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kahuunknown · 9 months

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Prized Beast - True Blood Eric Northman fanfic

!NOTE!: (18+), inspiration from TRUE BLOOD TV Show, Eric Northman x male reader, Male-reader/(Y/N) is replaced with alternative terms.

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Eric couldn’t help it, usually he wasn’t so sentimental or wondrous about sex, but the little beast beneath him was nothing short of beautiful. He couldn’t stop his eyes from trailing the expanse of the muscled back rippling and arching before him, each push and pull earning a new shape and curve to that untouched skin. Colour a gorgeous olive tan, a shade blessed and kissed by the sun, it was warm and familiar- the same kind of skin tone of viking women during the long-summer. It was soft, velvet and youthfully delicate. Stretchy and forgiving to his rougher nature.

Eric groaned lowly, eyes flickering briefly to the back of his head, as he realised his nails had dug through and pierced the boy’s smaller body and drawn a flavour unlike any other. It smelt warm, satly like the sea of his origin, earthy like the sandelwood of forests- but sweet, if only naturally. Like vanilla bean and fruit. Juicy. His Tiger smelt like home. Natural and untampered. Pure and his alone.

Eric moaned obscenely as a hand left the boy’s hip to gift his tongue with the pleasure of tasting the treat he’d stained his own fingers with, cutting his own flesh in the hurry of consuming such an addiction. Fangs in the way, but all of Eric’s self control had left him hours ago, instincts ruled him and his horny bloodlust wouldn’t let him calm.

His beast usually waited until near dawn to arrive, but tonight had been different. Eric had smelt him, heard that rapid animal heart-beat, well before the young man had even neared the establishment. But he waited, patiently so.

For that grumpy expression to become expossed to his ocean eyes, for that pout to rile his excitement, for those yellow feline-eyes to seduce him. Eric waited, for he was no new fledgling, he was old and experienced in the art and reward of waiting. Godric had instilled the importance of such a lesson and Eric would never forget something so valuable.

Then, there he was. Tucked into a hoody much to large- it was his, and Eric relished in the fact that his scent was prominant and consuming the boy properly. Eric felt a wave of pride fill him, as not only was the little beast uncaring of other vampire- He was loyal, Eric preened. But he was also respecting the rule Eric had fussed over, others needed to know who the shifter belonged to. Who owned him.

The beginnings of a purr was igniting within Eric’s throat, especially as his beast neared him. He could now see black combat pants, with pockets that Eric could sense was filled with something silver- always the cautious little boy. Good.

The red glimmer of an earring, and Eric couldn’t stop himself from smiling smugly- his clever beast had thought of the idea. To have some of his blood on hand, safely and inconspicously hidden within the small vile of an innocent earring. Never used. But it made Eric feel better during his day-absence.

But this night, right... yes, Eric recalls, it was unusual.

He was practically vibrating with the hum leaving his lips as arms curled around his boy’s waist and hugged him close. That made his Tiger’s expression now available to him, the shifter looked conflicted- but with eyes blown so wide, Eric knew things were progressing smoothly. Sexuality didn’t mean much to a vampire... But his beast was a hesitant soul, stuck in the mindset of human tradition which had been imprinted. Eric was quick to fight such thoughts, battle it with force and persuasion. While his work wasn’t yet complete, Eric knew he had won something when the boy chose him. This night, his Tiger had confided reluctantly to him. And this was a change.

Eric rumbles at the brilliant hotness of his creature, so warm, so comforting. Like access to a sun away from suns. His own personal source of the long forgotten but well-missed heat of the day. The new position granted Eric the expanse of throbbing skin to his mouth, neck expossed and vulnerable to an attack which was undoubtly going to occur.

“My pet, this is unusual of you.” Eric chimes, eyeing his property stood before him. The eyes of some still lingered, but most were too caught up in lust, alcohol or simply the desire to move with the music. His pet looked uncomfortable, but in actuality, Eric was already well aware of this fact. He could sense the emotion from the blood bond. But he could not decipher why...

His Tiger’s expression remained bored, but Eric knew better, his grumpy kitten couldn’t fool him. But others were not so privy to understanding the subtleties of his prized possession.

“I need your help.”

It was but a whisper, soft and sweet. Embarrassment know flooded the bond and Eric was eager to understand why. Why, why, why? This was so highly unexpected. His shifter was a strong supernatural- humans were mostly no threat to him... And Eric had already honored his side of the bargin. So no other supernatural’s should bother the young boy further, unless, they had? But even then... He was confident his boy was powerful enough.

Of course, Pam was by their side in an instant, just as surprised and delighted to hear such words fall from lips as tightly sealed as their resident Tiger’s maw.

“Did I hear correctly?” She teased, silently urging him to repeat himself.

But Eric waved her back to her duties quickly at the massive spike of anxiety that clouded his bond, now even he was worried. She huffed with a frown, but rolled her eyes dramatically and did as she was told.

Standing, Eric allowed himself to briefly marvel the difference in height, shiver as those feline gold eyes followed him. Fuck, those damn eyes- they had such power over him, but he’d never let their owner know that.

“Come.” Eric ordered, “Let’s speak in the office.”

Relief came... Eric wondered what this was all about. Easily dividing the crowd, and while some humans watched with envy and jealousy, many of the vampires present understood that the Tiger was his. And that was to be respected, and reason enough, to earn priority from his duties on display as Sheriff and business-owner. They bowed their heads, and averted their eyes.

The door closed swiftly behind the shifter, and Eric found himself holding the boy still as his nose dotted about the mortal’s form. Hands patting down the smaller for injuries he perhaps wasn’t capable of detecting. The beast waited patiently, not stopping Eric until the vampire was satisfied. Head pressing against a warm chest, Eric concentrated on the heart beat once more, double checking that it was healthy and normal. It was a little fast, but otherwise fine. He frowned, stepping back.

“I-...”

“You’re temperature has risen, and your heart beats quickly. But nothing is wrong...” Eric mumbles.

“I’m fine.” His pet assured before pausing, “Mostly.”

“What is it?”

“It’s me.” The shifter admitted through clenched teeth. He looked and felt unhappy to be sharing anything with Eric, and yet the boy continued. “I’m a shifter.”

“Yes. I’m aware.” Eric mused, perhaps he was over thinking things?

“I’m omega.” It was added, swiftly and beyond quietly. Eric was sure that without his enhanced hearing, no creature would be able to detect something so silent and muffled. But he heard it. And he didn’t dare ask his Tiger to repeat such a declaration. The implication was enough. A spark of greed clouded Eric’s mind as he knew how incredably rare such a beast was- but he restrained himself.

No wonder the Tiger had trouble with other shifters (Were’s included). The boy was a walking, talking magnet. Valuable to every supernatural creature. Of course... Eric pondered. His boy was an excellent tracker, had given abilities that exceeded regular shifters and... those damn eyes. Eric nearly hit himself, those golden orbs were a dead give away.

“You-“ Eric paused, “You said you needed my help.”

The shifter nodded his head, “Normally, I’d figure this out on my own... But-“ He cut himself off, the little beast was unable to finish that sentence and Eric knew exactly why. His night has gone from boring to electric in mere minutes.

“I understand.” Eric assured, picking his words carefully. His chest puff up upon hearing the further loyalty in his tiger’s words (or lack of/implication). “I’ll help you.”

His Tiger’s shoulders slumped, and while there’s still a lingering nervousness and anxiousness, there is undoubtedly a type of relief paired with disgust. Eric ignored that last feeling, for he’d overcome it eventually.

“Is it tonight?”

He nods, and Eric is glad for the excuse to abandon Fangtasia.

Eric raises a palm to press against his big cat’s cheek, the boy doesn’t have the curouge to meet his eyes, but Eric can feel how despite the still rather grumpy expression, the Tiger presses into the touch. It wasn’t going to be their first time together, but it would be memerable and would change their dynamic.

So here he was. Fucking his dear omega prize.

Eric knew it was said to be special sleeping with an omega during heat, but the occassion was so rare that even Godric had not experienced such a thing. Still, he would disagree. It was so much more than special. It was otherworldly.

It felt like the perfect balance between man and women. And finally (aside from fellow vampires), Eric found a partner able to compete with his sexual stamina. Fuck, the little tiger just felt so very good. Unlike anything. He tasted brighter. He sounded pretty. He moved animalistically.

“You know, I’m offended I wasn’t invited.” Pam drawls.

Eric hadn’t even heard her. Hadn’t noticed her at all. Too focused on feeling everything, hearing everything, tasting everything. It scared him that Pam was able to do such a thing. So much so, that he initially snapped and hissed at her. Bearing down upon his dazed shufter and crushing the poor boy beneath him in an instinctually protective stance.

Pam seemed shocked as well, but then the scent hit her. And she forgot about Eric’s posessiveness, and moaned at the taste in the air, fangs shooting out uncontrolled.

“Is he?”

“Yes.” Eric croaked, “My tiger appears to have been keeping a rather serious secret from us.”

“I can’t believe he smells so damn good.” Pam hums.

“He feels even better.” Eric rasps, pushing himself up to better allow Pam to see the blissed and sex-drunk state of Eric’s dear beasty. And removing the protective stance he’d been displaying. There was no need if it were just his child, his progeny.

“Fuck.” She swears, biting a lip. Rounding the bed, she drags her done-up nails upon the shifter’s scalp. Tugging his locks of midnight hair in order to further expose the pretty face behind. Feline eyes dilate before expanding once more. He looked wild, Pam noted. Untamed despite the circumstance. Those hands were gripping at the sheets with white knuckles, in fact, she might’ve seen those precious talons of his extended and digging into the material. He didn’t want to be here, he didn’t want to be in this position... be with a man. Be wanted by men.

Pam nearly laughed at the irony. Oh how she wished she’d found the pussy cat herself, claimed him for herself. He’d have been happier then, but Eric would win this war, she had no doubt about that. The Tifer would succum to the Viking, submit to him fully in due time.

Unable to remain still any longer, Eric resumes his rythum of thrusting once more. And his shifter wheezes at the quick pace, but Pam silences him with her mouth. Bring the omega into a sloppy kiss. Her tongue traced those cute little pointed canines of his, while her own fangs threatened to draw blood. But she knew Eric wouldn’t be happy about that, she knew that tasting the omega was only a matter of time. Still it was hard to resist such a temptation before her.

Pulling away, Pam gives the special shifter’s cheek a quick peck. She briefly gazes at her Maker, whom looks to have returned to a daze of lust. Perhaps, she’d join in next time. Trotting away, Pam wanders in the direction of her coffin. The day would join them soon.

Eric and and his newly discovered Omega had been at it for hours, but dawn quickly began presenting itself. Pam’s interupting them was evidence of that fact, she didn’t like to be in the basement without appropriate need. Eric near roared as he climaxed, fangs extended and showing off their might. Lengthier and more prominant due to his age and power.

Calming himself, and steadying a non-beating heart, Eric examines his little beast carefully. The Tiger was near passed out, but his body responded appropriately regardless, still wanting more. Bruises and bites littered the boy black and blue. And while there was pride in such ownership, Eric knew it was only fair to heal the omega.

Biting his wrist, mortal lips numbly suckle at the blood. Not much is needed, and his feline doesn’t drink more than is nessessary, he takes what he is given. He’s a good pet, Eric nearly coos.

He’d never let the boy stay with him during day-rest before. Of course, the Tiger had guarded the room from time-to-time, but Eric knew at this stage that the boy was little threat to him. Nor did he ever suspect his shifter had the intentions to harm himself or Pam.

Simply rolling to his side, Eric curled around his dear tiger and allowed sleep to take him into a temporary death. Together in deeper manner than ever before. This new revelation made Eric ponder the changes he could make to his future endeavours. But it also made him debate his level of possessiveness, as of course, should anyone discover such information, it would be remarkably dangerous for not just his pet- but to him and Pam, as well.

Love was not an emotion Eric would ever be capable of understand, nor any vampire really, but he liked his little beast. He really liked his dear Shifter, and for now, that was all that mattered to a mind as old as his own.

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spice-honey · 27 days

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Chapter 77 of Wicked Games is up

AO3 | FFnet

Fandom: True Blood

Ship: Eric x OC

Summary: Money went missing off Fangtasia's books - a serious offence according to the Louisiana Vampire Queen. To make sure it never happens again, Eric Northman is given a new accountant, but she is a hell of a lot more than he bargained for.

Word count: 415k

Tags: mature content, graphic descriptions of violence, mafia-vibes, consensual smut only, enemies to lovers, slow burn, starts in season 1 but this is mostly original fiction

#eric northman fanfic #eric northman x oc #true blood fanfic #true blood fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 author #original character #y'all are gonna HATE me for this one

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fangbangerghoul · 23 days

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Ghoul and The Boys™️ (whom are all twice her size)

Eric who likes to lay about, slay about, bark out orders, and point out the obvious. He is itching for a fight or itching to to lay around. There is no in between with this viking.

Ambrosius (@lisa-and-shadow pawn) who likes to make short jokes and let's everyone knows he knows everything. He will also give her bro high fives. (Ghoul wouldn't say it to his face but he is big dog of the pack)

Quil (@bearlytolerant pawn) is a sweet baby angel who always walks within Ghoul's pace, unlike the two other brawny guys who love to race ahead. He also is great at collecting herbs and telling Ghoul which ones are the cool ones to craft with.

#Ghoul vibes only #dd2 #Friends pawn #Ghoul and the boys #Oc: ghoul #Pawn: Eric Northman #dragons dogma 2 #dragons dogma pawn #dd2 screenshots #dd2 pawn

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thatdamnmutt-exe · 1 year

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Nasty • Eric Northman

Plot: I read this eric smut of them fucking on a throne. (made by @masterjasper223 ) this is going to be an inspiration from that

Pairing: Eric Northman x Male!OC (Name: Hex)

Warnings: Explicit Content, Vampire x Human, NSFW, Blood Kink, Dom & Sub Dynamic, Pre Bottom Surgery, FtM, Self Masturbation, Praise, Worship, Slight Public Sex, Slight Possession.

Word Count: 2,173

Extras: Hex’s outfit: - Eric has long hair

Song: Nasty (Extended Version) - Russ

“Listen, there’s nothing like that

moan when the tip’s in.”

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hex was new to the whole vampire scene as his parents always made sure to scare him with lies about the blood suckers.

his family have always been on conservative side when it comes to vampires which is why they moved down to Bon Tomp back when hex was small. that was of course before vampires started appearing in the small town.

of course, hex ended up befriending sookie stakehouse about two weeks of living in the small town and the two have been inseparable since. his parents didn’t mind at all, to them sookie had always been a good role model to hex.

if only they knew where hex was now because of sookie.

bill and sookie had been summoned by their sheriff and hex simply wanted to go along for the ride… and to see eric of course. sookie knew that but didn’t say anything about it and eventually convinced bill to take him with them.

hex wasn’t exactly good at hiding about his little crush on eric. everyone could see how the boy looked at him or how hex would freeze up anytime eric spoke to him. eric even noticed but for the most part brushed it off. he didn’t have time to waste on a human, even if that said human intrigued him more than he care to admit.

the boy was currently sitting in the main room of fangtasia alone while eric and the others were off somewhere else discussing plans. hex had no interest in learning said plans since he always ends up being thrown head first in situations as it was.

his mind started to wander a bit as he looked around the bar, his eyes stopping on eric’s throne. quickly he made his way to sit in it and smiled triumphantly while pretending to be the king of the bar.

hex thought how eric spent most his nights in this chair and he sort of got excited at the thought. how eric would sit so comfortably in his chair.

thoughts of hex straddling eric while he sat on the chair filled his mind. grinding lightly while eric’s hands moved to rub his sides and eventually moving to grab his ass. hex let out a small groan at the thought of eric’s hands.

“fuck, eric.” hex breathed while his hand moved to take off pants before moving to rub on his clit that was still covered by his panties.

he didn’t think anyone would be coming back into the main room anytime soon, nevertheless he should make this quick.

hex continued tease himself all while imagining eric’s fingers doing magic on his body. his mind was filled with different fantasies of the tall, blonde vampire. eventually hex got tired of the teasing and needed more. he moved his fingers past the panties and moved fast circles directly on his clit.

rapids, quiet moans left his lips as his back arched against the back rest of the throne. hex’s entire lower half was basically out on display for anyone to see but that added to the excitement.

his head was leaned back against the back rest, his eyes closed right as he felt himself nearing the edge of his orgasm.

“well this is an interesting sight. i knew i heard something, but this wasn’t what i expected to see.” a calm yet amused voice filled the room which caused hex to sit straight up and cross his legs tightly close. a deep blush filling his entire face while his entire body shook with nerves. hex couldn’t bring himself to look at eric.

hex quickly got up from the throne and proceeded to say sorry endlessly. “i’m so sorry eric! i don’t know what came over me! let me clean it up for you! or i could just leave if you want me too! i’m so sorr-“ hex rambled but was cut off by the tall vampire moving directly in front of him and moving to grasp hex’s chin to make hex look up at him.

“i don’t remember telling you to stop, did you hear me say stop?” eric looked into hex’s eyes while licking his lips slightly. hex’s mouth grew dry at his words. there was no way this was happening right now.

“b-but i- you? why?” was all hex could muster up. eric let out a quick chuckle at this.

“i do not need to share my reasons with a human. besides, i don’t think you would mind too much. now, back to what you were doing.” eric commanded which hex obeyed quickly.

he made his way back to the throne and removed his pants again before continuing doing circles on his clit. previous actions quickly left his mind as he fell close to the edge once more.

once eric sensed that hex was close, he quickly moved to put himself between his legs, head level with hex’s entrance. he wasted no time moving hex’s fingers and replaced them with his tongue and his own fingers.

hex’s eyes flew open at the sensation and looked down at eric between his legs. eric’s tongue was like magic as he knew exactly all the right spots that would drive hex over the edge. the sight was godly to hex, he never thought that he would have the eric northman between his legs.

“eric i’m gonna-“ hex moaned out.

“cum for me, my prince.” eric looked up quickly to admire hex’s face that looked like was on the verge of tears from the pleasure. hex looked handsomely delicious. the thought of hex being in so much pleasure filled eric with such pleasure and excitement he hasn’t felt before. all he knew was that he wanted to always make hex feel this good.

eric’s words caused hex to spill over the edge with a rather loud, breathy moan. eric enthusiastically drank up all the juices before moving to look up at hex.

“you taste absolutely mesmerizing.” hex blushed at eric’s words and looked away. he was mainly flustered but the lingering question of why is eric taking such an interest him now?

“are you okay, prince? your face looks confused.” eric asked which pulled hex from his thought.

“it’s just- you’ve had no interest in me before now. why now?” eric looked away quickly before turning back towards hex.

“truth is, i’ve always found you interesting. i just never wanted to explore that. humans have little meaning to me anymore, and i didn’t want to waste my time on you. then seeing you on my throne, i just have to make you mine.” their eye contact was tense for a moment before hex leaned in and kissed eric.

eric quickly depended the kiss so their tongues could be together. eric vamped the two so hex was now straddling his lap and his hands were on hex’s butt. hex’s hands moved to feel eric’s chest while moving his head down to kiss alone his neck and collar bones.

eric’s fangs sprung free from his arousal which caused him to turn his head away out of respect for hex. hex felt his head move away which caused him to pull away from eric’s neck and turn to look at eric.

hex took eric’s chin in his hand and turned him to look at him before moving his fingers to trace the fangs lightly. “they’re so pretty. you can bite me if you want.” hex consented.

eric took hex’s hand that was tracing his fangs into his own hand and kissed it softly. he kissed it down to his wrist before puncturing the soft skin and sucking softly. hex let out a low moan at the pain before lightly grinding down on eric.

eric moved his free hand down hex’s exposed entrance and rubbed his clit once more which earned more whimpers from the boy on his lap.

hex started to feel light headed from both pleasure and the loss of blood. eric noticed and quickly removed his fangs from his wrist. blood dripped down his chin as he leaned in to kiss hex again.

hex pulled eric’s hand away from his clit once he felt close, “eric- mm- i want to feel you in me when i-i cum.” he said between whimpers as eric’s lips did magic along his neck.

“fuck me eric! right on your throne!” hex begged. eric obliged his request, he moved to remove hex’s shirt, leaving him completely naked, before vamping to move them again. hex’s back was now against eric’s throne while eric was above him, pinning him against the chair.

eric lower his pants and boxers which allowed hex to see eric’s cock. it was around seven inches long and had to be around four inches in width. hex was going to struggle to walk later but he didn’t mind, all he cared about right now was how he wanted to feel eric in him.

eric slowly moved to put his tip in and watched as hex’s face contorted from pain to pleasure. the sight could make eric cum right then and there. hex was the closest thing he could ever get to seeing heaven.

“more, please, fuck!” hex moaned to which eric granted. he pushed himself in all the way and let hex breathe a moment before slowly thrusting.

eric groaned at the feeling of hex’s walls clenching around him, the warmth of hex’s pussy traveled through his body, leaving him breathless.

“jesus fuck, you feel like heaven itself. i haven’t felt this good in centuries, my prince.” eric moaned while quickening his pace. his head dipping down into hex’s neck where he bite into the flesh to draw blood and to mark hex as his.

eric continued to do this three more times, one on the other side of his neck, then two more on each side of his collarbones. hex moaned louder each time eric’s fangs punctured his skin. hex’s blood began to flow down his chest which eric licked up somewhat. he wanted most of the blood to mix in with hex’s other fluids.

hex began to feel close to his climax for the umpteenth time. he couldn’t use his words as his brain was jumbled from all the pleasure and pain. instead he moved his hands up to grasp onto eric’s shoulders, nails digging into the cold skin.

his whimpers became more sporadic and frantic which made eric chuckle with satisfaction. “good god, look at you. you’re doing such a good job. taking me like this, i bet this is the best you’ve gotten. come on prince, cum for me. cum all over my throne so people know i pleasured you this good.”

the two made eye contact which made hex blush. eric’s thrusts became sloppy as he too was reaching his climax. hex decided he wanted to wait to cum with eric. he wanted to feel eric’s warmth fill him up as he let his own fluids go.

he didn’t have to wait long, eric reached his end. one hand gripping the back of his throne while the other moved to grip hex’s hips closer to him as he released all of himself inside of hex.

hex released his juices with a loud moan and his hands digging even deeper into eric’s shoulder, drawing blood.

the two stayed in their positions for a few minutes until they heard footsteps. eric quickly vamped to put his shirt on hex which was large enough to cover his body. eric moved them so hex was now sitting back on his lap, back facing him, as the two looked at pam, bill, and sookie that returned from where ever they were.

hex was a blushing mess as he tried to make himself look smaller in eric’s lap, he knew he’d be hearing about this later from both bill and sookie.

“well, looks and smells like the two of you had fun. i’m not cleaning that up.” pam said in regular monotone voice. bill was looking away out of respect for hex while sookie was holding back a laugh.

“well i’ll be damned hex, you actually got eric’s attention.” she laughed. “anyways, bill and i are heading back, it’ll be dawn soon. you coming with us or… going back for round two?” she joked.

“sookie!” hex groaned and hit his face in his hands. eric chuckled at this and lightly pecked hex’s forehead.

“round two sounds like it could be fun, what do you say sweetheart? want to stay for round two?” eric half joked. hex only groaned in a response.

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“Good god, look at you,

you’re doing such a good job.”

#eric northman #eric northman smut #true blood #sookie stackhouse #pam ravenscroft #bill compton #true blood smut #eric northman x oc #eric northman x reader #eric northman gay #eric northman x male #eric northman imagine #eric northman oneshot #true blood oneshot #true blood imagine #Spotify

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starstruckunknown-princess · 1 year

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A Business Proposition

Pairing: Eric Northman x F!Reader (Third Person)

Warnings: Mention of Fangs, anti-vampire sentiment

Word Count: 681

Summary: Eric agrees to accompany his human girlfriend to her office Christmas Party just to freak out her co-workers.

A/N: Hey y’all! This is Day 3 of Fluffcember, I’m excited to share this one with you since Eric Northman/Alexander Skarsgaard is...well, I’ll be in my bunk. Enjoy!

No one at the office believed that a nice girl like her would be a fangbanger. She didn’t like that term at all, and would give anyone in the office who used it a thorough verbal beatdown. This had led to her being somewhat isolated at work. She didn’t get invited out to happy hours anymore, nor was she clued in to the hot office gossip. Most of it was about her nowadays, so she didn’t care.

Her relationship with Eric Northman was none of their business, but she wasn’t going to take their close minded ignorant backwater bullshit lying down.

So she had invited him to the office Holiday Party.

Her six-foot-four Viking God of a vampire boyfriend was more than happy to oblige.

“Should I put on the whole show? Fangs out and everything?” Eric asked as he maneuvered his corvette to the valet stand at the hotel.

“Not unless provoked. Just no drinking from anyone I work with, please.” She kissed his cold cheek before getting out of the door that the valet had opened.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Eric said. He watched her legs lift her up and out of the car, loving the way the green velvet dress she wore hugged each of her curves — he couldn’t wait to shred it later.

The hotel’s event room was fully decked out in holiday spirit. Eight foot decorated trees lined the far wall, green and red ornaments glistened in the lights. Silver and gold tinsel hung from the ceiling. A deejay was set up and playing holiday music while most everyone was mingling and enjoying the open bar.

All the noise, save for Bing Crosby’s crooning from the speakers, died down at her entrance with Eric. He glanced about the room, his arm wrapping protectively over her shoulders, and then broke out what she knew to be his PR smile. Perfect white teeth on display, fangs hidden of course.

They made their way to the bar, Eric’s arm over her the entire way. People began talking again, mutters this time, and she knew it was about the man by her side.

“What are they saying?” she whispered to him as she took a sip of her old fashioned.

“That you look stunning and they’re all jealous that I get to fuck you tonight,” he whispered back. She scoffed.

“Yeah right. We can make the rounds, say hi to my boss, then go to dinner,” she reassured with a squeeze to his hand.

“We can stay all night if you’d like. I don’t give a fuck what they think of us.”

“I don’t want to lose my job. Let’s start on the rounds.”

They made their way around the room, chatting with her co-workers — or rather, chatting at them since most of them were gobsmacked at the sight of Eric and couldn’t form sentences. Her boss and his wife were able to muddle through some polite small talk, and her one non-vampire-hating coworker, Patrice, was rather enthusiastic about meeting him and even gave him a hug.

The two of them danced a slow dance and downed another free drink before taking off. Once they were in the car, Eric turned to her with an offer.

“Come work for me.”

“At Fangtasia? I’m way overqualified to be a bartender.”

“I have other businesses. You could work for one of them. Or,” he paused, looking at her from the corner of his eye and sliding his hand up her thigh under the green velvet dress, “You could start your own company. I know you’ve got some plans for yourself. Let me make them happen.”

“So you want to be my sugar daddy?”

He chuckled, “I prefer the term ‘principal investor’.”

She considered a moment. She and Eric had been seeing each other for almost a year without him getting sick of her. He wanted to invest in her business ideas. Ideas for a business she would run. Not having to report to any jackass boss or deal with her idiot coworkers.

It was tempting, to be sure.

“I’ll think about it.”

#eric northman #eric northman x oc #true blood #true blood fanfiction #fanfiction #writing challenge #fluffcember #alexander skarsgard #office christmas party

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buckys-zomdoll · 8 months

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Goodbyes

Fandom: True Blood

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

A/N: I do not own the pictures used,Valeria belongs to me. Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated. Please note this is a work of fiction, just because something is written doesn’t mean I as a writer agree with or condone it. Thank You. Any mistakes are my own.

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Beta’d by: @5soshow

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

Word Count: 4210

Pairings: Past Eric Northman x OFC

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

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

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

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

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

“Valeria, what brings you here?”

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

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

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

“I have it under control.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Where do you plan on staying?”

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

Eric shook his head. “No.”

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

“Why do you need to see the office?”

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

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

“Of course, follow me.” Pam smiled.

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

Pam nodded and left, shutting the door behind her.

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

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

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

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

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

Valeria rolled her eyes. “Fine, fine.”

“I’m serious,” Sophie growled.

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

“Alright, keep me updated.”

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

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

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

“What are you doing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then you can give me the password.”

Eric chuckled. “So you do care.”

“No, I'm just comfortable here.”

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

“Then you sit there.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You locked me out!” He growled.

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

“You annoy me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She stood up and headed to the door.

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

“Away from you, I’m hungry.”

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

She opened the door and left.

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

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

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

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

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

“You really should have thought of that before.”

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

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

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

“Sure, Val. Right this way.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course.”

Once Pam was gone, Eric leaned forward a little.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.” Sam glared at her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I gotta get out of here.”

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

She turned to face him. “Bill.”

“What brings you here?”

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

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

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

“That’s not allowed here.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m Isaac and that’s Bobby.”

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

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

“That’s my business,” Valeria smirked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And where is this Seth?”

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

Valeria looked at Bobby. “Is that true?”

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

“Dude!” Isaac kicked him under the table.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“S-something like that.” Seth gulped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I swear, Eric I wi-”

“He’s dead.” Seth spoke.

“Excuse me?” Eric was inches from Seth.

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

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

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

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

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

“Eric! You get him out.”

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

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

“I won't run.” Bobby sighed.

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

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

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

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

“Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Longshadow smirked. “I’m busy.”

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

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

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

“Good.”

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

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

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

Eric sighed “I promised you forever.”

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

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

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

#eric northman #past eric northman x ofc #ofc #oc #true blood #past eric northman x OFC #OFC #vampires #angst #anyfandomgoesbingo #anyfandomangstbingo

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yoursalwaysadrora · 1 year

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an excerpt from something else i'm working on. i stopped caring about True Blood's writing when they killed of the absolute treasure trove that was Godric.

He lifts his head when he hears the door lock click. She stands in the doorway, draped in black velvet, and the backlighting gives her an uncanny look. She brushes her hand over the fabric, along her curves, and his eyes follow the trail.

“What do you think?”

“Stunning,” he breathes, gaze restlessly rolling over every inch. “Come back to me?” he whispers, tentatively offering a hand. Everything stills for a moment and he hopes she knows it isn’t just about the fucking dress.

She crosses the room and ignores his gesture. Instead, she places her left hand on the side of his neck while the other hikes her skirt up her thigh. She rests her knee between his legs and pulls him close to her chest.

She could swear he fucking purred.

He nuzzles into her collarbone, pressing a kiss just above the sweetheart neckline. She threads her fingers into the hair at the base of his skull, twisting softly before giving it a harsh tug. He detaches from her skin and his fangs threaten to cut his lips. Her eyes are hard, a thick sheet of glass when he finds them.

“Never again.” Her tone leaves no room for argument.

He doesn’t want to fight anymore anyway.

His eyes flutter closed and she guides his face back to her throat. His lips brush against her carotid and something strikes him in the chest, violent and bloody and cataclysmic. He stands, frame swallowing hers as he crowds her against the wall. She arches into him and makes this breathy sound that sends him into a spiral.

He feels like he’s made of cotton. All these things that he expected to be sharp and biting were blurred around the edges. His kisses sloppy and tongue languidly tracing her veins. His brow relaxing and grip slacking. He fell under her touch much like he fell under the sun. He could fight it all he liked but he would eventually have to succumb.

And, oh, Gods, did it feel good to finally give in.

#true blood #godric #godric x oc #eric northman

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j3st3r-13 · 1 year

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hey

ive started writing a true blood fic on ao3! its eric northman/ oc called blood on my shirt, heart in my hands . so yeah id be grateful if you gave it a look :)

#my fics #blood on my shirt heart in my hands #trueblood #true blood #eric northman #bill compton #sookie stackhouse #jason stackhouose #lafayette reynolds #true blood fanfic #eric northman x oc #i love this show sm

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jplupine · 2 years

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It was too tempting to have Uriel make a cameo.

[It didn't turn out quite like I was hoping, but close enough lmao]

Full: Pillowfort

#Bound in Blood #Uriel #Eric Northman #True Blood #True Blood oc #concubus #exophilia #fanfic art #fanart #vampire #demon #oc x canon #blood #lemon #minors dni #nonbinary character #Wolf does fanart

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readingisloving · 2 years

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#update #the third stackhouse #true blood #true blood fanfiction #eric northman #eric x oc

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annwayne · 6 months

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Awyn: getting turned on by Eric’s threatening

Eric: I can work with this

#true blood #oc/eric northman #he’d switch up interrogation tactics without missing a beat #Awyn cannot stand it #chatting w/ the void

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moonlitdesertdreams · 4 months

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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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