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ilyasorokinn · 2 years

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this love , freddie andersen

note, this fic is apart of emmie's (@jostystyles) 2.6k top tracks writing challenge, so everyone give a big hand to emmie for putting this together. i love you and you're wonderful. anyways, this is NOT apart of the taylor's version series. just want to make that note too. also, i don't use the entire song. another note, happy birthday to my favorite dane. you're so slay, and i love you so much, and i'll see you in 2 weeks :) pair, freddie andersen x reader summary, freddie had come into y/n’s life just as quick as he left or a fic inspired by "this love" taylor swift. warnings, angst? and it is a little short, but it promise it's good lol word count, 1924 words

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clear blue water high tide came and brought you in and i could go on and on, on and on and i will skies grew darker currents swept you out again and you were just gone and gone, gone and gone

Freddie had come into your life just as quick as he left. It was a bright and sunny day when he walked into your life. It was a cliche, which should've been a red blaring light in your head, but you pushed it to the back of your mind and paid all your attention to the attractive Dane in front of you.

You met after a lousy date. He was picking up an order at the restaurant you were at and saw you sitting alone. It was a little forward of him, but he sat down in front of you, and boom!

*flashback*

Your date, whose name you had forgotten, had left long ago, but you found yourself still at the table, swirling your straw around the cup. The restaurant wasn't too packed which was probably why they hadn't kicked you out yet.

This was the third guy you had met online and agreed to go on. date with, and you were starting to lose hope. Right as you were about to grab the waiter, a really tall guy pulled out the chair in front of you.

You stared at him like he was crazy, and he probably was, but the suit he was wearing said he wasn't some random guy who had stumbled in, "Um..."

"Okay, I don't normally do this, nor have I ever done this." He began, "But you looked really lonely, and I didn't want you to be sitting alone." He looked sincere, but this was still very much out of the blue.

"That's very nice." You smiled, "But I gotta go."

"Are you gonna walk home?"

"No, the buses are still running, so..." You shrugged.

"No, don't. I'll drive you home." He stood up with you, and you hesitated, "I swear I'm not a murderer." You raised a brow, "You can look me up. My name's Freddie Andersen."

You stared at him for a moment, before pulling out your phone and looking him up. You were more than surprised to find that he had a google page that wasn't just photos of all the Freddie Andersen's in the world, it was actually him.

You looked back up at him, "Does that work on all the other girls?"

"I don't know, never done it before. I'll let you know tomorrow."

*flashback over*

You only went out for a couple months, but they left a big imprint on your life. For those couple of months, your entire life was Freddie Andersen. Then, one day, he was there, then he wasn't.

The day he left, was quite the opposite of when you first met him. It was cloudy and dark, and when you were driving home, it was pouring down rain.

tossing, turning struggled through the night with someone new baby, i could go on and on, on and on lantern, burning flickered in my mind, only you but you were still gone, gone, gone

A few months after you and Freddie broke up, you tried to move on. Your friends set you up with a guy, and for the first time, you found yourself finally laughing, even if his jokes were cheesy.

Maybe, you were moving a little fast in this relationship, but you didn't really care. Your friends were worried at the pace at which you were moving, but you paid them no mind.

You were attempting to sleep, but whenever you closed your eyes, the only thing you saw was Freddie. You tossed and turned the whole night, and your new boyfriend, Andy, had woken up a couple times during the night to your turning onto your side.

The next morning, you were up and out of bed before him, and you were making coffee by the time he was awake, "Good morning." You smiled as if you weren't absolutely exhausted.

"Morning." He smiled. He grabbed the mug you had made for him a took a long sip, "So..." He began.

"So...?" You turned to him.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" You asked.

"It's nothing, it's just..." He took another sip of coffee, "All last night, you were tossing and turning, and I think you actually kicked me at one point."

"Did I? I knew it." You winced.

"Are you okay?" He repeated.

"I'm fine. Just stressed about work." You brushed it off.

"All right, well you know I'm here for you." He squeezed your hand.

"I know." You nodded. He smiled and walked back down the hallway to get ready for work while you stood in the kitchen, rethinking the entirety of your relationship.

in losing grip on sinking ships you showed up just in time

Before Freddie sat down in front of you, were about ready to give up and accept your fate of being single and lonely, but after he sat down, it felt like everything fell into place.

It was like a puzzle, and he was the missing piece. He swopped in, and suddenly, your life was flipped upside down.

*flashback*

After work, you had no plans. The only thing getting you through the workday was the thought of getting home, lounging on the couch, and catching up on some trashy TV you missed. You didn't expect Freddie to come knocking on your door, a bag of your favorite food in hand.

"What're you doing here?" You smiled, moving away and letting him walk into your kitchen.

"Just thought I'd come and surprise you." He shrugged, taking out all the to-go boxes and setting them on your island. He grabbed two plates and started forking out food onto the plates.

When he carried both plates towards the couch, "Grab forks and something to drink."

"I'm all out of beer." You told him.

"Well, bring out that sparking water or whatever." He waved his hand as if he didn't like the Buble water too.

You shook your head with a smile and grabbed two cans of the sparking water and joined him on the couch, "So, why're you really here?"

"I already told you."

"Yeah, I know, now I want the truth."

"I could tell you had a bad day." He admitted.

"How could you tell? We didn't talk at all today."

"You sent quick 1-word texts." He answered, "Usually it's a sentence or even a few words, but whenever it's 1-word text, then something's usually wrong."

You smiled at his admission. He was right in that you did have a sort of bad day, and the fact that he deduced that through your texts made you fall even more in love with him.

"Sometimes I think you know me better than I know myself." You laughed.

"I'm just very observant." He shrugged it off, and you went on with your night.

You were both in bed and you could tell Freddie was close to falling asleep, but you were wide awake, staring up at the ceiling even in the darkness.

There was only one thing running through your mind and you knew you had to get it off your chest, "Freddie?" You whispered. He let out a sleep-filled groan, "I have to tell you something."

"Hmm." He groaned, turning to face you tiredly, but his eyes were still closed.

"I just wanted to tell you that I love you, and if you hadn't come into my life that day, I think I might've just given up on the idea of being with someone. Things would have been very different for me. So, I guess, I'm just thankful for you."

"I'm thankful for you, too." He spoke with a smile as he pulled you into him, pressing a kiss to your head as he held you tight, "And I love you, too."

*flashback over*

this love left a permanent mark this love is glowing in the dark, oh-oh, oh these hands had to let it go free, and this love came back to me, oh-oh, oh

Even though you were only together for a short period of time, Freddie left a lasting imprint on your life. Almost every free moment you had was spent with each other, and in the moments you weren't together, you were thinking about him and vice-versa.

your kiss, my cheek, i watched you leave your smile, my ghost, i fell to my knees when you're young, you just run but you come back to what you need

In the weeks leading up to your breakup, you thought everything was going well, but when he dropped the bomb that he wanted to break up, everything stopped.

The clock ticking on the wall stopped ticking, the coffee in the pot stopped brewing, the movie playing in the living room stopped playing, your heart stopped and you felt your airways close.

After the words "I think we should break up", everything out of Freddie's mouth sounded like Charlie Brown's parents. It was all distorted.

He approached you and cupped your face, placing a lasting kiss on your forehead, before pulling away and looking into your eyes. You looked deep into his too and saw the underlying pain in them.

You watched him, frozen in your spot, as he picked up his bags and headed out the door. Once the door was shut, you finally broke down.

You fell to your knees and let out a cry. You let yourself cry for hours and hours. You eventually your way to the bed where you stayed there for almost a week.

Your friend eventually came to check on you after you hadn't responded to her texts, where she found you in bed. She picked you back up off the ground both figuratively and literally. She helped you get back up on your feet and helped you become you again.

this love is good, this love is bad this love is alive back from the dead, oh-oh, oh these hands had to let it go free, and this love came back to me, oh-oh, oh

5 years later

You found yourself sitting at a table post-date. This date, compared to the others, was actually quite good. He asked questions that he actually wanted to know the answers to, he showed up a couple minutes earlier than you (which you only knew because you were early too), and he laughed at your jokes, which all the other dates didn't find funny.

But still, you found yourself sitting alone after the date, a weird pit in your stomach. It was weird. He was a great guy but it didn't feel right.

At that very moment, Frederik Andersen was walking into the restaurant, and while he waited for the waiter to bring back his bag of food, he looked around the room and spotted you easily.

It was almost like a lone spotlight was shining on you and was drawing him in. He grabbed the bag of food and made his way over to you.

He smiled, pulling out a chair. You looked up startled but when he saw it was him, your face softened.

"I don't normally do this," You smiled at the familiar words, "But you looked really lonely, and I didn't want you to be sitting alone."

"That's very nice." You smiled, repeating the same words you all 6 years before when Freddie had sat down in front of you at the restaurant.

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samscns-blog · 5 years

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* 𝖎𝖋 ur ready to two step into some absolute BULLSHIT tomfoolery , ya girl 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 is ready for u with my lil firecrotch son , 𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖘𝖔𝖓 . strong silent type , ABSOLUTE buffoon , barely keeping it together so hopefully by the time we’re done w him he’s still in something resembling one piece :’) all my love to u and u cute asses ! i’m so excited to get this all poppin !

⋆ ╰ another year at hollingsworth , another year of the big six rivalry . i hear that SAMSON MAILOTO is ensuring SIGMA ALPHA NU gets a solid pledge class and stays at the top of the ranks . oh , you’re not familiar with HIM ? SAM is the KJ APA look alike from THE BRONX , NEW YORK . a part of PC ‘16 , he is majoring in KINESIOLOGY and has plans to ENTER THE MMA AND ESCAPE FROM THE PUBLIC EYE after undergrad . it makes sense they pledged their house , their PHLEGMATIC & SOLICITOUS attributes make them perfect matches . however , their TREPIDATIOUS & AUSTERE attributes keep their name alive on greek rank . if you don’t catch them dancing to BLEACH - BROCKHAMPTON at a fraternity band party this year , you’ll be sure to catch them nursing their morning hangover at THE SNU HOUSE . cheers to another wild semester !

⋆ ╰ 𝑺 𝑻 𝑨 𝑻 𝑰 𝑺 𝑻 𝑰 𝑪 𝑺 .

𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 : samson ioaleki mailoto

𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 : sam , sammy

𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 / 𝒂𝒈𝒆 : february 4 , twenty

𝒛𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒄 : aquarius

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 / 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒔 : cismale identifying with he / him / his pronouns

𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 : heteroflexible and pansexual ; he’s never actively considered himself as lgbtq+ but has also never given it much thought ddjdjdjdkjdk

𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 : kinesiology major at hu , aspiring welterweight mma fighter , us olympic representitive for men’s boxing in the 2020 olympics

𝒉𝒐𝒈𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 : gryffindor

𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 : eliot alder from mr robot , kylo ren from the new star wars series , detective elliot stabler from law and order svu , steve rogers from the mcu

𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔 : - trepidatious , austere , apprehensive , hesitant , antisocial , hostile , bellicose .

+ phlegmatic , solicitous , benevolent , rational , stalwart , loyal , reliable , optimistic .

𝑃𝐼𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐸𝑆𝑇 located here !

⋆ ╰ 𝑨 𝑵 𝑻 𝑬 𝑪 𝑬 𝑫 𝑬 𝑵 𝑻 .

bullet points for the win bc who has time for all the tomfoolery i could spew from my ass !

sammy’s mom was a housekeeper in upper manhattan for some fancy dancy homes who needed their gold toilet seat covers sanitized 3x a day , u know the type 🙄

samson grew up in a run down apartment in a small samoan community in the bronx and has always been a lil antisocial weirdo since those warm dark eyes came into the light . he rlly minded his own business n wasn’t really curious about literally anything besides running and wrestling w his cousins . his mom struggled to keep him fed and housed and dressed and worked relentless hours but never left sam needing anything , a literal fucking legend of a woman and he’s proud to carry her last name !

sammy always felt the weight of never wanting to be an extra burden to his mother and learned to really be self-sufficient , likely explaining his satisfaction with being so alone

he vaguely remembers the night his life changed in middle school , the hushed strained whisper from the living room , he’s your god damned son too , think about him for once in your fucking life . it hit like a fucking train once the story picked up , 5 time nfl superbowl champ father to secret love child . think arnold schwarznegger’s secret son level scandal ! suddenly his shithead of a dead is trying to salvage his image , fighting for split custody arrangements , telling the press how much in child support he payed , anything to save his ass

this is the first time samson remembers being fueled by rage in his life , as a relatively well-tempered child , the injustice of having this near-stranger try to be a “ DAD ” to him while shitting all over his mother’s name made his fucking blood boil and becomes a theme for his future

he spends the next chapters of his life going to the fancy private schools in new york his dad picks for him and tearing his tie off on the ratty bus ride into the bronx to go home to his mom . he hates having to haul ass back and forth , wishing he could stay with the only family he’s actually given a shit about , but bears it for the sake of not causing his mom any more torment . his father is as awful as could be imagined , and samson hates every second of existing with him , the snarky little comments at school and in the ritzy wealthy circles that make him feel more of a black sheep than he ever asked to be

this becomes the root of his anxiety , bearing the weight of the world’s expectations on his young shoulders and repressing his own needs and desires as a result . he goes into every sport imaginable , his father’s DNA being increasingly difficult to deny , but finds a particular talent with fighting and takes on as many fighting styles as he’s able to master

turning 18 should mean freedom for sam , but nothing is ever as simple as he could ask in his life . in order to keep the child support payments that admittedly help keep his mother afloat , his father asks one more thing of samson : hold off on his pro mma dreams for just a little longer in order to attend his alma matter , hollingsworth university , as a publicity move and then he’ll be out of sam’s life in every way except financially . with the dream of completing college like his mom always aspired for him , sam agreed and went on to appease the man one last time , joining his former fraternity to sweeten the deal ( and secure a lovely brownstone in his childhood neighborhood signed in his mother’s name ) and is a year out from graduating and letting mma be the only reason his name would ever appear in the tabloids .

⋆ ╰ 𝑨 𝑵 𝑨 𝑳 𝒀 𝑺 𝑰 𝑺 .

personality wise , i describe sam as the stupid bitch w big npc energy , if u want him to talk u gotta talk to him first and even then he might just give u that hostile stare and just .. . . remain silent KSDFSDF

he’s about as NOT a people person as physically possible , would really be content just sticking to his inner circle for like the rest of his life without concern . he seems like this rude stand-offish dick but the truth is he’s PAINFULLY SHY and has a p severe case of generalized anxiety disorder so interactions ? w new ppl ? are a HARD pass

did i mention he’s on steriods bc that def adds to his anxiety and hostility ! lmao ! he started juicing in high school when his dad kept pressuring him for football and how he was “ twice your size ” at that age , n he HATES the dude but he’s also lowkey insecure abt his lack of a father figure so ? used daddy’s money to start his first cycle and pay off to test clean and now he’s been hooked on and off . he’s currently starting a new cycle to bulk up for the new season and prep for the 2020 olympics but swears he wont be on them forever :/

they make him SUPER aggressive when set off , it’s a decent thing that sam’s so monotone and shy that he’s also pretty laid back and kinda hard to rile up . he really doesn’t take much personally and won’t do a huge “ chest pumped bro lets do this ” show bc he ? thinks all those guys who do that are tools LMAO but find the right button to push n he’ll become the very thing he despises !

if u can get past the literal awkward silence and resting bitch face , sammy is actually really well known for being just a generally decent guy . the perception is often that he’s a dick bc he think’s he’s better than a lot of ppl , but the truth is he’s just too nervous to start conversations n most ppl assume its an ego thing vs a “ i’m about to piss myself thinking abt all the ways this convo can go wrong so i’ll just not talk and glare @ u instead ” thing

if he had his shit together he would definitely qualify as a dad type , but since he doesn’t , he won’t SSHSHSHSH but he’s really just a softie deep down , he has a stupid as HELL sense of humor and is really objective and level headed . the gryffindor in him is DEEPLY loyal , like to the death , but he’s got lots of hufflepuff in the sense that he’s really willing to get his hands dirty to help those in need . u need help moving ? someone to keep u company while u babysit ? feel nervous walking alone after class at night ? sammy might leave u on read if u text him bc he’s a Dumb Bitch like that but he’ll show up on the dot , hands in pockets , exactly where u asked him to be ready to do what u asked him to do . the mans is a super hard worker

he def still feels kinda weird at uni ? he’s p smart but some of the classes unrelated to athletics and anatomy have given him a REALLY tough time ( dance appreciation for his fine arts credit almost tanked his gpa LMAO ) and he’s not top of his class or anything but ppl still try to talk to him bc of the whole “ famous dad , future olympian ” thing , which he can pick up from a mile a way and makes him super uncomfortable . even being in a frat w a bunch of old money rich boys makes him DEF feel like the odd one out , and he’s just counting down the days until he’s OUT OF HERE

in conclusion : i love u all . lets suffer together . :~)

#rank:intro #love u all sm :' (#i'll have emmy's done tomorrow i hope !

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freckledtothegawds · 2 years

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6, 45, 77

6. Prefer to do it in dark or light?

Both are fine in my book - but I would rather see the action 👀🔥🥵

45. Would you have sex with someone you don't know?

I have done this - gotta love GHarmony 😂😂

77. Most embarrassing sexual encounter?

Coming for my throat tonight! Okay slightly long story 😂 I invited this dude over to my dorm room over the summer and we had been fooling around for a bit. I wasn't suuuuper into it, but I ended up going for it because it had been a while since I had sex and was super horny and I didn't have a ton of time before my roommate would be back. I had a top bunk bed and we put on a movie - The Day After Tomorrow (This detail is important). So the deed starts to go down and penetration happens - he's behind me and I'm bent over. It was - boooooring sex and he just wasn't really doing much in regards to making sure I'm having a good time so I start to zone out and watch the movie. I hadn't realized how engrossed in the movie I was until I exclaimed - "Oh my God! I forgot Emmy Rossum was in this movie!" To which he stopped going at it and said "Well clearly you aren't enjoying what's going on." And I replied "No, not particularly. You can leave and I'll finish the movie." 😬😬😬

Thanks for the ask Anon - I hope it was entertaining 😂😂

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azurethevampire · 3 years

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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.

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