#oc: Eric the Viking

[fangbangerghoul]

This was the moment before Ghoul picked up Eric and threw him.

[the-halfling-prince]

Had this vision in my head, had to draw it. Idk what the context is but here's another teen Zephyr drawing but this time one of my ocs is there too

[moonlitdesertdreams]

By the Sea (part 1/?)

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

Word count: 1.6k+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N?” 

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

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

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

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

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

“What’d Compton do to him?”

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

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

“Yeah. I’ll see you soon.”

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

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

“Älskling” Darling. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What the hell had Bill Compton done to him?

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

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

“Yes, my queen?” 

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

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

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

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

“I know.”

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

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

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

“Pam it’s me.”

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

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

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

“Elaborate.”

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

“What do you mean, anything?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck my life.”

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OC Origins

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Rules: tell us the origin of the names and personalities of a couple OCs!

I'm going to do all of my FSF and TCIO main characters because I love them all and I want to talk about the origins of all of them.

Under the cut of course because I have SO. MANY. OCs. and I talk a lot XD.

Fractured Stars Falling OCs

Tris

Tris's character is inspired by a combination of things: the original tales of Cinderella, and the retellings of Cinderella that are actually well done (Cinderella 2015 I LOVE YOU), and a combination of figures from Viking mythology like Tyr and Frigg and Viking myths in general, as well as Katniss Everdeen from the original Hunger Games books (since in this retelling, Cinderella is going to a fighting tournament and ends up starting a revolution that overthrows the tyrant king and queen). Her name, Tris, is short for Tristan, which originated from English a tragic English folktale about a knight that went to fetch his king's bride, and ended up falling in love with her instead. I picked this name for her because of the roots of tragic tales it comes from, and I needed a short but sweet name for her that would fit in a fantasy world- and Tris feels right for her character.

Prince Kaye

Kaye's character is inspired by a few things, the biggest one being Peeta Mellark from the Hunger Games books, and how despite everything he went through and the violent and cruel world he was in, his defining character trait was always his kindness, selflessness, and gentleness. He was also inspired by some of our favorite Disney princes like Prince Eric and Kristoff. But on a bit of a darker note, he was also inspired by people that are born into violent families and terrible conditions, and still find a way to come out of those conditions more loving and kind instead of becoming harsh and cruel- particularly people with Cluster B disorders that are usually painted as violent and terrible, when in reality they are often the victims of abuse and violence. The name Kaye is a different spelling of the name Kay. Sir Kay was one of the knights of the round table in Authurian legend and folklore. I chose this name for him because I find that old English names, particularly names from King Arthur legends, are fantastic for fantasy settings, especially for royalty. I also felt that Kaye should have something short and sweet for a name, and when I was looking for names for him, I was watching a movie (I can't remember exactly which I think it might have been Sword in the Stone) and one of the characters was named Kay, however it's spelled, and when the character was called by his name in the movie I really liked how it sounded- despite the character being kind of an asshole if I remember correctly XD.

Princess Snow

Snow, of course, is inspired by the original tales of Snow White, as well as some of my favorite adaptations of it, as well as inspired by mythological figures like Artemis and Hecate in Greek Mythology. She's also inspired by characters like Mulan (particularly in the original Disney animation, but I also love the original tales), and Susan in the Chronicles of Narnia. Her name, of course, comes from the original fairytale itself. I like the name and how it sounds and fits in a fantasy setting, so I didn't feel the need to change it (though I did change why she was named Snow within the story). I fortuneately didn't have to put much effort into naming her, since it's a pretty name that I feel suits her well and she pretty much came with it.

Lan

I wanted to write an AroAce retelling of Snow White, and every main character needs a ride or die best friend- which is exactly who Lan is. They are inspired by my favorite ride or die best friend characters like Grover from the Percy Jackson series. They're also inspired by poets/fiction writers both from real world history and fiction like Shakespeare, Dante or Jo March from Little Women, Arogorn and Legolas from The Lord of the Rings (mainly Lan's sense of humor and respect for pretty much everyone), and ride or die fiercely protective bard in you and your friend's D&D campaign. Lan is a name I sort of made up, inspired by the character in Chinese and Viatnmese that can mean either 'orchid' or 'mountain mist'. I wanted a name that was beautiful and poetic because they are a poet, but also a name that was more gender neutral since Lan is Nonbinary/genderqueer, and this name feels right for them.

Captain Cassandra

Cassandra is inspired by the original Little Mermaid tales and a few of the retellings. She's also inspired by pretty much all of the female pirate characters in the Pirates of the Caribbean series but especially Elizabeth Swann, Auburn Sally from the Land of Stories books, and pretty much everything I loved about pirates as a kid, especially the ones that were women. Cassandra is a name that originated from Greek Mythology, the original myth of Cassandra (she rejected Apollo, so he gave her the gift of prophecy but she was cursed so that no one would believe her) doesn't really relate to my character Cass, but the original myth isn't why I chose this name for her. The words the name supposedly originated from are why I chose it, and it feels right for a character that's a pirate captain and former mermaid. The name is possibly derived from κέκασμαι (kekasmai) which means 'to excel, to shine' which is what Cassandra character is trying to do with her life after heartbreak.

Erica

If you've been on this blog for a bit, you may have seen me mention that Erica's character is named after/inspired by one of the most ride or die Disney princes- Prince Eric from the Disney animated Little Mermaid. His character is Erica's largest inspiration, but she's also inspired a bit by hopeless romantics in general. The name Eric has Old Norse origins, including Eric the Red, who discovered Greenland in the 10th century. The name means 'ever, always' and 'ruler, king'. The main reason I picked this name for Erica is because a) of Prince Eric in the original Disney animation of The Little Mermaid, and b) She feels like the kind of character that a short and sweet name would suit well- which I feel Erica does fit her character very well.

Max

Max is largely inspired by those characters in supernatural or fantasy and sci-fi genres that seem to be the only ones with any common sense. The only one with 'genre awareness' if you will. Much like Fitz in the Agents of Shield series. I can't really think of any other specific characters at the moment, but that's the general vibe of his character- very scared, timid, and more genre aware than anyone else in these books. I'm still trying to flesh him out and get to know him better, so unfortunately I don't have too much, but I'm hoping to change that in the future. The name Max comes from Ancient Rome, as many Roman emperors bore the name Maximilian or Maximus. I chose this name for such a timid and skiddish character because throughout Max's character arc, he learns to be a bit more brave and confident and lives up to a name with such origins.

Prince Monty

Monty is largely inspired by Prince Naveen in the Princess and the Frog disney animation, Han Solo and Poe Dameron from the Star Wars series, and Peter Quill aka Starlord from Marvel comics/movies. Think too adventerous for his own good, and very suave and flirtatious- that's Monty's entire vibe. But that playful and carefree personality of Monty's actually hides his trauma and grief of losing his whole family the night the palace was invaded, and getting separated from them, so he's also a bit inspired by the movie Anastasia, but not as much inspired by that movie as his sister (Hestia) is. Montgomery is an English surname derived from a German word meaning 'Gumarich's mountain'. Picking his name was a lot harder than my other characters, I couldn't choose between not great options, and I got so fed up with trying to choose a name for him that: I made a list, spun a wheel, and if I didn't like the name it landed on for him I took it off the list and spun again- and then I kept going until I landed on a name that I actually liked for his character and that I liked the sound of for him.

Elliot

Elliot is inspired by the original Beauty in the tale of Beauty and the Beast of course, as well as heavily inspired by the Belle from the Disney animated movie, but he's also inspired by (not surprisingly) Peeta Mellark from the Hunger Games books. The name Elliot is derived from Elijah, which is a name from the Old Testament. I chose the name Elliot for him because it fits well in a fantasy setting, and it's the kind of name that feels right for a sweet, kind, and shy bookworm boi.

Princess Hestia

Hestia is largely inspired by Anya/Anastasia's character in the animated movie Anastasia, as well as a bit of the real history but mainly the movie for her character. Her story is also a little inspired by the fairytale of the Twelve Dancing Princesses, and she's inspired by 'broken' or 'monster' characters like Natasha Romanoff and the Incredible Hulk, as well as her namesake, the mythological figure of Hestia in Greek Mythology. Her name of course, comes from the figure in Greek Myth known as Hestia, goddess of the hearth and home. I chose Hestia's name because of it's connection to fire, with Hestia having fire powers, as well as the irony that her character has lost her home and has reduced herself to a cold and bitter shell, but with her character arc she'll learn to find that warmth and home again.

Raven

Raven is inspired by a combination of things, the big inspiration being Wesley from The Princess Bride. He's also inspired by Will Turner from Pirates of the Caribbean, and (since I recently started getting into gaming and these games) Link from the Legend of Zelda game franchise. Except he's much more morally grey than all of them and much more ready and willing to kill and burn down the world for the people he loves. His and Sapphire's love story/romance is also a little inspired by the Greek myth of Orpheus and Eurydice. Raven of course is typically the name of the animal, I thought it was a fitting name for him because of his dark hair and grey morality, and fierce protection and loyalty. Also it fits well in the fantasy setting. (no Mom, I don't care that it's usually a girl name, it's fantasy and as long as the readers can pronounce the names I can name my characters what I want-)

Princess Sapphire

Sapphire. Hoo boy Sapphire. She's a combination of Buttercup from The Princess Bride, Princess Anna from Frozen, Giselle from Enchanted, Ariel from The Little Mermaid, and Merida from Brave. She's an adrenaline junkie firecracker that has zero self preservation and is a danger magnet (Yes this stresses her personal bodyguard Raven the fuck out). Also now that I think about it as I've been playing the series, Sapphire could also be a bit inspired by Princess Zelda, if Zelda was more human and much more feral and hotheaded XD. The name of course comes from the jewel, sapphire. When I first created her character, I always knew I wanted to give her a jewel or flower like name (similar to Buttercup), and when I decided on her eye color being dark blue, that's when I knew her name would be Sapphire and it was perfect. It fits the fantasy setting, and it suits her character.

Triveya

Triveya's character is largely inspired by... well... me. But it's not a self insert because she's very flawed and can do magic and I can't :).... Ok fine it's a very well developed and fleshed out self insert, what of it? She's also inspired by the burnt out gifted kid experience, and my experience of learning how to function after trying to heal from 10+ years of academic trauma and how to function like an actual human because I never learned how to do that. She's also inspired by Claire and Morgana's characters from the Tales of Aracadia series (particularly the Wizards show WHICH DESERVED TWO MORE SEASONS DAMNIT-). Triveya's name I made up from the word trivia, which originally was the name of the Roman equivalent of Hecate in Roman/Greek Mythology, who was the goddess of magic, crossroads, and the moon. The origin of the word is actually why I chose her name, since Triveya is the main cast's resident magic expert and user.

The City is Ours OCs

Nickelle

Nickelle is inspired by tragic heroes/heroes that have had to sacrifice a lot or lost themselves in the superhero genre, like Spider-Man and The Scarlet Witch from Marvel, and Lloyd Garmadon from the Lego Ninjago TV Show (the movie's fine but I really prefer the TV show). You know, superhero characters that completely lose everything including themselves to being a superhero, they go through a fuck ton of trauma due to it, maybe go a bit insane from it 🤪. Nickelle is a name I created using the name Nick, being short for Nicolas of course. I can't remember why I chose the name (I was 12 when I named the ocs for this wip) but I like it for her character. It's a short and snappy name for a story about teenage superheroes.

Asher

Asher is inspired by righteous 'we have to do the right thing' and 'with great power comes great responsibility' kind of characters, much like Steve Rogers aka Captain America, Sam Wilson aka Falcon, and Superman or Wonder Woman. He's one of those superhero characters that is really there for the team and supports their teammates on an emotional and personal level. His name means 'happy, blessed' in Hebrew, which is very fitting for Asher's very positive character. Him and his family are also Spanish Catholic, both reasons are why I chose the name for his character- at least it's probably why I chose the name for his character, it's been a long time since I named these guys XD.

Gabby

Gabby is basically Barbie. She's the blonde straight white girl bimbo that is super supportive of everyone and will hit you with her heel if you're an asshole. She's inspired by characters like Elle Woods and Barbie. She's also a little inspired by Edna Mode from The Incredibles, since she's a fashionista, and designs the hero teams' costumes with practicality and fashion sense- making sure their superhero suits are fashionable and functional. She's Nickelle's best friend, and inspired by ride or die best friend characters in the superhero genre. Gabriela was originally a Hebrew name originating from the bible- the reason I picked it for her character though, is because Gabby or Gabriella is a common girl's name in the US, especially for white girls. It's also a name that feels very pink to me for some reason, and Gabby is all about pink, lace, and frills.

Kylee

Yet another self insert.... don't look at me... Alright, in all seriousness, the superhero genre doesn't have enough superheroes that are autistic- not Autistic™ Superhero- I mean superheroes that also happen to be autistic and it affects their life but it's also not their entire character. So Kylee is largely inspired by what I would be like as a superhero and how my autism would affect it, but also with some autism experiences that I don't particularly have like being fully non-speaking. She's also inspired by young superhero characters like Kate Bishop aka Lady Hawk and Stephanie Brown aka Spoiler. Her name is somewhat made up, let's be honest, it's just a feminine version of Kyle XD. This is set in somewhat modern middle class America where white moms are trying to come up with unique names for their kids, I gotta meet the setting a little here. I grew up hearing names for girls similar to her's all the time growing up, and trust me they were worse than what I came up with XD.

Bryson

Bryson is inspired by the team medic that is a 1000% done with their team getting themselves injuried by doing stupid things, and will lecture you if you try to push yourself while healing from an injury. He's inspired by characters like Will Solace in the Percy Jackson series (the actual characterization of Will from the books, not the uwuified version of him in fanfic sorry not sorry XD). The name Bryson which comes from a surname, and the surname originates from Latin but I can't find much that agrees on what it actually means... I honestly can't remember why I chose that name for him, I named these guys for this wip when I was like 12 and the names stuck forever XD.

V

V is inspired by shape shifter characters, and chaotic characters that always have some crazy and dangerous plan like Deadpool, Nimona, or Captain Jack Sparrow (wild combination I know). V is also inspired by the need for nonbinary characters, as well as the need for plus sized characters in media- especially with how those two things could be explored in fantasy and sci-fi. She's also a little inspired by Kamala Khan aka Ms. Marvel (moreso the comics version of her, because the MCU is kind of massacring characters right now, more than ever). Their full name is Vira, but they perfer to go by V. I have no idea why I named them that, again, I was 12 when I wrote this and the names stuck XD.

Jason

Ah, Jason. The author's LEAST favorite, and the character that solely exists to be bashed and is inspired by my BURNING hatred for a certain character in a popular superhero movie franchise who's shitty behavior is romanticized by both the writers and the fans... I can't stand the fact that the canon material of the movies doesn't even condemn his behavior, worse, it romatizises his shitty behavior along with most of the fandom (*cough cough* Tony Stark *cough cough)- and I couldn't stand it anymore, so that's why I created Jason. Same personality and characterization, different powers, and most imporatantly- condemned by the writing, even if the people in the story itself don't because his daddy is richer than god and he can get away with it in that little world- but at least I, the writer, will make sure his actions are not romanticized by the narrator. Jason just sounds like the name of an asshole, I knew a lot of entitled my daddy is rich Jasons in high school... (Sorry Jason Todd/Red Hood lovers, I love him too, but the name fits him too well). So his name became Jason.

Chase

Chase is The Guy in the Chair, the superhero teammate that doesn't have superpowers but is a tech genius, and the character that has a lot of dark and deep struggles with his mental health and isolates and puts up walls instead of reaching out for help. He's inspired by the genre's not only lack of main characters and heroes with Cluster B disorders, but also almost exclusively gives them to villains and bad guys. Not to mention how much worse the phenomenon is when they're characters of color with Cluster B disorders. I'm just one person and Chase is just one character, but I do hope that his character can make a bit of a change in these genres, even if only small. Chase is a name that typically means 'to hunt' or 'to chase' but I chose it for him when I was 12 because it sounded like a perfect name for 'the green guy', aka the character that is heavily accociated with green. Chase also used to be a pasty white redhead, so I don't think I want to know more about my 12 year old self's thought process here XD.

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✧OC Directory✧

I got a fuck ton of OCs so here's a faster way to look through them! These are only the OCs I have for published fanfics [the rest are just on my art blog ✌]

OC Name | Fandom | Partner/Love Interest

#Alex Watson | Bumblebee | Bumblebee

#Ash Hoffman | Fate: The Winx Saga | Riven

#Aud Giles | Buffy the Vampire Slayer | Spike

#Aya Neoguri | Lookism | Zack

#Dai Satou [Candy] | Kuroko no Baske | Atsushi

#Dakota Lycaon | Teen Wolf | Derek

#Deana Blake | Black Sails | Charles

#Devin | Cursed | Lancelot

#Dylan Thornwood | Lost Girl | Vex

#Gin Sakura | Shokugeki no Soma | Ryo

#Harper Jensen | The Almighty Johnsons | Ty

#Hel Flokisdottir | Vikings | Ivar

#Hikari Tachibana | Dance with Devils | Mage

#Ina | Dorohedoro | Kaiman + Risu

#Koga | Mushishi | Ginko

#Leila | Predator Franchise | Several Yautja

#Lila Drango | Shingeki no Bahamut: Virgin Soul | Azazel

#Logan Maverick | Legends of Tomorrow | Mick

#Lutra Castor | Agents of SHIELD | Fitz

#Max | One Piece | Buggy

#Mia Agma | Lookism | Vasco

#Miki Kiyiya | The Gates | Brett

#Misha Sobieski | Lucifer | Lucifer

#Naya Byrd | Being Human | Tom

#Pakstoka [Viper/Dia Jorel] | The 100 | Roan

#Sayuri Saboten | Naruto | Gaara

#Shadow | Dark Angel | Alec

#Shori Yamiko | Haikyuu | Kyotani

#Sin Nashi | Ouran High School Host Club | Takashi

#Taiyo Nibui | Devilman Crybaby | Akira

#Takachi Ukai | Haikyuu | Bokuto

#Toge Satsujin | Kuroko no Baske | Aomine

#Tsuki Hoshifuyu | Haikyuu | Kyotani

#Uriel | True Blood | Eric

#Wynter Hughes | Bleach | Grimmjow

#Yeou Gangaji | Lookism | Jay

#Yumiko Tohsaka | Fate/Stay Night | Archer

#Yuuno Hachiken | Silver Spoon | Komaba

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Hell In A Cell PPV Review

I was going to write this last night but I was far too pissed about the ending of the Rollins v Fiend match to do so.

Pre-show:

Lacy Evans v Natalia : This is the 8th time these two have met and yet tonight on Raw they will meet yet again in a Last Woman Standing match. Evans gets better each match but is still green. The match was ok. Overall Grade: C -

Main Show:

Lynch v Banks in a HIAC: This was the best match by far in the entire PPV hands down. Both women tried new things that have no been seen before, the chair being held up by kendo sticks was a new one. The creative spots were awesome and rather enjoyable. I disagree with the ending of having Lynch beat Banks though. Why bring Sasha back if you going to have her lose twice to Lynch, where does she go from here. Overall grade A- 

Roman/Bryan v Harper/Rowan: A good old fashioned Tornado Tag match that had a lot of action in and out of the ring. The good guys won in an enjoyable match. Overall Grade: B+

Ali v Orton: A typical Orton match. The move Ali made to get out of the RKO was amazing and something I have never seen before. Ali put up a good fight but once again Orton wins. Overall Grade: C+

Bliss/Cross v Kabuki Warriors: This is for the womens tag titles which the WWE seem to forget they have. Good match, Kari Sane’s high stepping finger poke on Cross cracked me up to no end but it seems the Kabuki warriors have turned heel..for no reason that anyone knows. The Green Mist spot by Askua was amazing and a throwback to Tajiri. I popped for that I have to say. A decent match. Overall Grade B -

Chad Gable v King Corbin: Decent match, Gable was on tonight and won with the most amazing devastating finisher in the WWE today...the roll up pin. Overall Grade C -

The OC and AJ Styles v Viking Raiders and Braun Strowman: A bunch of big beefy guys beating on each other but this was more of a Raw quality match. Not sure why suddenly the ref called for the DQ when minutes earlier the Viking Raiders and Strowman were beating up AJ I think 3 on 1. The best part was after them match when AJ went for the phenomenal forearm and got punched by Strowman knocking him out. His selling of being totally out of it was pure gold and had me laughing. Overall Grade: C

Bayley v Charlotte: Not surprised that Charlotte won, Fox will want her as champ and it happened. Match was lackluster when I know these two can put on a damn good match. Did a disservice to these women. Overall Grade C +

 Rollins v The Fiend: Where the fuck do I start here. The red lighting was horrible and I can’t imagine what it was like for those in the audience. Rollins finisher means nothing now as he kept using the stomp time again and the Fiend kicking out. Rollins when all Home Depot on the Fiend beating the hell out of him but then went from a sledgehammer...you know Triple H’s weapon of choice. The ref pleaded for him not to use it and when he did called for the bell. It ended in a NO FUCKING CONTEST. This is HELL IN A CELL FFS. The ending was horrible, crowd chanting “bullshit,” “AEW,” “refund” and “restart the match.” This finish killed Rollins as people are going to hate him more and the Fiend looks weak now. Overall Grade D +

The women carried the PPV with good to great matches but this is my final straw with WWE. I will go back to New Japan Pro Wrestling where booking makes sense and there are actually stories that play out. My sub to the network is cancelled. 

Thoughts?

[danyka-fendyr]

Kingdom of Gold: Part 2

It’s heeerree! I’m so excited to release the second chapter of this story. Hopefully I will also be bringing back As the Raven Flies soon. This series is based off of the Faint of Hearts series by @dreamwritesimagines​, as well as it’s sequel series Crown of Hearts. I would highly recommend checking the series out! It’s one of my favorites and I really love it. I’ve also been thinking about adding Remind Me to Archive of My Own. I don’t have an account right now, but I might get one and start adding fic there. Let me know what you guys think!

Taglist: @dreamwritesimagines​ @rhabakoli​

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Chapter Two: The girl traveled to a far off kingdom to serve her Queen, filled with a hostile people. She would soon find though that things were not what she believed them to be.

Isolde refused to believe it. She had always known her queen was a poisoner, but she had never expected these poison words from her mouth. How had she been here so long that she had gone mad already? 

“Don’t you see, Isolde? They are not what you have been led to believe. You were lied to.”

Isolde’s hands shake when she looks at her queen. 

“I was lied to? Is that it? It was a lie when they burned down my home? It was a lie when they killed Beatrice? You remember my sister, do you not? Or perhaps they have made you forget her along with the rest of our people. Was it a lie when they tried to kill me, when they dragged girls off the streets into dark corners and had their way with them? Believe me, your majesty.” Somehow, the words sound like an insult without meaning to. “I have tried to convince myself that this is all just a dream. If I could not do it, I do not imagine you would fare much better.”

She looked up at Isolde, and the regret was clear in her eyes. For a moment, she stumbles for words. But she is a queen. She is a queen and so it does not take her too long to regain her footing, to remember what it is she has to say.

“Have you ever been to war, Isolde?” 

The quiet words are the first thing she says, but she already knows the answer so Isolde does not know why she lets the silence hang in the air.

“No.”

“Then you would not know. You would not know that men on a battlefield can no more be controlled than a horse in a snake pit. Tame as any man may seem at home in his own bed, throw him to the vipers and he grows wild. He forgets friend and foe, and no amount of coaxing or calming will bring him out of that until the danger has passed. I never ordered what happened to your home. My husband never ordered what happened to your home. All we wanted was a better life for our son. But you have reminded me that sometimes...a better life comes at a cost.” The queen grows somber at this, something deep rising in her eyes that Isolde does not understand fully. “I am so sorry. So, so sorry for what happened to you. For what happened to Beatrice. I do remember her, you know. She was always such a sweet girl. I remember playing with her when we were children. She always made the prettiest daisy chains.”

Isolde gives a wet laugh, finding her eyes full of tears. “You couldn’t make a daisy chain on your life.”

“No, no I could not.” She laughs as well, and suddenly she transforms from the Queen of Kattegat back into Isolde’s Snapdragon.

Isolde wipes away her tears, straightening herself out. “You will forgive me though, my queen, if I find it difficult to bow to your king. If it does not come easy to my heart to love your people. It is hard for me to love a city when I know I cannot sleep soundly in it.”

Snapdragon nods. “I understand. Truly, I do. It was the same for me when I first arrived. I know they have told you horrible things, but please. See what a war would not let you see before.”

“I will do my best.” 

Isolde could not promise her that she would be able to find a way through the smoke and blood that filled her mind even now. Could not lie to her queen.

“For now I suppose I should just be grateful that this means Earl Eric probably has no plans to eat me,” Isolde joked.

Snapdragon snorted. “Eat you?”

“You never know with Vikings, Snapdragon.” 

Her friend gives her a sly grin that she has never seen before. “Well, I suppose you never do know. With the way Earl Eric looks at you, perhaps he really will devour you.”

Isolde blinked. “...What? Snapdragon, are you feeling quite alright?”

She giggled. “Oh, never better. Don’t worry. After a little while here you still start to understand what I mean. The people here are...much more open than back home.”

“I will have to take your word for that, my friend. In the meantime, I do have one favor to ask of you.”

“Ask it.”

“Please, I am begging you, do not make that great blond brute follow me around anymore. He is insufferable.”

“Scared because I said he might eat you?” The queen of Kattegat teased.

Isolde scowled. “No. I merely do not like him. He smiles too much. Someone who smiles that much must be lying to you.”

“And you, my darling, do not smile enough. The great blond brute stays.”

Isolde’s face fell. “My queen!”

“Perhaps he will grow on you. Anyhow, if he is really so terrible as you say, he will make the rest of my people look better in comparison. And no one knows Kattegat better than Earl Eric, outside of the royal family. If I could escort you myself I would, but-”

A pretty young maid stuck her head through the door after a brief knock, dirty blonde hair gleaming softly in the light. “My queen, the prince is fussing and we cannot seem to get him to stop.”

“Say no more, Gala.” Snapdragon gave Isolde a look that said this was exactly why she could not be gallivanting about her country. “I will be there in just a moment.”

The maid, Gala, nodded her hair and ducked back out of the room.

“I shall see to it that Earl Eric is sent to you. Do try to be civil, Isolde.” 

Isolde pouted, but she knew there was no use arguing with her friend. Much had changed with her, and her willingness to assert her authority was one of those things. Not that Isolde could say she was surprised. She had always felt more in the queen but had never had the words to say it. Could not have guessed where they would stand now.

Isolde wasn’t sure whether she was meant to wait here, or to wander the halls until Earl Eric happened to stumble upon her and drag her about this horrible kingdom. She shuddered at the thought of spending most of her time with him. Perhaps she could feign illness.

Before she could make any choice, Earl Eric arrived, as loyal and speedy as a hunting dog. A great, golden hunting dog. Isolde did not bother to uncross her arms from her chest when he entered the room, or to hide her displeasure.

“Ah, my lady! I see something has put you in an ill temper. Do not worry. I will show you all the best sites of Kattegat, and you will feel fine once again!”

Isolde tried not to let her jaw drop in shock. It was simply not proper to comment so blatantly on her mood, no matter how obvious she may have made it. She would add manners to the list of things they did not have in this country.

“Shall we go by horseback or by foot?”

“This is your country,” she huffed. “Should you not know how to travel it.”

He laughed again, and she hated the sound of it. “Some might say I do. The trouble here is that I know how to travel it by foot or by horse, and I thought the choice ought to be yours. So, what will it be?”

“Inkeri has had enough exercise for today, I think.” 

She would rather get her bearings on her own two feet, anyway. If she needed to run suddenly she might not have the horse at her disposal.

“As you wish, my lady.”

“I am not your lady. Call me Isolde. Just Isolde.”

“Isolde the Just, then?”

She blinked at him. “No.”

“Then what do they call you?”

“Isolde.” 

She had heard their king be called Ivar the Boneless. Was that a common practice amongst his people? Should she ask?

Before she could, he answered the question for her. “Here, sometimes we give our people titles. They are usually earned in battle. The king is, of course, Ivar the Boneless. His brother, Valhalla embrace him, was known as Sigrid Snake in the Eye. I thought, perhaps, you had earned yourself the title Isolde the Just.”

Isolde was silent for a moment. “Do you put much stock in the meaning of names here, Earl Eric?”

He paused. “I suppose.”

“And the meaning of your own name?”

“Ruler. Strong.”

“I suppose that name held, seeing as you are an Earl. Do you know the meaning of my name, Earl?”

“No.” He had heard names like it before where she was from, but he himself did not know the meaning.

“It has many meanings, but I have a favorite. My name,” she said, “means ice queen.”

That was not her favorite, but he had no business knowing that. Names had power, and their meanings more so. She was under no obligation to tell this barbarian anything.

“I am not so sure that is fitting, Isolde the Just.”

“You hardly know me, Eric the Irksome.”

He chuckled again. “This is true. Perhaps, though, we should walk as we debate it?”

She realized they had not left the queen’s chambers, and she flushed.

“As you wish.”

The earl took the lead, and she followed behind him.

“Do you have a title then?” It was simple curiosity that made her ask, not any interest in the man.

“Ah...Yes. It is not so important though.”

“Is it not?” She pressed.

“It is not.”

“So then you would not have chosen your title?”

“Perhaps not if given the choice. And you? If you could choose a title for yourself, what would it be, Isolde?”

She let the satisfaction from hearing her name off his lips sway her. Besides, what could it hurt? It was a meaningless title anyway.

“Isolde the Reckoner.”

“A fierce name for a fierce maiden.” He offered his hand to her as he stepped down the ledge into a courtyard, but she did not take it, instead picking up her skirts and taking the step herself. “This is our courtyard.”

“Yes. I can see that.”

“Would you like to see our training area and the stables? Inkeri is there now.”

“Inkeri training? I’m not sure that’s wise. She would blow all of your warriors out of the water. How would their self-esteem ever recover?” The joke was out of her mouth before she could remember that she and this easygoing Viking were not friends.

He chuckled. “Sometimes I think it would do them well to be taken down a peg or two.”

She turned to ice again. His warriors. The warriors that had killed her people.

“Perhaps we should skip the training yard. I wish to see Inkeri and make sure they are treating her well.”

“You have grown to love your horse faster than you have grown to love Kattegat, I fear.” He was joking, but he did not know how right he was.

Dust kicked up at the edges of Isolde’s skirt as she walked, her heavy petticoats weighing her down. It was a miracle she had been able to ride like this at all, that Inkeri could even carry her. Of course, she suspected Inkeri could carry anyone and anything.

“A horse is easy to love. You do not know where it has been, but you can be sure it has not massacred thousands.”

Something dimmed in the Viking’s eyes. “I am sorry for what happened to your people. If I could have spared you...”

“It is easy to turn back the clock and find ourselves the hero. Harder to look to the future and see what may be. Harder still to know that if you did not know me now, you would have spared me nothing then, as you did regardless.”

He stared at her, a deep sadness in his eyes. She almost wanted to take the words back at the watery blue, but she held on. She was still not entirely convinced they felt, despite her queen’s words.

Finally he spoke.

“I hope you never become accustomed to war, Isolde.”

“I fear it may be too late for that.” Her words were clipped.

“An open wound should not claim to be a scar when it bleeds for all the world to see.”

He lead her forward then, without so much as a glance back to see if she would follow. For a moment, she almost didn’t. Then she found herself racing after him, furious that he would dare assume a thing about her. This wouldn’t have happened if not for him. This was-

“This was your fault!” 

The words found their way out of her loud enough for the whole of Kattegat to hear if anyone had been around, but they were out of the wide-open courtyard now, in a more private section of the castle. He turned on her, nothing but pity on his features, and it enraged her further. 

“You did this. You and your people and all of your hate. You saw something you wanted, and you took it, and you did not care for the consequences! You did not care what else you had to take to take a kingdom..”

She tried to throw herself at him, but he stopped her with large, calloused hands, and she realized her mistake. The area they were in was private enough that no one would ever hear her screams. She would end as one of those girls she had seen dragged off into the night, bloody and used up, eyes pecked out by the crows when their bodies were not collected. But he did not move to hurt her, only to restrain her.

“Isolde.” He said her name like he knew her, like he understood, but he could not, could not, could not. “Isolde, it is all right. You are safe. You are all right.”

She struggled out of his grasp, and her body flailed wildly. Her limbs could not decide if they wanted to hurt him or shrink away in fear. Fear coated everything, stuck her mouth shut and made her eyes grow wide, breaths coming short.

“I will not hurt you, and I would not see harm come to you.” He had taken his hands off of her once he realized she did not intend to hurt him anymore, raising them placatingly. His voice was smooth, soothing. “You are safe here.”

She was shaking, the anger still running through her, waging war with her fright.

“I am not safe anywhere,” she murmured, quieter now. “We thought we were safe at home also. And do you know what happened? My sister was strangled to death in her own bed. My friends were dragged into the dark, and if they were lucky, lucky, they found the bodies. So I will not hear of being safe from you.”

And then she ran. She did not care where she was going. Did not care that she couldn’t hear his steps following. She only ran until she found a quiet corner where no one would find her. Then she slumped down and began to weep.

[akanetto]

So it happened again, I had to create a nasty nordic man into my story.

Yes, I already love him; and yes, he is a perv.

[kenzieam]

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ERIC AND FOX

Eric and Fox Trilogy

Fire Fox

Embers and Ash

Phoenix Rising

Eric’s POV

Through the Eyes of the Predator

I Never Though I’d Be Here - Chapter 1

I Never Thought I’d Be Here - Chapter 2

Eric and Fox Standalone Stories

Dauntless, Candor or Cut

Pier Confessions

The Experiment

Highest Bidder

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Amity Confidential

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

The Right Wrong Choice

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

The Right Wrong Choice - Eric’s Story

Deep Inside You

Regret

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Eric’s Letter

Lost Girl

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

My Eric Headcanon: Eric’s Sexual Kinks and Preferences

Trick or Treat - An Eric and Fox Halloween Oneshot

You and Me and the Devil Makes Three

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Alone in the Dark (in progress)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Alone in the Dark - Eric Alone

The Reaper and the Vixen (in Progress)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 - Fox’s Secret

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Reader “I’m a Gonna Try” Requests

Request 1 - Jai as a big, tough biker

Request 2 - ‘Like a Virgin’

Request 3 - Kyle Reese fluff

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IVAR AND SERA

The Return of the Viking Daughter

Sera Shadow

Shadows and Ghosts

Stars and Shadows (in progress)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Updated July 11, 2018

[siriustreasure]

welcome fairies

requests closed | drafts 89 (ಥ_ಥ)

hiya lovelies ! i’m melody or mellie / melly for short ! or if you like pet names you can totally use those !! <33 :)) please scroll for my masterlist <3

rules :

i will not write anything involving incest, pedophilia or lack of consent. i will also not be accepting any smut / nsfw requests for the foreseeable future.

favourite characters to write :

alucard, freddy, sun, moon, hvitserk, sirius, heinley, my ocs

favourite things to write :

fluff, angst, platonic pairings

characters + fandoms :

if a character / fandom is crossed out, i’m not accepting requests for them at the moment !

i currently don’t accept requests for celebrities, including the actors who play the people on this list. i do occasionally write stuff for them of my own accord however, so check my masterlist <3

american horror story :

incomplete, any pairing

michael langdon, montanna duke, xavier plympton

bridgerton :

complete, any pairing

benedict, prince friedrich

castlevania :

incomplete, platonic only | any pairing

alucard, dracula, sypha, lisa, hector

doctor who :

complete, platonic only

11th doctor, amy pond

dead by daylight :

incomplete, any pairing

yun-jin lee, the trickster (ji-woon hak), felix richter, the nurse (sally smithson), the huntress (anna), the artist (carmina mora)

euphoria :

incomplete, platonic only | any pairing

cassie, jules, nate, fez

five nights at freddy’s : security breach :

complete, platonic only

freddy, sun, moon, chica, roxy, foxy, bonnie

friday night dinner :

complete, platonic only | any pairing

johnny, jackie

house of ashes :

complete, platonic only | any pairing

eric, rachel, joey

love island : the game :

incomplete, romantic only

chelsea, kelly

resident evil :

complete, platonic only | any pairing

leon kennedy, claire redfield, lady dimitrescu, bela dimitrescu, daniela dimitrescu, karl heisenberg, ethan winters, mother miranda

red dead redemption 2 :

incomplete, platonic only

arthur morgan

remarried empress (game) :

incomplete, any pairing

heinley

scream :

complete, romantic only

billy, stu, tatum, sidney

the witcher :

complete, platonic only

geralt, yennefer, jaskier

vikings :

complete, platonic only

hvitserk, ubbe, lagertha, björn, ragnar, rollo

venom :

complete, any pairing

venom, eddie

wizarding world ( harry potter + spin offs ) :

complete, platonic only | any pairing

sirius black (ge only), remus lupin (ge only), queenie goldstein, dumbledore

masterlist :

vikings :

the end of an era ( hvitserk x sister! reader )

drabbles ( miscellaneous ) :

001 ( mostly hvitserk x sister! reader )

bridgerton :

prince friedrich courting you would include

corpse husband :

being corpse husband’s daughter would include part 2

[saltyluminaryvoid]

Meet Your Maker

Chapter Two: What Goes Around Comes Around

A Godric x coloured OC Imagine.

A short story on Mastani Zavare, a young elusive heiress who goes missing. 24 hrs after the amber alert is called, she awakes as the second born child of Godric. Follow her as she navigates the vampiric hierarchy, her blood lust for revenge and awakening feelings for the two vampires in her life. 

chapter one here

“My mother would have told me to move on and allow Karma to do her work, but I am my own force of nature and I take my fate into my hands tonight.” -SimpilySuspicious. 

The night had only begun and Eric was high on blood and sex, Fangtasia as always was thrumming with the wild beats of drunken hearts, hushed provocations into ears and human arousal. Much to his dismay, the beautiful  naked man in his dungeon did little to quell his anger and even little to comfort him. After his futile attempts (which in true Eric fashion ranged from pained anger to pleading deliberations) to convince his maker to return to Louisiana and not take his own life, Eric was commanded to promptly return to sheriffdom. With no way to disobey his maker, he left Dallas and Sookie behind that very night, unable to follow Godric as he took to the skies. His maker with a sombre smile had begrudgingly accepted  his childe’s last wish to leave their bond intact until he met true death. Godric had always known, Eric would rather first meet the true death than relinquish his bond to his maker. 

Eric nearly lost in the depths of pain, continued to brutally fuck and drink from the young man hanging by arms, legs wrapped around his waist as the human screamed in both pain and ecstasy. So caught into the depths of his depression, the sudden but short gush of renewed joy coupled with the formation of an added family bond left him frozen. The human turned from screaming to loud pants and moans as he desperately tried to catch his breath. As quickly as Eric stopped his thrusts began with renewed vigour as peace flooded through him and smile made its way onto his face at the thoughts for a baby sibling. The human came once more legs quivering for the very last time that night as the Viking finished his meal, leaving the young man with an offering of his blood in thanks. Eric's mind set to now make nest preparations to welcome his maker and sibling home.

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Perched high upon the forest canopy, with arms gripped tightly around his newborn Godric began to concoct a devious plan to drive the four humans to insanity. But first it was time to feed his ravenous daughter. Confident in his maker’s command Godric released Mastani from his powerful grasp and with the practised ease of two thousand years of stalking unwilling victims Godric pounced. 

First, he quickly and efficiently glamoured the four, noting the strong resemblance between the lone woman and his childe not to mention the bit of vile conservation she spewed, he easily determined her to be the mastermind. Using his bond as a guide to fulfil his daughter’s wishes, he kept the woman behind. The bond flared with feelings of betrayal, hurt and anger towards the woman and Godric felt his emotions arise as the need to sink his teeth into her and snap the woman’s neck himself grew. Godric halted and cleared his head. Reprimanding himself softly, to gain better control of his emotions. He was over two millennia, he should know better than to allow emotions of the bond to affect sound judgement. As per Mastani’s fantasies he sent the three men on their way but he allowed them a few drops of his ancient blood to ensure he would always be aware of their location. She had known them longer and wished for them to suffer greatly for their betrayal to the family by her hands. And yes it had occurred to him that maybe it wasn’t the greatest idea to use the human who manipulated the scum of the earth to murder and defile her own sister as the first meal for said sister. Hopefully he could turn it into a grounding lesson in control before his first born corrupts his new sister with his antics, Godric thought despairingly but somewhat fondly at the thought of seeing his Viking soon.

Up above, Mastani looked on frozen in her perch, unable to act upon her  preservation instincts. Snarls escaped her as the angel approached the danger and passed commands over them. deep down she would feel two presences, one unfamiliar but safe her instincts spoke, hovering within and gentling probing within her in curiosity and wonder and one which called her to her angel. Nervously looking down, Mastani tightened her grip upon the tree and fear flooded into the shared bond.

Her angel looked up, a fond smile playing upon his lips as he held his hands out, a promise to catch her she realised, and once again beckoned her to his arms. Her un-beating heart surged as unknown feelings of calm and protectiveness surged into her, urging her to trust which in turn gave her the push she needed to make the jump. (Later she would realise those feelings came from the unknown bond which began to slowly intertwine closely with hers:) Closing her eyes, she could feel the caress of the wind and hear the unnatural stillness of the forest for miles on end. But her senses were immediately honed on the steady beat of the human’s heart, even in the cool strong arms of her maker, all she could focus upon was the tightening pangs of hunger rolling through her body. 

With a maker’s command to his voice, Godric spoke firmly, “You will not feed on a human without my express permission and guidance, in any event where u are surrounded by humans and tempted to feed you will keep a reasonable distance from the human and then you will immediately call for me through our bond.” 

“Yes maker,” the words left her lips before she could even understand the significance of what she had spoken. And as the confusion marred her face, Godric spoke, “We will discuss terms after I see you are properly fed, now for our first lesson I will teach u how to locate the vein and properly feed.”

“Unfortunately for you my childe, those lessons will be far and few in between this first century, as mainstreaming and the media has made it nearly impossible for newborns to freely feed on humans.” He brought the wrist of the compelled human forward and positioned himself right behind Mastani ensuring to keep his left arm wrapped snugly around her waist out of protective instincts. Mastani could do nothing but remain where her maker commanded her. Godric brought his mouth to her ear and spoke lowly but not quite a whisper “We will start at the wrist, the flow of the blood comes slowly and it takes a great deal of effort for a vampire to drain a human from here.” “I will teach you another time to listen to the heart as you feed, for now, let me guide you.” Godric then guided her fangs towards the human wrist, “Now you will bite right here and remove your fangs before u begin to truly digest the blood.”

Godric had always prided himself in being able to properly satisfy the needs of his progeny, no matter how sexual or vengeful they were. As he had done for Eric he would do for his daughter. So Godric did nothing but watch as the newborn surged forward and sank her fangs into the human’s wrist, who could do nothing but scream and writhe in absolute agony. Now he couldn’t help but reminisce on the early days he spent teaching and guiding a newborn Eric. At those thoughts sadness and guilt pang within him as he thought back to that final night in Dallas. He certainly owed his Viking an apology. As the beats of the human heart began to dim, Godric sprung into action.

Mastani moaned in pleasure as the warm blood flooded into her mouth, igniting sparks of arousal as the blood seeped into her limbs and brought colour to her cheeks. Her maker’s voice, whispering incentives into her ears, leading her out of the blood daze as she petulantly release her grip upon the human. Godric, watched on as his childe mouth formed into a stubborn pout, the beginnings of a complaint upon her lips Godric couldn’t resist as he swept in and left a light peck upon them. Chuckling to himself as her face flushed red and the complaint turned into flustered nonsensical noises. Being the tease he brought her into his embrace and left another kiss upon her exposed shoulder. Only stopping himself from going further as the human released pained groans whilst attempting to stop the bleeding wound. Irritation ignited within as he harshly dragged the human woman closer, her back now pressed against his front, Mastani looking on in open desire as he sunk his own fangs into the human’s neck. The human continued to cry but he paid her no bother, he had a lesson to continue. Besides she allowed no mercy to her sister and he would allow none to her. Releasing his fangs from her neck, he beckoned Mastani forward to allow her to continue her meal. Gently guiding her to take slow gulps of blood as he listened intently to the human’s heart as he wanted the human to live and suffer. 

At her maker’s command Mastani once again released her hold. This time she no longer felt the pangs of pain but rather a wave of tiredness flooded through her. She watched on as Godric commanded the human to return to her housing, rest, eat and remain there until Godric returned for her. Satisfied with his glamour, Godric turned his attention towards his progeny and long 3 hours of flying to Louisiana tonight but first a bath for his young one was in order.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE

Hi guys, the next chapter I plan to put up will be from the perspective of our OC. A little background on her human life and the events leading to her death. This will be a very short series, no more than six chapters at the very least. Also thank you all for sticking around so long for an update, university and life has really been a mess this past year. Also with me re-watching true blood and falling down the Eric Northman rabbit hole once again, don’t be surprised to find his scenes in a more risque manner. Also I wrote this story with a brown girl as oc because there is barely any true blood fanfic out there with a brown oc.

P.S If u couldn’t tell I’m so excited to build the cutest sibling relationship between the two.

[fangbangerghoul]

The Boys™️ had an intervention for Ghoul. They had been traveling for 3 straight days and the big guys were tired.

(Ambrosius is @lisa-and-shadow pawn and Quil is @bearlytolerant pawn)

Ghoul gave in after they took down a minotaur and a small goblin camp. She was finally feeling the weight of exhaustion, herself. Eric was the first to sleep (of course) and Ambrosius was sleeping immediately after (not without making small retorts about Ghouls choices).

The late night was left to Quil and Ghoul discussing mundane topics, from plants to the Constellations. He stayed up with her until she finally found it in her to relax and go to sleep.

[multifandomfanfiction]

Rain Is A Good Thing

TITLE: Rain Is A Good Thing PAIRING: Godric / OC RATING: T CHAPTER: One-shot SUMMARY: Gwendolyn returns to the road where Godric saved her.

[A/N - Written for @writer-wednesday. This is a sequel to "Rain Washes the Blood Away".]

The road had changed.

When Gwendolyn was a child, it was a dirt road. Now it was paved.

But the trees remained the same. They were taller now, illustrating how many years had passed since she stepped foot on this road.

She was attacked on this road and saved. It was also where she had died.

A pair of arms wrapped around her waist and a pair of lips landed on her neck. “What are thinking about, my love?”

Gwendolyn turned her face to look at her lover who hadn’t aged a day. “Thinking about how you turned me here.”

Godric frowned. It was a day he’d rather forget.

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Gwendolyn and Godric walked down the road where he had saved her.

She turned to him. “I want you to turn me.”

Godric sighed. “You don’t know what you’re asking of me.”

“I do, Godric. I want to live with you forever.”

“You would never age. Never be able to have a family.”

She put her hands on Godric’s face. “I don’t care about any of that. I just want you.”

Godric took her wrists in his hand and pulled her hands away. “I can’t. I will not turn you. You should find a human man who will love you and give you what you want.”

Godric turned away from her, about to leave her for the final time. Erik was expecting him.

“I can’t live without you, Godric.” Gwendolyn pulled out a knife and before Godric could stop her, she plunged it into her heart.

“No!” Godric yelled. He caught her before she hit the ground.

Blood pooled beneath them.

“Please,” Gwendolyn begged, a tear leaving her eye. She lifted a bloody hand to Godric’s face. “I love you.”

Godric could hear her heartbeat slowing down. It would stop in a few seconds.

“I am so sorry, my love.” Godric ripped into his wrist with his teeth and shoved it in Gwendolyn’s mouth. “Drink, my love, and we will be together forever.”

As Gwendolyn began to drink, it started raining.

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“I’m sorry, Godric,” Gwendolyn told him. She would always carry the guilt of taking the choice out of Godric’s hands, but she didn’t want to live without him.

Godric kissed her forehead. “It’s alright, my love.”

Godric hated that she had forced his hand, but he would have been devastated if he had returned to the village years to find out she had died or taken her own life. He’d never loved anyone like he loved Gwendolyn, except maybe Eric.

“You saved me that day. When you killed that man. You saved me from the life of being a pretty little housewife for some man who didn’t really love me. You’ve showed me the world.”

Godric smiled and kissed her. “Now you’re my pretty little mate. Do you ever wished you had children?”

“You’ve given me children remember? Eric and Nora and Pam if you wanna count her.”

Eric loved his Maker’s mate because she made him happy.

Nora had been brought to Godric by Eric, but Gwendolyn was the one to convince him to turn her because she saw how much Eric cared for Nora. Gwendolyn couldn’t be prouder of Nora being a part of the Vampire Authority.

“Don’t let Eric hear that,” Godric said.

Gwendolyn laughed.

The blonde Viking could act like a child when something didn’t go his way, but he did refer to Gwendolyn as mother sometimes despite her being significantly younger than him. Pam, on the other hand, was ambivalent towards Gwendolyn. She didn’t hate her or love her.

“Speaking of Eric, we should get going. Don’t want him to start tearing up the house like a bored house dog,” Gwendolyn said.

Godric laughed. “That or he’ll eat the maid again.”

Gwendolyn rolled her eyes. “God, I hope not. It’s so hard to get good help nowadays.”

As they started to walk to the car, it started raining.

[alonely-dreamer]

The Valuable Sun | Chapter 23 (Part 3)

Summary: Brooke and Eric have work to do.

Pairing: Eric x OC

Warnings: 18+

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

Words: 2688

Masterlist

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 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23 (Part 1) | Chapter 23 (Part 2)

Tags: @parabatai-winchester​

To say that Brooke and Sookie were having a hard time was an understatement. Sookie, after killing Debbie and having Pam turn Tara into a vampire, was judged and hated by all, and she had come back from work a wreck, and had dove into the cabinet were gran had always kept the alcohol. She turned on the stereo, and the loud music woke Brooklynne up.

She had spent the entire day in bed, and even though she kept waking up and kept having the worst lucid dreams, she stayed under the covers until way after sunset.

Not only the music was loud, but Brooke could hear her sister’s devastating thoughts. She had cast Bill away from her mind, she had enough humans judging her for her to worry about the traitorous bastard her vampire ex-boyfriend had turned out to be. She was so drunk she couldn’t hear Brooke think really, really, loudly that she wished she’d turn down the music a bit. Perhaps Sookie didn’t even know her sister was in her bedroom upstairs. She rarely were anymore.

Lafayette called. He had found Sookie’s car destroyed against a tree, and wanted to check on her. She was fine, apparently, she had jumped out of the car at the right time, and had even found it funny. She must be really drunk, Brooke thought.

She heard another train of thoughts approach the house, but his smell told her who he was before she could even hear anything. Sookie was waiting for another well deserved scolding from the werewolf but was surprised to hear Alcide had told Debbie’s parents some lie about how the Alpha from their pack had slept with her then killed her. Good. Because if Alcide had told the truth and Sookie had been sent to jail, not much would have been left of the werewolf after that night.

She tried to tune out the party that was going on downstairs, but it was either listening to Alcide and Sookie’s drunk thoughts about each other or thinking about her own issues. And she really didn’t want to think about Eric at the moment.

When Sookie and Alcide started to make out on their grandmother’s couch, she thought about leaving the house, not only to give them some privacy but also because she really didn’t want to hear any of it.

But then she heard his voice. Or rather, his thoughts. Bill was standing right there, outside of their house, watching the werewolf and the fairy take each other’s clothes off. A creep until the end. Brooklynne felt like fighting, and he had just given her a reason to beat his ass.

She sped out of her house, wearing nothing but a tight shirt and silk shorts and went straight to Bill whom she pushed away with supernatural strength. The King of Louisiana landed in the cemetery near the house.

“What are you doing here?” she asked as if he were still standing right in front of her.

It took a couple of seconds for him to get back on his feet and return to his spot.

“You know, I am still your King.”

“What are you gonna do?”

Bill sighed. “I get that you’re mad, but…”

“But nothing. Leave my sister alone.”

“I didn’t come here for Sookie.”

“What then?”

“I told him to meet us here,” Eric said as he appeared beside his King. “Granted, he could’ve picked a better spot.”

“Weren’t we supposed to go with Alcide?” she asked, remembering the plan. “He’s drunk now.”

“Clearly,” Eric mumbled.

“Let’s sober him up,” Bill said, and Brooke had no doubt he was more than happy to put a stop to the party.

***

Alcide took them to Doug, the employee that had found the hole in the parking lot. The werewolf had been smart not to ask about the obvious tension between the vampires while they drove in his van to the site.

Doug was a chubby man almost as tall as Alcide. His hair was longer, and so was his beard. He seemed shy and squeamish, and didn’t feel comfortable with whatever was happening. They had taken them to Russell’s former resting place where fresh cement had been poured to cover the hole. Brooklynne asked Doug to hold her hand and close his eyes and focus on that night, on what he saw. He had been glamoured by the vampire who had dug up Russell and it was harder for her to get any useful images from his mind.

“It’s a woman,” Brooke said. “She’s digging up Russell with her hands.”

Russell appeared like a bloody overgrown baby with no skin and the memory made Doug start to shake in fear.

“What the fuck is this?” he asks as if he were living it for the first time.

“Wait,” Brooke squeezed his hand harder as he tried to step away. “It’s Nora,” she breathed out.

“That’s not possible,” Eric said, trying to ignore Bill’s ‘I told you so’ look.

“She has the same necklace.”

“It could be any member of the Authority, then. Do you see Nora’s face?”

“No, just the necklace.”

“So we don’t know for certain it’s her,” Eric insisted. “It’s not Nora, it can’t be. She thought Russell was dead. She risked her life to free us.”

“Can I go now?” Doug asked.

But they were far from done.

The woman, whom according to Eric was not Nora, had Doug scoop Russell up like a baby and take him into an abandoned facility at the other end of town. That was their next destination.

In the van, Eric and Bill kept arguing about Nora while Brooklynne, helped by Doug’s blurry memory, led Alcide to Russell’s location.

“She’s a traitor and a liar, just like her brother,” Bill spat at the sheriff who showed fangs at the insult. Bill followed suit.

“Take that back,” Eric growled.

But the fight was cut short as Bill’s phone started ringing. Brooke couldn’t help but listen.

“Hello?”

“Hey, guys. It’s Molly. Remember me? Giving you a shout-out to let you know your countdown has started.”

“Our countdown?”

“Yeah, your iStakes are set to activate at dawn. Bummer, right?”

“There must be some kind of mistake.”

“No, I’m launching a test. Is your iStake glowing?”

Brooke took a look at the two vampires at the back of the van. Eric opened his jacket and a red light was coming from under his shirt, right where his heart was. iStake. It sounded stupid, but scary. That was what she had felt the previous night when he had held her against his chest. And that stupid but scary thing would kill Eric if they didn’t find Russell before the end of the night. She looked up at her maker with a heart and eyes full of worry. They wouldn’t have time after all. She wouldn’t have time to forgive him. And as he stared back at her, she saw in his eyes that it was okay. That he knew.

“Yeah, they’re glowing…”

“Cool. Means we’re good to go. Good luck. And if you don’t make it, it’s been rad serving you. Peace out.”

Brooklynne wanted to tear that Molly apart for the total indifference she showed at her maker’s True Death. But she had bigger problems. They all did.

Doug was reluctant to enter the building, but all Alcide wanted was for it to be over, so he dragged him in and started looking.

“Wolves have been here,” he sniffed.

“They come with Russell,” Bill said with a sigh, wondering which would kill him first, the iStake or a werewolf.

The building was an abandoned asylum. Brooklynne would find it ironic that Russell would hide here but she was too anxious to find it even remotely funny.

They dragged Doug, or rather Doug led them, through Brooke, down to the morgue, walking pass freshly severed hands and other dead bodies being eaten by rats.

“Well, at least we’re in the right place,” Eric said.

“The morgue,” Bill thought aloud as they walked pass the indications on the wall. “How convenient.”

Helped by a flashlight, Doug and Alcide followed the vampires into the darkness of the basement. Hearing, or perhaps sensing something Doug couldn’t, the vampires revealed their fangs as Alcide said:

“We’re being watched.”

Doug had reached his limits and let go of Brooklynne before he ran away. Knowing it was a bad idea to leave the human alone in this abandoned asylum where a three thousand year old psychopath was hiding, Alcide went after him. It was only when Doug started screaming that the three vampires followed him.

They found what seemed to be Russell’s pantry, where over a dozen humans were hanging from hooks like pigs in a butchery. A man started begging for his life, begging for them to take someone else, anyone else but him.

“Where do they take the prisoners?” Bill asked him.

“Down the hallway. There’s screaming and then there’s not!”

“What do we do with them?” Brooke asked.

“We’ll come back for them after we’re done with Russell,” Eric said before turning around and exiting the room, followed by the rest of his suicide squad.

Stakes in hands, they made their way to the end of the hallway where they found Russell lying on a hospital bed. He looked pale and sick, even coughed a few times. He looked almost human. Almost.

“Ah, miss Stackhouse. I see you’ve joined us,” he said with an eerie smile.

“We came here to finish what we started,” Eric told him as he approached.

“Well… give it your best shot.”

Russell’s smile grew bigger before Alcide, who was still standing in the hallway, behind Brooke, got jumped by a wolf.

“Eric!” Brooke shouted as a wolf launched itself at her maker.

She went to help him but was stopped by Russell who positioned himself between her and the Viking.

“Mmh, you’re just what the doctor ordered,” he smirked. “I’m sure becoming one of us just made your fairy blood even stronger.”

He trapped her against a wall and as he aimed for her throat she used her light to push him away. His back hit the wall at the other end of the hallway and he collapsed on the floor painfully.

“Yeah,” he cackled like a maniac as he sat up and leaned against the wall, “there is that aspect of you which I loathe.”

Eric killed the wolf that was after him then sped towards Russell. He crouched to get to his level then seized his face and made him look away from Brooklynne and directly at him.

“Look at me. I want to be the last thing you ever see,” he growled as he directed his stake towards his heart.

But before he had the chance to make a big mistake, Bill had his own stake aimed at Eric’s heart.

“He dies, we die. Most certainly. But if we take him back alive, maybe we don’t have to die.”

“Unlikely.”

“But not impossible.”

“Eric! Please,” Brooke begged. “He’s right!”

Eric snarled but eventually let go of his stake and put his fangs away. Russell used this short moment of weakness to pick up the disregarded weapon and attack the Viking. In less than a second, Eric was on his back, Russell on top of him, the sharp tip of the stake on his heart. Brooke moved fast and once again used her light to push Russell away from the man she loved.

It all happened really fast, and Brooke barely had time to register what was happening, as a group of heavily armed soldiers came in. Half of them had their guns pointed at Russell and the other half at her own heart.

“Freeze!”

Russell surrendered without protest, the red lights now aiming at his chest. One move and he’d be a pool of blood.

A tall, black man all dressed in black, from his shoes to his cap, joined them and stared at Brooklynne like she was the worst thing he had ever seen in his entire life. Eric quickly positioned himself between her and the man who was obviously the one giving orders here.

“What is this?” he asked with a strong accent.

“She’s mine,” Eric growled.

“Yours?”

“My progeny.”

There was no hiding anymore, no lying anymore. They had seen it. The light, the speed. It was useless to deny it, they were damned either way, and if they had to die tonight, they were at least going to be honest about it.

“What is she?”

… Well, half a truth was better than a complete lie…

“She’s a vampire.”

Russell chuckled.

“Lie,” the commander hissed.

“I turned her myself.”

“I suppose we will see what Guardian has to say about… this,” he said, looking around at the room where two dead werewolves were lying naked next to Bill. “Wolf and human are here,” he continued as Alcide appeared behind him, buttoning his jeans. “Why?”

“Doug led us here,” Bill started to explain. “Nothing that a little glamouring won’t take care of.”

“Do it,” the commander agreed before he exited the room.

After thoroughly glamouring Alcide, Eric made sure he got out safely and wasn’t stopped by any of the soldiers that the Chancellor had brought with him.

“He’s fine, he got in his van and is driving home,” Eric told Brooklynne as he saw the worried look in her eyes, though she didn’t worry about Alcide, she knew the werewolf would be okay.

Eric sighed.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered as he cupped her cheeks with his hands. “This is what I wanted to keep you safe from.”

He placed a kiss on her forehead before bringing her to his chest. He rested his chin on her head as she hugged him back. Still, no word came out of her mouth.

***

Chancellor Akinjide seemed impressed, and though he wouldn’t let Brooklynne go, he had stopped looking at her with disgust but rather with curiosity.

“No one thought you two would actually be able to deliver Russell Edgington,” he told them as he led them out of the building and into a van. “Guardian will be extremely pleased.”

“Pleased enough to not execute us?” Eric asked as he sat next to Brooklynne.

“Only Lilith knows that.”

“As only she knows all,” Bill replied with a smirk.

The chancellor didn’t reply as he closed the doors of the van, trapping them inside the vehicle.

“Who’s Lilith?”

“Enough with this religious bullshit already,” Eric sighed. “Lilith can fucking blow me.”

“No, she certainly cannot!”

Bill chuckled.

“Lilith is like the God of vampires,” he explained.

“And why are you suddenly so into it?” Eric asked his King.

“I’m just covering my ass.”

“Are you telling me the Authority is a religious government?”

“It could be worse,” Eric said. “They could take the word of the Vampire Bible literally.”

“The what? The what?!”

“At least the sanguanista aren’t in charge…”

“Who…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Eric told her as he took her hand in his. “I’ll explain on the way to New-Orleans.”

“New-O…” she stopped. “Are we… are they… Are we going to die tonight?”

She caught his eyes and saw. They were most probably going to be executed tonight, and she would be questioned and experimented on and maybe they’ll use her blood to give the sun to all vampires… And everything he had done to keep her safe was crumbling down on him, breaking him apart as this voice inside of his head screamed at him that it was his fault and that he should have known better.

He wiped a tear off her cheek and took her chin between his fingers. He tried to give her his most sincere smile as he said: “I love you.” And he didn’t wait for her to say it back because hearing those words coming out of her mouth would kill him before dawn. So he kissed her forehead and rested his cheek on her head, hoping, praying to whatever God there was that he hadn’t just sentenced the woman he loved to death.

[gertrudnorthman]

* 1000 Year old Vampire

* Childe of Northman

* Sister of Eric Northman

* Not new to Fandom

* OC of True Blood

* 21 + Literate and Detailed

* Ships with Chemistry

I don't remember anything of the attack, my mother, the Queen or my father the King of Sweden. I was told by my brother Eric that they fought diligently to save the lives of my mother and me.

When the attack ended, a cry was heard from near the body of the Queen. The new Viking King rushed to the infant Gertrud's side (that's me)...

He hurriedly gathered me up and took me to the medicine man. It would have seemed my mother had shielded me with her body only injuring me with scratches from the wolve's teeth and claws. Though they were deep, it took much time for me to heal.

My brother Eric raised me along with other women in the immediate vicinity who were sympathetic to our plight. Luckily pregnant Viking women were aplenty so they were readily able to feed me.

As I grew, I did learn how to take care of men as I was going to be Queen one day if Eric bore no children. I was betrothed and wed at the age of 16. 3 children resulted in the marriage at the hands of a brutal man by the name of Harald. 1 boy, Trygve and 2 girls, Ingrid and Liv. He was desperate for Eric to die in battle so that he could take the seat as King to rule over Sweden.

Harald sent traitors into battle with my brother and he was brought to the edge of death. His body had not been returned with the others. I would not allow the elders to declare him dead. I sat as Queen Regent until his return.

At each turn as I attempted to give orders, Harald attempted to overrule them. He attempted to starve our people to have me declare my brother dead. Yet the elders refused it to be done. The people sided with me as I was their Queen Regent and he was nothing to them. This angered him greatly.

He took it out on me and the children. More so me. As the men in the village that remained or returned from war who called him a coward for not marching along side them into war threatened to kill him if he raised a hand on the children of their King. So he relented to take it out on me.

He took a whore into our bed and put a child into her belly. Claiming his child with her would be the next King of Sweden. Threatened to kill me and our children in the middle of the night.

I consistently told my children that their King and Uncle Erik was fighting the war and would return one day. There was no need to worry. He loved them very much.

Erik returned when I turned 23. I am not sure if he was watching my husband rule from afar over his Kingdom as a tyrant, but upon his return he killed Harald for the crimes he committed against our country. I disposed of my married named for myself and my children as I did not wish for our country to see me or my son as a tyrant. My parents and brother were well loved and respected.

Thus installing my 7 year old son Trygve Northman as the King with our trusted advisor Birger as regent until he reached manhood.

As my brother explained what he was and how lonely he was without Mother, Father and me, I nodded and agreed to become a creature of the night and be with him throughout the ages. Leaving my children behind in the care of others, with the promise I would return.

I returned every six months to say hello and watch them grow. I could not stay long as the hunger grew too unstable. I informed my children I was fighting wars with their uncle, however they were always in my heart. As they grew, I had to 'die' as I was not getting any older.

I traveled the world for the next 1,000 years with my brother, my Maker... there was not a place in the world we have not been. We are constantly seeking vengeance on those who murdered our parents.

Now we are here, in this... dump Shreveport Louisiana. In a bar by the name of #Fangtasia. Not that the club doesn't do well since we 'Came out of the coffin.' (What a ridiculous saying really). It gives us plenty of food, in private of course. I have my own office for those very reasons.

He seems to have this...thing for a human. Or so she claims to be. By the name of Sookie Stackhouse. I honestly don't understand what he sees in her, but she smells like the sun coming over the horizon. Something I remember from days long past. I just want to taste her. And Eric being who he is pulled the "As your Maker, I forbid you to bite Sookie Stackhouse." He should just say as your brother..

[azurethevampire]

I Will Give You A Reason

A/N: Set in season 6, episodes 2-3 (I think at least it was those episodes xD) This piece is quite angst-filled one, so prepare yourself with tissues if you have to. If there is any mistakes to the few words/sentences of Swedish used in this, they are entirely my own as that isn't my strongest foreign language and I didn't use a translator. Also this was written about a year ago when I watched True Blood for the first time.

Fandom: True Blood

Summary: Emily and Pam have searched for Eric across the world. When they finally find the 1,000 years old viking vampire from France Emily's already shattered world seems to turn into dust: Eric, her rock, her best friend, the only father she's ever had, is sick. 

Characters: Eric Northman, Pamela Swynford de Beaufort, Emily Northman (oc)

Words: 2736

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"Pam, you have to eat." 

You don't look like yourself, she wanted to add but stopped herself just in time. The vampire had been snappier for a few days now and Emily didn't want to make her mad at her. Not that she believed that Pam would really hurt her, even in anger. She had never done so after that one time and that had been when Emily was six and she hadn't known when to keep her mouth shut. 

Well, maybe she still didn't know when to keep her mouth shut —but she was better than ten years ago!  

Pam turned to look at the teenager—No. The young woman, that Emily had blossomed into in the last months despite that the world seemed to grow shittier every fucking day. Perhaps that was the reason why. Emily had lost that soft roundness on her face and her eyes were tired, dark bags under her eyes. Her clothes hung on her, and Pam, for a brief moment, wondered when was the last time the human herself had eaten. 

"I'm not hungry." 

Emily resisted the urge to roll her eyes, instead, she sat down on the only chair in the motel room they were in. "Snälla, Pam. You could at least stop lying to me about it - I'm not blind!" 

Pam was about to snap something back, but instead, her hand reached the doorknob. But before she left the room she turned to face Emily again. "If I can't find anything tonight, I'll feed on you tomorrow, I promise. Stay here, don't open the door to anyone and don't invite anyone in." 

Emily let Pam say those words the vampire had said every night although the girl is tired of hearing them night after night. But it seemed to help Pam, to get to remind her of those small yet so trivial rules. So Emily's "I know" echoed in the empty vampire-friendly motel room after Pam had left and closed the door behind her. 

Her eyes spotted the room key left on the small cracked table near the door. In the first months of their search, Pam locked Emily in but lately, the vampire had not taken the keys with her at all. 

And because of that Emily knew that Pam was starting to become suicidal in their search for Eric.

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“I think I found him.” 

Pam has never - as far as Emily’s memory goes back - sounded more… excited? Happy? No, that is not the right word and she knew that. Pam’s voice was flat, she tried to hide the hope that had filled her but Emily felt it. It radiated off Eric’s first progeny and she couldn’t help it; for the first time in months, Emily dared to let herself hope too. 

But there was something else she sensed from Pam. She was sad too, and that made the girl swallow. “But?” When did my voice start to sound so weak? So small? 

Pam’s next words killed something inside of her. 

“Tara is dead. I felt it.” 

What felt like minutes passed and Emily couldn’t say anything, couldn’t move from her spot. Pam was still but there was no denying the glint in her eyes. Emily and Pam had never been the type to coddle each other. Never. 

Still, Emily raised up in her bed anyway, took the few short steps it took to reach the vampire, who had been her only family for six months now, and she wrapped her arms around her, swallowing and blinking back the tears she felt coming. 

“I’m so sorry, Pam.” 

And Pam - beautiful, bad-ass, smart Pam - returned the young woman’s embrace, letting bloody tears run freely, staining Emily’s shirt with red. 

•-•-•-•-•

The plane landed in France the same evening - Pam in a coffin in the cargo hold. 

They flew to the villa in France. Pam had told Emily that she and Eric used to live here before they were forced to go to Shreveport. 

She could see why the two vampires had chosen this place to reside in — even in the night, the garden surrounding the sand-coloured walls of the large building was breathtakingly beautiful. 

Emily had more pressing matters though than to watch the sights. She could feel him. First time in over six months, Emily felt Eric. That familiar flare that had so long been gone from inside her, burned again. No. Not completely familiar. There was no doubt that the vampire she felt was indeed Eric Northman. But his life force, which had always been so strong… it cracked. Like old dry cement. 

Something is wrong, Emily thought as she followed Pam inside, to a spiral staircase going down, down, down.

Emily swallowed. She had a bad feeling. Very bad feeling - and god, she wished she was wrong. She begged to be wrong. That there was simply something wrong with her own powers, and not something wrong with her Eric. 

Wishful thinking, foolish thinking, she knew. Knew because she had felt this same feeling before over the past months - recently more often than she would have wanted to. 

Emily and Pam started to make their way down the stairs, and Emily - her chest tightened in pain. 

Two youngish and beautiful women met the vampire and the empath on the stairs. One of them said something in French. Emily couldn't understand, she had never bothered learning French. Maybe sometime during 'forever' — she had used to think that. Not anymore, not for a long time now. 

She didn't know what the French woman said but she did feel their emotions. Confusion. Betrayal. Hurt. Confusion. 

The final round of the spiral and Pam and Emily saw the room. 

As soon as Emily's eyes fell on him, she felt her heart tighten. She had thought she had felt pain last night when Tara died the true death. She had been wrong. 

Nothing she had ever felt compared to the heart-wrenching, punch-in-the-gut pain that crashed over her like a hurricane when the dark veins creeping up her guardian's chest, the meaning of them, finally hit her. 

And even though her legs felt like boiled spaghetti, Emily forced herself to step closer to Eric. Eric who was sick. He can't be! He's Eric for fuck's sake! But he could be, and he was. "No" pushed through her lips, past the lump in her throat, the word sounding broken. 

And Eric. 

Eric Northman's eyes switched from his first progeny to his human equivalent to a daughter. "You found me."  

“How long?” Pam asked the question that burned on Emily’s mind too. It seemed that Eric was still in the first stage of the Hep-V virus but she knew that that didn’t mean anything. Not because she didn’t know how long Eric had been sick. He could have months left with proper blood sources but then again, if the disease got worse, he could only have days. 

The tall blonde vampire didn’t answer, not right away. He almost looked like he was about to fall asleep. Hot tears began to blind the teenager’s vision as she grabbed his hand in hers. His hand had always been cold. Cooling touch relieving to Emily. Eric’s hand was warm now. This is wrong! Emily’s mind screamed at her. 

“Eric?”

“Can you repeat the question?” 

And those words that seemed so meaningless, so genuinely apologetic, were the words that sent Emily’s tears falling from her eyes. 

“How long have you been sick?” And Emily heard in Pam’s voice that she was crying too. 

“Saw the first signs last month”, Eric said and not once in the time Emily had known Eric had he sounded so weak. So tired. 

“When you were in St. Petersburg”, Emily heard herself say. She and Pam had tracked Eric there - Pam cursing all of the time they were in Russia, how she hated the Russians with her gut. 

Something flickered in Eric’s blue, tired eyes. And even though faint, Emily felt the emotion: surprise. And even if the situation they are in, is fucked beyond belief, the young woman of seventeen found herself smiling, just the tiniest bit. Because one didn’t sneak up on Eric Northman that easily. 

“Don’t act all surprised”, Pam said behind Emily. “We searched the whole fucking planet for you - St. fucking Petersburg, Eric? You know how I hate the Russian people.” 

“Well, I didn’t know you two were gonna come looking for me”, Eric said, eyes moving to Emily whose eyes squinted slightly. 

“Then you were an idiot”, Emily said in Swedish. Another small wave of surprise from Eric. Emily continued. “Why did you keep moving then?” 

“Yes, I want to know the answer to that as well”, Pam said crossing her arms.  

Eric chuckled, although it awfully sounds like a mix of a chuckle and a cough. Too rough, Emily thought. 

“Congratulations, Pam, Emmy-”, and Emily’s eyes were burning with unshed tears again because it had been so long that she had heard that nickname from Eric. “You have outwitted me.” His hand raised to touch Emily’s cheek. “But only because I’m not well.” 

Pam told about Tara, but to Emily’s confusion, Eric didn’t offer words of comfort, didn’t say he was sorry to hear that. Instead, he asked about a stupid bucket game he played in Marocco - the same game Pam had played last night to get the information of Eric’s location. 

“Oh… I liked the bucket game.” 

And Pam was about to snap, she already took steps forward, but Emily beat the vampire to it. 

“What is wrong with you?! You are Eric fucking Northman!” her hands balled to fists, the tears in her eyes no longer coming out of sadness, but anger. “You don’t give up. You fight!” 

“Fight’s over, Emily.” 

“This can’t all be about Sylvie.” 

Emily didn’t know who Sylvie was. But she knew that Eric giving up like this couldn’t be just because of one person. 

“Godric”, Eric stated. “Nora.” Emily felt a tug of pain in her chest, partly her own, partly the vampire’s whose hand she still held in hers. “And yes, Sylvie too.” 

And Pam’s next question made Emily’s heart skip a beat, two beats. Because she had never, even in her wildest worst-case scenarios, thought about that. Not until Pam put that idea in her head when she asked: “Did you contract the virus on purpose?” 

Eric wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t do something so… he wouldn’t! but despite her thoughts, Emily couldn’t have said why she was suddenly so afraid of his answer. 

“On purpose? No-” Eric said, shaking his head a little, and Emily felt a relieved breath leave her. “But did I go about my dealings with a devil-may-care attitude? Absolutely.” 

“Damn you!” Emily snapped, but then she burst into tears. She was exhausted - she hadn’t slept since Marocco and even there it was just a few hours -, and the only thing that had kept her from having a break-down had been hope. Hope that she would see Eric again soon. But this reunion had not been the relief she had waited for. She was glad to see him again, but a small part of her wished they never would have found him. 

Because now, she was afraid. More afraid than she had ever been in her entire life - and that was saying something after the torture Edgington had put her through two years ago. 

Eric tried to reach for the girl, but Emily turned away, scooting back in the chair so she sat by his legs. She pulled her knees up, hugged herself tightly and buried her face in her knees as sobs racked her whole body. She was barely aware that Pam had sat on Eric’s other side, trying to reason with him. 

“Don’t do this to us”, Emily heard Pam start sobbing and she turned her head, just enough that she could see Eric and her again - and she didn’t want to. She really didn’t but she still reached out with her hand, and her fingers - still so small and slim in comparison - wrapped around Eric’s large hand the best they could. “Please, Eric…”, Emily sobbed, too. 

“God damn you!” Pam cursed.  

“For more than 1,000 years, the world has been my oyster”, Eric said. 

“And it still can be”, Pam argued. “I’ll do anything.” Emily squeezed Eric’s hand. Me too. I would do anything for you. She wanted to say but the words refused to leave her. 

“I’ve lost my taste for oysters, Pam.” 

“Then find it again.” Emily’s voice came out harsher than she intended and she gained Eric and Pam’s attention. Wiping her face with the back of her hand, she uncurled herself from her position. “Du lovade mig”, Emily said in Swedish, desperately, and her voice was thick with emotion. 

Something in Eric’s eyes shifted. Turned softer and sad. “I know I did, sweetheart, but the world has changed since then.” He grabbed Emily’s wrist and pulled her towards him - and even sick, Emily found out that Eric was still so much stronger than she was. She was only human after all - even if it was with a little something extra. Eric’s feelings were clear and honest at his next words as his hand rested on the side of Emily’s face, thumb lightly brushing away her tears. 

“My sweet little Emily”, Eric whispered, his lips forming a quick smile, sad and warm at the same time. “You are gonna go out there. You are gonna grow up to be a beautiful, smart woman, go to some stupid fucking university and find yourself a good, loving human husband. You’re going to have kids and you will tell them stories about their 1,000 years old vampire grandfather… and you will be happy… Do you understand?” 

Emily swallowed, her hand raising on top of Eric’s now-wrong-temperature hand. She only barely managed to croak out the tiniest of “yes”. Even though she knew she would not do any of that. 

“You should go. Both of you.” 

Pam was crying but she was the first to rise from beside Eric and start to walk towards the staircase. 

This is wrong! Emily’s mind screamed as she rose. Virus or no virus Eric was not just any other vampire - he was Eric! 1,000 years old vampire and a viking! Vikings had not just sat down and waited for death to come collect them! At least Emily didn’t think so. No. Vikings, they avenged. Just like Eric had avenged his human family only seven or so months ago. 

As his last act… Emily felt no guilt of thinking about this at that moment, no guilt about throwing someone else’s life to a path to death - as far as she was concerned the other person deserved it. 

As his last act before true death, Eric Northman could take revenge against the person who did this to him. 

“Sarah Newlin”, Emily said, turning back to face Eric again. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Pam turn on her heels a glint of surprise and (oh that traitorous) hope in her eyes. 

“What about her?” Eric asked, his eyes closed. 

“What if I told you that Jason Stackhouse let her live.” 

Eric’s eyes opened, his voice hardened. “He didn’t.” 

“He did”, Pam said, catching on to Emily’s plan. “And she’s out there.” 

“Where?” 

“No one’s seen her”, Emily said. 

“I have to imagine she’s in hiding somewhere”, Pam offered. 

Emily saw Eric’s jaw clench. Then… then, with what seemed like a heavy effort, Eric pushed himself up in the chair and slowly, slower than Emily was used to seeing the vampire’s motions - Eric Northman stood in front of her, grasping her shoulder, as his eyes once again roamed between his girls. 

“Well, let’s go find her.” 

Emily wasn’t naive. She knew that Eric was still dying, but at least now he wouldn’t just sit down here and wait for it. He would go down fighting. 

Just like he had taught her was the right way to go. 

Just like the viking he was supposed to be - just like Eric fucking Northman was supposed to fight. 

So, yes, Eric was still dying but at least now - and maybe it was selfish to think that way, but Emily didn’t find it in herself to care - Emily had a few more days to spend with the man who had taken her in as if she was his progeny instead of some orphan human child with empath powers.