ears drowning out all other sound. His nose flared sucking in as much of you as possible. Your blood sang to him, making you a beacon amongst the crowd; you smelled like sunshine, fresh flowers and grass, so earthy and light….you smelled like daylight. And he had to have you.

You shivered slightly looking at the gaudy neon sign on the side of the squat brick building. The night sky had begun to finally darken overhead and your excitement rose making you feel fidgety as you hopped from one foot to the other. You were surrounded by a group of friends who were all chatting excitedly about visiting the new vamp bar in Shreveport. You were intrigued, you’d never met a vampire before and now they were out of the coffin everyone wanted to meet one.

“You cold?” Shaking your head you looked up into the deep brown eyes of your friend Poe.

“I’m ok, just wish they’d let us in, you know?” He grimaced slightly.

“Not sure I’d wish for that.” You looped your arm through his and pulled him close, enjoying his warmth, Poe was always so hot, he was like your own personal radiator.

“Come on, we’re just here to scope out the competition, I’m sure these vamps have got nothing on us. I mean,” you gestured at the sign. “Look at it.” Poe smiled and dipped his head slightly causing his curls to cascade over his brow.

“Yeah maybe.” You shook his arm in an effort to get him to loosen up.

“What’s up? You were all for this earlier?” You asked, a hint of concern in your voice. He pulled his hand out of his pocket and gave his stubble a quick scratch and he wrinkled his nose.

“Ah, you know me, I aim to keep everyone happy.” You rolled your eyes, he was too much of a softy, a real push over.

“You don’t have to keep us happy! I can always report back if you don’t want to come in?” His eyes widened slightly and you could see the clench in his jaw as he pressed his teeth together.

“You’re not going in without me,” he rumbled. Your eyebrow rose at the gruff commanding tone in his voice, one you hadn’t heard before in all the years you’d known him.

“Yes boss!” Just then the door opened and a cheer rose up from the crowd outside. Jannah turned to beam at you as the line shuffled forward and you smiled back. You noticed Poe’s arm tense against yours and gave him a reassuring squeeze, his sense of unease was coming across to you the longer you had contact with him. Your barriers were lowering, whispers edged your mind and you tried harder to block them out. People streamed into the loud club, a tall blonde woman stood by the door watching everyone with a bored expression on her face until you reached the door. Her arm stretched out to stop you both entering, her eyes were bright as she scanned you both.

“ID,” she drawled, holding out a perfectly manicured hand, her fangs flashed when she spoke and you let out a giggle.

“Oh! You’re my first vampire!” You gushed as you dug out your ID. She pursed her lips and looked down at the card, cocking an immaculate eyebrow. “I haven’t been ID’d in such a long time! It’s so nice to meet you.” She sighed slightly and handed back the card.

“I can’t tell human ages anymore. You bloodbags all look the same to me.” Her blue eyes slid over to Poe when she spoke, a hint of smirk playing on her lips. “Go on in,” she drawled.

“Thank you!” Smiling broadly you dragged Poe in after your friends, it was dark all blacks and reds but you just assumed that was the commercial vampire aesthetic. The bar spread along the right hand side, the bartenders performing inhuman tricks and serving at superhuman speed. The middle of the club was made up of space to dance, punctuated by tables to stand around, a couple of poles flanked a stage and you couldn’t draw your eyes away from the scantily clad woman climbing up and down them with ease. Your gaze finally settled on the stage, a vampire, you assumed, was reclining in a deep red leather and gold chair. He had a shock of red hair that flopped over his brow giving him a soft appearance. His pale skin almost glowed from the spotlight that shone on him, his long fingers rested delicately on his lips while he surveyed the area before him, his bright eyes settled on you and it felt like all the hairs on your body rose at once making you shiver again. He lounged comfortably like a ruler regarding his kingdom in a dark suit, with a white shirt and a suit jacket in only what you could describe was a throne the longer you stared.

“If you’re not comfortable we can go,” said Poe and he moved to block the vampire from your view.

“Are you kidding? This is great!” You exclaimed. “Nothing like your bar though Poe, I’m sure these guys have got nothing on us, I bet they don’t even serve food,” you said leaning into him and whispering in his ear. He chuckled and placed a hand on your back.

“No, I don’t think food is a vampire’s, thing.” Your eyes widened and you covered your mouth with a hand to stifle a giggle.

“I didn’t think that through, did I? Anyway, let's get a drink.” The music wasn’t too loud and you were able to hold a conversation with your group of friends, Poe hovered closely by your shoulder as protective as always. He had his reservations about the vamps coming out to mainstream, he didn’t think they should have but you just thought it was exciting and brave of them to do so. You sipped your drink gazing around the club and tapping your foot to the music, until you found yourself looking at the stage again. The vampire’s eyes were trained on you with an intensity you’d never experienced before making your breath hitch in your throat.

It’s said that vamps have heightened hearing and you wondered if he could hear the increase in your heart beat, the rush of each pound as your blood coursed through your veins. You played with your bottom lip out of habit and he leaned forward in his chair, his blazing gaze never leaving you. Your lips parted and dragged in a sharp breath, your skin began to tingle, your heart fluttering erratically. It was so hot in here all of a sudden and you shifted under his intense attention trying to release some of the tension that had gathered in your body. Your eyes flickered as he stood up suddenly, your body seemed to cease functioning more and more the closer he got, your group of friends trailing off their sentences in awe. He drew level with you, his gaze still trained on you like you were his prey and he was stalking you. Not even Poe’s protective hand on your waist could break the spell you were falling under and everything dropped away the closer the vamp got. You reached out instinctively only to find his mind was empty, blank, silent and you felt your interest grow, the heat under your skin reached a fever pitch and you vaguely remembered to breathe. Your head swivelled to track his movement as he walked past you, finally pulling his bright gaze away from yours at the last moment and the noise of the club returned in a rush.

“Ok,” said Jannah. “What was that?” You frowned and shrugged.

“I can’t hear him,” you looked around, letting your barriers drop slightly. “I can’t hear any of them.” Poe frowned.

“You mean your….” you nodded, a relieved smile breaking over your face at the thought that if you were surrounded by vampires you wouldn’t have to exhaust yourself all the time by blocking out their thoughts. This was something you needed to explore.

The temperatures had soared today, after all the rain it was a relief to finally have some sun. You reclined in the chair baring as much skin as you could without being indecent, you couldn't explain it but the sunlight seemed to rejuvenate you, it warmed your entire body from the top of your scalp to the very tips of your toes, the heat curling around you, basking your skin in its vibrant heat. If you could lay here for the rest of your life you would, being outside, in the sun was the only real pleasure you got these days and you wouldn't give it up for anyone. The sound of large tyres broke your calm but you were used to it, you could sense his annoyance as he got out of the truck and you slowly placed your barriers back up, your brother's mind was one place you didn’t want to be. He called your name curtly and you sighed lightly.

“What’s this I hear you went to that fucking vamp bar in Shreveport?” He demanded loudly, making you sit up in annoyance.

“Would you keep your voice down? I don’t want Gran to hear!” You hissed. He looked around quickly before crouching down next to you, his short blonde hair seemed golden in the light, his eyes tracking over your body making you stick your tongue out at him. “You think I’d be sitting out here like this if I had vampire marks all over me?” You asked haughtily and he frowned.

“Stay out of my head!”

“I’m not in your head, moron. I know you.” He hummed in irritation and you settled back into your chair. “Is that all you came to say? To try and police me by making comments on what I do with my free time?” He said your name in defeat as he settled down in the short grass.

“You’re my baby sister, I just want you to be safe.” You looked over at him through the lenses of your sunglasses.

“I was safe, Jason. I promise, Poe came with me, and Jannah, Finn and Kaydel.”

“See, I wasn’t fucking told that. Why wasn’t I invited?” He whined.

“No, you just assumed I’d be stupid enough to go by myself, you weren’t invited because we went to scope out the competition.”

“Jason!” You both looked over at your Gran standing on the porch. “Get out of the sun kids, you’ll burn to a crisp. Come and have some lemonade.”

“You got any food Gran?” Your brother asked hopefully as he dusted himself off.

“I always got food for my growing boy, come on.” You slowly sat up, you didn’t want to go in just yet but you also knew your Gran would hound you until you had a drink and something to eat at least. You grabbed the dress that was hanging on the back of the chair and slipped it over your bikini before making your way indoors. You had a light lunch with Jason and your Gran before making your way upstairs to get ready for work. The water from the shower was cool on your sun heated skin, you took your time making sure you were fresh and all the dust from the dry ground had been washed off. You dried your hair and you pulled on your uniform for the bar thinking about how busy your shift was going to be tonight.

“I’m off to work Gran!” You said loudly as you grabbed your bag off the banister at the bottom of the stairs, dusk had fallen outside and your shift started really soon.

“Bye sweetheart! Say hi to Poe for me. I really wish you’d bring him here for dinner one night.” You leaned down and gave her a kiss on the cheek while rolling your eyes.

“Bye Gran,” you glossed over her comment with a knowing tone to your voice. “Don’t wait up for me.” You locked the door behind you and stepped down the porch steps to head to your car, your feet faltering before you came to a stop. Someone was standing in your driveway, blocking your route to the car.

“Excuse me? Can I help you?”

“I don’t know. Can you?” His voice was clipped with a heavy British accent, he had a large black overcoat on and his hands were clasped behind his back.

“Well I don’t know you’re just standing there,” you replied with annoyance. He turned slightly and the light from the porch fell on his face, you recognised him immediately as the red haired vamp from the bar. “How did you know where I live?”

“Phasma looked at your ID.” Right.

“Surely she can’t just hand out my information like that?” You could feel panic rising in your chest and you looked up at the house worried for your Gran’s safety.

“Don’t worry,” you shrieked loudly and backed up a few steps because he was suddenly before you looking down at you, curiosity marking his high cheek boned face. “I can’t get in without an invitation.” He stated, his red hair falling across his brow.

“So that’s true then!” You gasped, your hand clutching your top as your heart raced. He didn’t move, his light green eyes suggestively making their way down your body. “Stop looking at me like that,” you snapped.

“Why?” He didn’t sound like he was teasing, he was genuinely asking.

“Because it’s making me uncomfortable and you’re making me late for work.” You walked round him in a wide circle but he just followed your movements with peaked interest.

“He makes you wear that to work? Isn’t it a bit revealing?” He asked. You scoffed, shoving your key into your car door.

“Unlike what the women were wearing last night at your place,” you murmured to yourself.

“You noticed then.” You screamed again, he was so close, his voice bleeding smoothly into your ear as he leaned over your shoulder. You recoiled when he sniffed your hair, his eyes fluttering closed slightly. “What are you?” He whispered.

“I’m a waitress, who’s late for work. Now if you’ll excuse me…” you wrenched the car door open feeling relieved when he made no moves to stop you, the wheels kicking up gravel and dust as you pulled hastily away.

“You’re late!”

“I’m sorry Poe!” You threw an apologetic smile his way, rushing past the bar.

“Took your time,” said Jess as she winked at you. You stuffed your bag in your locker and hastily tied your apron before heading out into the diner. It was busy which for the business was great, but for your mind it wasn’t. It didn’t take long for your concentration to slip, you began rattling off orders before the customers had even opened their mouths making them eye you nervously. You plastered a big smile on your face and each time you did it felt like you were losing a piece of yourself. It was so tiring, blocking this many people’s thoughts from entering your mind all at once. Your break finally came around and you disappeared out the back door leaning heavily against the building.

“You taking a moment babe?” Asked Finn lightly as he stepped through the back door.

I knew Poe shouldn’t have taken her last night. She’s too pure for that vamp club.

“Yeah Finn, just having a breather, so loud in there tonight,” you said pointing with your thumb over your shoulder.

It’s not loud for me, you’re the one with crazy weirdness going on… Finn smiled and it was moments like this where you hated being a telepath. You hated not being able to completely block out your friends thoughts because it changed the way you looked at them in that moment. Other people’s thoughts aren’t meant to be heard. He threw some rubbish in the bin slamming the lid back down.

“I’ll see you back in there biatch,” he waggled his eyebrows, dragging a slight giggle from you before he disappeared back inside. You scuffed the dirt with your trainer wishing you didn’t have to go back in and face the stares and unheard comments of everyone around you. It was lonely being different, maybe that’s why you admired the vamps so much but then there were a lot more of them and everyone could see they were vampires. You told people you were telepathic and they recoiled like you had a deadly disease, because sucking blood was much better, you thought with a loud sigh.

Thankfully most of the diner had emptied by the time you went back in, you rolled your shoulders to try and ease the tension in your neck. Poe popped his head out of the office when you were refilling the salt pots and softly called your name with a jerk of his head.

“You looked tired.” He commented while closing the door.

“Yeah, I’m sorry I was late, the vamp from the bar turned up at my house,” you finished with a laugh turning to your cubby. “Not sure what he wanted, he didn’t even tell me his name. He seems a bit stuck up if you ask me….” Poe said your name with a hint of panic, his hands gripping you tightly as he spun you round.

“What do you mean the fanger was at your house? Which one?”

“Don’t call them fangers, and it was the red haired one never gave me his name.” He gripped you even tighter and you frowned. “Poe, you’re beginning to pinch…” he released you to run a hand through his messy dark curls.

“Damn! I knew we shouldn’t have gone! You, definitely not.” He muttered angrily and began to pace in front of you.

“Poe calm down, what’s the matter?” You asked, watching him walk up and down, you tried to get a read on him but Poe had always been one of those people who’s thoughts seemed to be fuzzy, out of focus almost. More images and feelings rather than words themselves.

“This is bad, what did he say to you?” You crossed your arms wondering why Poe suddenly made you feel like you’d done something wrong.

“I don’t know, we chatted.” Poe huffed, his hand rubbing over his face, he looked as drained and tired as you felt.

“That’s Hux, and if he’s shown an interest in you this is bad,” he explained.

“Well he can’t get in my house and he can’t bother me during the day so I think I’ll be just fine. I can look after myself.” You snapped, turning back to your cubby and grabbing your stuff. You hated how everyone thought you were some poor helpless girl that needed looking after and right now you could feel that rolling off Poe in waves. “I take it, can I go?” He nodded miserably and moved to the side letting you pass him, you caught the image of his truck just at the edges of your mind. “No, I don’t need a ride home!” You shouted as you left his office.

You sighed heavily and rested your head on the back of your seat, you weren’t sure why today had been far more exhausting than usual, maybe the unexpected visit from a vampire of all people had put you on the back foot. You turned the car on and headed home, when you pulled into the driveway you cast all your senses around but you couldn’t hear or see anything. Not that you would.

“Ok, he’s not here, just get out of the car.” You muttered, psyching yourself up to make the journey to your front door. You grabbed your bag and made it to the porch when a voice rang out behind you.

“What are you?” You turned slowly to see him standing at the bottom of the stairs, you saw he had a smart suit on under his overcoat, his hands still clasped behind his back, his head cocked to the side.

“Why don’t you go home?” You insisted. He had a confident air about him as he began to slowly climb the steps towards you, a smirk splitting his face. Again you couldn’t get a read on him, nothing in his mind, no words, emotions, images and you found yourself relaxing in someone else’s presence for the first time ever. He stopped a few paces from you when he reached the top step, his piercing eyes looking over you like he’d never seen you before.

“I could go home, but something draws me here.” He turned and faced the garden meaning you got a good look at his profile. Not being able to know what he was thinking or feeling you found out, put you at a disadvantage and even though it was relaxing you weren’t sure you liked it. He took a few steps along the porch, turning his back to you to look up at the sky.

“Well if that’s all you’re gonna say I’ll be heading to bed,” you told him.

“Humans….” he murmured. “Such basic creatures.”

“And you’re not?” You asked boldly, stepping forward. “From what I heard all you do is sleep during the day and drink blood.” He regarded you over his shoulder, the breeze sweeping in and ruffling his flame red hair slightly. You blinked and he moved, appearing before you like he’d teleported. You stumbled backwards and he followed you step for step, his eyes boring deep into yours until he had backed you up against the wall. “What do you want from me?!” you asked in a rush. He bent forward slightly so his nose just ghosted over your hair and you could hear him breathing deeply. He straightened, flexing his shoulders in a fluid movement, his pupils blown wide almost making his eyes appear black, his mouth opened and you jumped as the fangs seemed to erupt out of nowhere.

“You smell like sunshine…..” he groaned and placed a hand on the wall next to you, leaning into your space. Your heart rate rocketed, you scrunched up your face and turned away from him thinking this was it, this was the moment you were going to die. He was going to drain you and leave you here for your Gran to find in the morning. You felt his fingers on your chin and you gasped at how cold they were, leeching the very heat from your skin. Your eyes flew open to gaze into his, you felt like a rabbit caught in a pair of bright, intense headlights, although now he was only millimetres from your face you could see his eyes were a rich green grey colour and they were mesmerising.

“Your eyes…” you murmured without thinking and he stilled. He could have been a statue, his chest didn’t even rise and fall as if he didn’t need to breathe. The silence hung between you like a living thing, loud in the motionless of you both. You flinched when his fangs retracted, but he didn’t remove his hand from the wall or his fingers from your chin for a few more beats. Your hair ruffled in the wake of his sudden movement and you looked up and down the porch, finding yourself so very alone.

“What the hell….” you muttered, giving yourself a mental shake. Whatever this was, whatever was happening you didn’t want to be a part of it.