#eric northman fan fiction

[blackleatherjacketz]

Mine

Eric Northman x Female Reader

Summary: Eric shows you what it means to be his.

Warnings: 18+ Only!, Explicit Smut, Alcohol, Bachelorette Parties, Glamoring, Kissing, Hair-Pulling, Biting, Blood Sucking, Vampirism, Blood Contracts, Possessive Behavior, Body Worship, Teasing, Taunting, Orgasm Deny/Delay, Vaginal Fingering, Finger Sucking, Vaginal Sex, Nipple Play, Nipple Biting, Size Kink, Size Difference, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Mirror Sex

Word Count: 2.6k+

Tags: @differentcatcat @jessicafangirl @spice-honey

Read more Eric!

You aren’t entirely sure how you ended here with him like this, but you aren’t exactly complaining, either. What started out as a raucous bachelorette party at Fangtasia turned into a deeply provocative conversation about your innermost desires with its handsome owner. He’d singled you out in front of everyone, bringing you onstage before convincing you to let him drink from you in exchange for a night of pleasure you ‘would never forget’. You’d gone home with strangers before, sure, but you’d never even met a vampire before, let alone let one bite you. But he assured you that he’d make it worth your while. And with a face like that and a voice like his, well… who could say no?

You now lay on his bed opposite a wall full of mirrors, propped on your side as he traces his fingertips up your calf, leaving a trail of goosebumps up the bend just behind your knee up into your thigh. You watch him slip two fingers beneath the hem of your underwear before pulling it taught and snapping it against your skin, forcing you to gasp.

“Are you sure you still want this, sweetheart?” He taunts with a smirk. “Last chance to go back to your drunk friend and listen to how much she hates that fiancé of hers.”

“I’m sure.” You’ve never wanted anything more in your entire life. Your long dry spell leading up to tonight left you desperate for an excuse to get out of the house, to break your mundane pattern of solitude, leading you straight to him. The way he looked at you from across the room made you feel like you were the only woman in the world, the only one for him. He was unlike anyone else you’ve ever met before; elegant and mysterious, sensual and alluring. No one you’d ever met had paid this much attention to you before, had captivated you long enough to agree to a binding physical contract you would normally reject. You’ve never been more sure of anything than you are right now.

Your breath quickens as that sting spreads into the deeper layers of your skin, that needy heat building up inside as he calmly sits down on the bed beside you, pushing the fabric of your dress up around your waist to get a better view. You watch him take his time gently grazing his palms over your hips and thighs, worshiping your body by tracing invisible designs into your skin. Your quiet moans shift that grin of his into a satisfied smile, visible only from the mirrors in front of you before he presses a few soft kisses into your shoulders. He hums an old Norse tune into your ear as he continues to caress you, making every inch of your skin tingle in anticipation as he brushes the hair away from your neck.

“Good girl,” he purrs into the sensitive spot just behind your ear, forcing your body to tense as he curls his fingers beneath your underwear again, pulling it forcefully down your hips before ripping it off. “Then you agree to be mine.”

“Yes,” you barely breathe out, his bold words making your cheeks flush a warmer hue.

He laughs to himself before swiftly sliding his fingers between your cheeks, gliding them over your folds to spread the moisture that’s collected there up and down your seam. “Because I already had someone drive them home. It’s just you and me now.”

You nod in silence, letting his electric touch send sparks up into your core as he continues kissing your neck, glancing up every now and again to watch your reaction as he slowly pushes his chilly fingers inside your entrance.

“Eric!” You moan as they expand your slick, inner walls with practiced restraint, feeling nearly every inch of you before pulling out just far enough to push back in again, causing you to rock your hips along with his steady rhythm. You close your eyes as he delves his digits even deeper into you at just the right angle, finally finding that bundle of nerves tucked up inside you with a curl of his finger.

Sweet Jesus, he’s so good at that.

His frigid pace grows faster, your internal heat warming him up as he starts to nip desperately at the nape of your neck. The muscles in your abdomen can’t help but tighten as the sound of his fingers inside you echoes against the walls, nearly drowning out the sound of his shallow breathing and your needy moans.

“Yes?” He pulls his fingers out of you slowly, leaving a clear coat of your arousal over your ass and hips as he brings them up to your mouth before pressing them against your lips.

Instead of answering him, you take the hint and open your mouth to suck on his fingers, savoring your own tangy flavor as he pushes them past your tongue, practically gagging you in the process. You control your breathing and run your tongue in between them, being sure to look at him in the mirror as you siphon off every last bit of your juices, your spit now pooling at the corner of your mouth, dripping down onto the mattress.

“See how good you taste?” He praises with darkened eyes, a pleased smirk gracing his features just before he pushes you onto your back. “And that’s just your pussy.”

He kisses your mouth before you have a chance to react, tasting the remainder of your essence on your lips and tongue as he breathes you in, letting your scent mix in with the way you taste as he greedily explores your mouth. He has a flavor of copper and iron with a salty aftertaste as he settles on top of you, slowly shedding that cold hard exterior he presented you with onstage. He lets out a series of breathy moans in between each desperate kiss, licking and sucking your lips into his mouth as if they tasted of milk and honey. Groaning as your hands instinctively find their way up onto his chest, he allows them to move across the thin fabric of his tank top and down to his waist as he grinds his hips against your nearly naked body.

He twists the fabric of your dress in his hands and rips it right off, grinning like a schoolboy as he takes in the sight of your naked breasts devoid of any undergarment before hungrily pressing his mouth against them. He nips at your chest and clavicle, teasing the imminent threat of his painful bite at any time as your chest heaves with desire, perking your nipples right into his mouth. He sucks on each of them, lingering on one a little longer than the other, pulling it into his mouth and twisting that sensitive tissue in between his teeth. That mixture of pain and pleasure forces your back to arch and your eyes to roll back into your head, triggering that fire deep within you. It melts its way down to your core, sizzling through every nerve on its way down as he places his palm between your shoulder blades to keep you near.

“Ooh, so that’s the spot, huh?” He looks up at you with lust blown eyes, his pupils nearly taking up all the space within them as he licks a slow, tantalizing circle around it.

“Uh-huh,” you whine with a nod, looking down at him hopefully as you run your fingers through his hair.

He grins just in time to reveal his fangs, biting into the fatty tissue just above your nipple with a sharp twinge of pain, forcing you to inhale quickly. Your mouth falls open as you watch your own blood fill his mouth, staining his lips a dark crimson as he closes his eyes, allowing himself to get lost deep within you. He moans against your skin as he sucks on your nipple even harder, swallowing his first gulp as it floods his taste buds with the sweet fruity flavor of the wine you’ve been sipping on all night.

You tug on his hair as he bites down even harder, threatening to gnaw your nipple right off as the pain from his teeth blends with the pleasure of his tongue, forcing you to wrap your legs around his hips in order to get some sort of friction between them. That delicious, tingling sensation starts to burn brighter, faster within you as it spreads like wildfire throughout the rest of your body. You can feel his erection growing beneath his jeans as he grinds his hips between your thighs. Each drink he takes from you engorges it with more of your blood, stoking that internal flame as it presses harder between them, begging to be released. You pull him in even closer as he nearly sends you over the edge, that wildfire on the brink of igniting into a raging inferno before he pulls his fangs out of you and halts the movement of his hips.

“Eric,” you’re breathlessly disappointed as he pulls his mouth off of you, a sly look crossing his ruby red lips.

“Eric, what?” He repeats mockingly, licking the excess blood off the middle of your chest, purposefully avoiding your nipple as it drips from his lips and chin.

“But I was about to…” You run your hand through his hair as he cleans you up, licking your skin like a cat with its milk.

“About to what?” He grabs onto your wrist and pulls it away from his hair, holding it next to his mouth as he looks up at you with a stern glare. “About to come? Just from that?”

You nod as that dreaded feeling of shame washes over you, forcing you to look away from him. You can’t quite explain it, but something about his touch alone is more arousing than actual sex with half the people you’ve been with before. Now you feel stupid for saying anything at all.

“You think I should let you?” He keeps his eyes on you with a chuckle, kissing the inside of your wrist before placing it back into his hair. “You sound awfully ungrateful.”

You sigh in defeat as he denies your pleasure, that cruel nature of his floating back up to the surface as he pulls away from you, leaning back and standing up at the edge of the bed.

“Look at yourself,” he instructs, nodding over to the mirror that you’d nearly forgotten was there. “How many of your other lovers have done this for you? Drank your blood, tasted every inch of you from the inside out?”

“None of them.” You turn your head and look at your own reflection, streaks of your blood still glistening in the dim lamplight of the room as they branch out from where he’s bitten you. The evidence is clear that you’re already on your way to becoming his. The spots where he attempted to clean you up had smeared and already dried, cracking against your skin as you hear him unbuckle his belt.

“That’s what I thought.” He tosses his shirt off and steps out of his shoes before pulling his pants down, revealing the prize beneath as you finally look back at him, trying not to gasp.

Sweet Jesus, he’s gorgeous.

His size is even more massive than you originally guessed as you admire him for what seems like ages. Your mouth falls agape as he spreads that drop of precum up and down his shaft for your visual pleasure, the muscles in his abdomen rippling in anticipation as he makes himself even harder just by looking at you.

“Don’t worry, it’ll fit,” he reassures you as he gratuitously strokes himself with a confident grin. “I want to make sure you feel good.” He whispers, pressing his knees into the mattress.

“Yeah?” You ask, exasperated as you sit up onto your elbows to watch him get closer. You try to convince yourself that this is real and not just some sort of wild dream as you spread your legs for him until he’s bobbing in between your thighs, but your brain’s having trouble making that distinction.

“You’ll taste better that way.” He brushes your clit with the tip of his cock, rushing your body with bursts of bliss each time he passes over it until he’s good and sure you’re wet enough to take him in.

You hold your breath as he pushes inside, watching intently as he slowly stretches your viscera in an achingly hypnotic thrust upward. That internal heat stirs up again as you envelop him completely, the feeling of his pelvis more than welcome against the bottom of your thighs as he holds himself there for a second. Instead of pulling out and speeding back up again, he just stares longingly into your eyes, giving you time to adjust to his enormous girth as his stifled breath warms your face. His mouth falls open into a kiss as he pushes in even deeper, the tip of his head tapping against your cervix as you begin to shudder around him.

“Oh my god, Eric,” you moan into his mouth, feeling his thumb rub tiny little circles into your clit as he runs his other hand through your hair. You can’t believe how amazing he feels, how every neural pathway in your body is set ablaze, singed by the very fire of his touch that no other man alive was even able to spark.

“I told you it’d fit,” he whispers, tugging on your hair before pulling his hips back and violently thrusting them back inside you. He kisses your lips more aggressively this time, his tongue tasting every gasp he’s able to draw out of you with each thrust of his pelvis, his own breath faltering as he cries out your name.

You can feel his grip on your hair tighten as he drives himself inside you again and again, stretching your smooth muscle to capacity as he glides in and out of you repeatedly, tingling the breadth of your insides. Kisses quickly turn into bites as the rhythm of his hips becomes more frantic, his fangs emerging just as his thumb pushes you over the edge of ecstasy, sending you into the unknown depths of your euphoria. Your body doesn’t know how to handle it, doesn’t know how to react to such an intense sensation as he mercilessly crashes into you, his desperate pace forcing you to descend deeper into that dark, delicious state until your entire body convulses, completely overwhelmed by it. You wrap your legs around his waist, keeping him buried inside as your muscles spasm around him, a loud chorus of your moans echoing off the mirrored walls as your pleasure wreaks havoc on your body.

You barely notice when he sinks his fangs into you again, this time groaning into your throat like a wild animal as your body milks him for all he’s worth, gulping down that intoxicating serum as it oozes from your throat past his lips. His hips speed up to an inhuman rate, those groans of his shifting into feral growls as he releases his thumb from your bud just to hold your hips in place as he loses himself in the feeling of your body, in the flavor of your blood.

Red hot crimson blood drips down your neck as his white hot fluid shoots up inside you, both of them eventually spilling out despite his best efforts to consume and contain as much as he can between the both of you. He mewls against your neck as he sputters a few more times between your inner walls, still pulling tightly on your scalp as you both ride out the aftershock of your orgasm.

“You’re mine now.” He whispers into your ear, smearing your blood into your hair as he shakily kisses your neck and jawline. “No one else can have you, drink from you, or harm you in any way.” He pulls back to look at you adoringly, your blood smattered across his chin like war paint before he bites down on his own wrist to carefully seal your wound. “If they do, they’ll have to answer to me.”

[keenzinemugstudent]

Eric: You need to change your last name

Y/n: Huh? Why?

Eric: Because dear it doesn't suit you

Y/n: *eye roll* Oh really? And what do you think my last name should be Mr viking?

Eric: Northman

Y/n: Why would it be Northman?

Eric: Because that's my last name dear...*smirk*

Y/n:......

Eric: .......

Y/n: You smooth motherfucker

Eric: Love you too dear

[vixemi]

This is probably gonna sound like gibberish to some of y’all BUT! Do any of y’all remember a true blood fanfic about Eric and a lady who was like half fairy and half angel. It was on fanfic.net.

She was Irish.

Pam called her “Snow White”.

She had like a half brother who she saw as like a son.

And then at the end Eric realized that she was the women he was destined to marry when he was human and a Viking.

If any of y’all remember this fanfic…I AM SO UPSET ITS GONE 😭

(Also tumblr is being dumb and making my writing black instead of white so it’s blue now.)

[strandnreyes]

jen, i've been trying to think of something super unhinged for nice ask week and i haven't been able to think of anything. so here's my shit excuse for nice ask week and sorry that you might have to look some of these up. please rank these fictional vampires in order from least want to befriend to most want to befriend AND ALSO from not-est to hottest (others opinions are welcome - this is MY ask, MY rules - just kidding pls post this jen, i worked so hard on it):

1. count dracula, dracula (specifically, the 1992 adaptation of the novel in which gary oldman - admittedly, my older gentleman crush - plays dracula)

2. stefan salvatore, the vampire diaries

3. damon salvatore, the vampire diaries (had to ask for both brothers, come on)

4. laurent, twilight (u know i think he is a lil something something)

5. daddy cullen i mean carlisle cullen, twilight

6. dakota fanning looking extremely slay, twilight

7. spike, buffy the vampire slayer

8. count von count, seasame street

9. eric northman, true blood

10. bella swan, vampiric edition, twilight

11. blade, blade

12. me.

THANK YOU FOR COMING

hello, lola. first let me start by saying here is a different vampire ranking without a definition of best, just vibes (you create one vampire au and suddenly this is your whole life). I am not rereading it though, so no promises that I'm not about to contradict myself

I appreciate how hard you worked on asking this, so I hope you appreciate how hard I worked on answering it

Least want to befriend to most want to befriend:

damon - he seems like a walking red flag, he really does

2. dakota fanning - I respect a girlboss but I do think she would kill me after one wrong move. would constantly have a tummy ache, stressed to the max.

3. spike - I have never seen buffy, but google tells me he was a villain. have to play it safe here

4. bella - I'm so sorry bella but I think you would annoy me

5. blade - I really tried looking him up to give an honest friend ranking, but there were so many version?? is it a comic? a movie? a tv show? idk I got confused therefore he defaults to the middle of the list

6. laurent - one of the nicer members of his little posse (unlike that bitch james). might try to kill me but a good sob story would probably get me out of it

7. count dracula - i just read his backstory. that's so tragic, I think he could use a friend

8. carlisle - turning a bunch of teenagers into vampires when they were on their death bed is a little odd, but he had good intentions. and now look at the house he provides for them like I'll move in no questions asked

9. stefan - admittedly have only seen a few seasons of tvd, but he seems to have some kind of morals so that's always a good place to start for a friendship

10. eric - "calculating yet loyal and generally willing to absolve those that aggravate him, unless they have grievously crossed him. However, he is fiercely vindictive towards anyone who harms or threatens those he loves". thank you, trueblood.fandom.com. If I'm befriending all of these vampires, making him a top priority seems like a good choice

11. count von count - he has a cat. I'm using him and abusing our friendship for that. sorry count

12. lola - who shouldn't (?) be on this list (unless you have a secret to tell)

okay hotness below the cut because this is already too long

Least hot to most hot

1. dakota fanning (jane) - default to last because she is a child lmao

2. count von count - he is a cartoon (puppet? I don't know). I feel like there is only one right answer here and it is to put him in the second least hot position (unless that's your thing. you do you)

3. damon - this man creeps me out. I don't know if it's the eyes or what but again, bad vibes. stay away from her (elena), old man!

4. count dracula - willy wonka looking vampire. sorry to your older gentleman crush. you can keep him

5. eric northman - I do not know this man but he is giving 'just some guy' with a little bit of finance bro

6. bella - one too many awkward smiles while tucks her hair behind her ear moments, you know?

7. spike - cheek bones are cheek boning. some may say too much though. hair is giving 90s boy band. although for his time I can excuse it

8. carlisle cullen - not the biggest dilf in twilight, but an important one

9. laurent - unfortunate that you didn't pick the picture where he rolls up with his jacket undone and no shirt underneath. what an entrance. he also gets hotness points because laurent is a very good vampire name

10. stefan salvatore - the objectively better brother based on my limited knowledge. good picture. love a henley moment. look at those forearms.

11. blade - I don't know this man, but I would like to.

*you can't be ranked on the hotness scale because you did not provide a picture. sorry ;)

[m-jelly]

I have a confession...

I used to love Eric Northman fan fictions and wanted badly to write fics for him, but was low-key scared to.

I still love his character...

[castiellawolfkissed]

Little Banshee

Summary: Running from your thoughts made you enter a world you didn't think was real. Now you have two vampires excited to see what they can do next with you.

Pairing: Eric Northman x reader x Pam De Beaufort (polyamorous relationship)

Word count: 1746

Warning: +18 minors DNI. A very real look into mental illness. My mental illness to be honest. but I tried to generalize it enough so it's more inclusive. This will be a series, and a comfort fic for myself.

A/N: This is a comfort fic for sure. Going through some stuff but maybe you guys will enjoy it. Trying to stay on present tense and first person point of view. It's kind of what true blood goes with. I think it works best and I want to get better at it too. I did proof read it the best I could. Later chapters will have smut, gore, fighting and who knows. Hope you enjoy.

Title: Little Banshee

Chapter Two

When the noise in my head becomes too much, the only thing I can think to do is run. There is no destination or goal but escaping the noise. The hope is that I can outrun the thoughts in my head, and they would have trouble catching up to attack me again. My feet carried me through an old farm near my house and through the forest that separated the neighborhood that was next door to mine. The full moon is my only guiding light as I run. In the process I felt my phone fall out as it was ringing but ignored it. The mist that was overcoming the area was ignored. Either in hopes that I will run into a tree or get lost enough that I have no choice to start over.

My feet suddenly are on paved ground, but nothing looked familiar. The fear of being lost and the realization that my thoughts were right there with me made me collapse to the ground. The pain felt dull, and I knew I’ll feel it full force later.

The only thing I can think of is the force in my chest that is growing bigger and rolling up my chest and into my throat. Finally, I give into the feeling and scream up at the sky. The ground shook just slightly but I assumed that was just my body shaking from my attempt of getting the noise out of my head. As the last of the scream escapes, I collapse forward and grip the ground under me and felt gravel and dirt. The sweat and tears mixed freely, stinging my eyes from the world around me.

The voices however were back full force:

Your friends don’t like you.

Your friends care more about their boyfriend than you.

It felt like someone turned the volume up in my head and there was no stopping the second scream. This time the ground shaking was noticed more when I was picked up from the ground and held close to what felt like someone’s chest. I finished my scream into their clothing while I felt like I was being moved. The scream drained me so much that it was hard to connect to any of my other senses.

The moment the scream was over I felt my body being laid on someone soft. My throat feels raw, and the taste of iron was deep. At least I could taste again. Touch was the second sense I got back, as I felt a gentle cloth before ran across my face and under my eyes. Hearing was slowly going from white noise to hearing muffled voices, until I heard their voices clearly.

“Is that the banshee from outside?” The female voice was snarky but strangely you did not feel the sting. Was she amused? How could she? I feel like I got hit by a truck.

“Yes, but I don’t think she realizes that is what she is. I gave her some of my blood to help her throat heal. But she has a cut here. Drink and you’ll see,” The blue-eyed beauty spoke. What they were saying made no sense. Gave me his blood? I felt panic but my body still felt paralyzed. Gently lips touched my arm and though I willed my arm to move it did nothing. Just my luck.

“How the hell did she get here? When people realize that she managed to pass into our world and she’s a banshee we’ll have every supernatural being knocking at our door!” Her voice was trailing further away as she spoke, but what the hell was she talking about? Supernatural creatures weren’t real. They were comfort characters for me. Dreams. Nothing more, Nothing less.

I tried to ignore that my throat was feeling normal now.

“It’s okay little banshee. The big bad monsters can’t get you now,” He said with a smile that bordered on wickedness.

“What are you talking about?” I whispered. “Monsters aren’t real.”

My vision came into full focus to look at the man before me that had been gently running his fingers through my hair in comfort. Alexander Skarsgard? No, he looks paler. Like he did when he was a…

Suddenly the poster behind him came into my view. True blood. Not a poster for the show but for the drink. Maybe they were just fans. The man turned his head towards the poster behind him and chuckled, “Recognize it?”

“T.V. Show...”

The man looked at me like I had officially lost. Funny coming from a man talking about monsters.

“No that’s a drink little banshee. It’s supposed to be an alternative for people like us.”

Maybe he’s deep in character? But the show is over.

“People like you?” I asked slowly.

The man simply grinned and soon his fangs popped out in full view. This wasn’t the show. This wasn’t Alexander. This was real.

“Eric.”

The whole atmosphere felt like it changed. Quieter than when I came in and you heard a crash of glass behind you.

“How the hell does she know your name?” The female voice from before but now I can see her.

“Pam.” I whispered, and I forced my body to move and this time it responded. I scrambled up from the fainting couched and backed myself up from them until my back hit the chair.

“In your world what are we?” Eric asked not seeming bothered by any of this. The bastard really was cool calm and collected in person.

“Stories. In a book, and a tv show,” I say and starting to believe I officially cracked. The hallucinations must have decided to come now and are growing full force. I start to realize that I’m in Fangtasia and the thrown behind me is where he sat. Real life vampires were staring at me like I was the odd one.

“Why do you keep calling me banshee?” I ask.

“Well, I’m sure you’ve heard of their folklore. Remember what they do?

“They scream when they sense death is coming for someone. Either a dangerous situation or they’ll be passing. It was supposed to announce it to family members regardless how far away they are,” You said simply.

“We haven’t killed anyone, today at least,” Pam said nonchalantly.

“No matter the distance, someone did die, but it might not have been in our world. If our little banshee here can pass through different dimensions than who knows who died. Maybe she announced her own death,” He said which made gasp and cover my mouth. This couldn’t be happening, none of this seems real but the evidence was staring my in the face.

Eric’s blood managed to heal the cuts on my knees and my arm already. There is something he didn’t think of though. Banshee’s scream when someone enters a situation, they think they will not live through. I’m starting to think I’m that someone if I screamed twice.

“Now we should get her out of here before someone comes and mounts her on their damn wall,” Pam said before rushing towards the back once more before coming back with a designer bag on her shoulder. Eric who was wearing a track suit and short hair moved and held out his hand.

“Come one little banshee. Let’s get you away from here,” He asked smoothly. My mind race as I began to take everything quickly. Pam looked beautiful as always and Eric had short hair, so this was later seasons Eric. Is he with Sookie now? Why is that the first thought? I should be scared right now!

Except I take his hand quickly and stand up, brushing the dirty and gravel from outside off until I realize it was now on the stage. I slowly look at him worried before he shrugged his shoulders and was leading, dragging, me out the door. Pam followed behind and closed the bar. He opened the front door for I jumped into the back without a second thought. It’s normally where I sat, and it was easier to look at them both when I buckle up in the middle seat.

“Oh, thank you Eric,” You hear Pam say as she enters the passenger seat. “Don’t worry little banshee. We’ll get you cleaned up. I know a designer who can bring us some of his clothes so you can get a new wardrobe and everything.”

“My name is y/n, and how do you know I just want to go back?” I asked but who was I kidding. These two characters helped me right after I got out of the mental hospital. A year of recovering from a break down and I had them.

By then Eric was in the driver’s seat and choosing music for them to listen to for their drive. “We’ll be going out of the city. So don’t just call anyone to come to our place. Plus, little banshee, you don’t want to leave. We drank your blood little one. We know what you genuinely want remember?”

He made the statement as if I should know what all vampires can do but you did know. That meant he saw my entire past. They both did, and maybe that’s why Pam didn’t scowl at me and even looked mildly sympathetic at me. Which was slightly frightening considering how fierce she is. Eric looked like he wanted to take me in the back seat but I’m sure that’s just wishful thinking.

“Let’s get the hell out of this town. I need a break from this hell hole anyway,” Pam said as they speed off going way over the speed limit but since it is midnight they did not have long to get to the destination before sunrise. I stared out the window feeling my eyes grow heavy.

“Get some rest little banshee,” Eric said softly. I moved to lay on the back seat completely while seeing Pam turn around and lay a blanket over my body that must have been up front. As my eyes closed, I could still hear them speak.

“We can’t let them have her. How fucked must your life be for us to be her comfort,” Pam said softly.

“Extremely. That’s why we’re not going to let anything happen to her. If we must change her, we will but let’s not worry about that now,” His voice was firm and filled with concern or at least that’s what it sounded like as I drifted off to sleep.

Next Chapter

Tagged: @skarsgard-daydreams @grandpa-sweaters @loliwrites @hausofobsession @flowers-in-your-hayr @kalliravenne

[lady-phasma]

Thank you so much for taking the time to explain the tags! That makes so much sense. I had a mutual use the phrase "gaslighting themselves" because I feel like a lot of fans do that with Aemond and with reformed-husband Daemon. Daemon is not reformed. I will die on that particular hill. Tom Riddle was an excellent villain! Tragedy or childhood trauma adds to the complexity but doesn't excuse a character's behavior.

Awww you used "Aemond ambassador" I'm so flattered! 🥰 I don't know how intelligent though. LoL Obviously I 100% agree that there is nothing wrong with loving a fictional villain. Or half-villain as I tend to think of Aemond. I don't watch The Vampire Diaries but it immediately made me thing of how unashamed the True Blood fandom is/was about loving Eric Northman. A bad guy. Embrace it. If they didn't want you to enjoy these characters they probably wouldn't make them so complex and fun.

I will never apologize for how ruthless and vile Eric could be. It made him a richer character.

The thing that annoys me the most is the fact that most of Aemond's fans put the pig prank solely on Jace and Luke when Aegon, his own brother, is way older than them and was the ring leader but they never mention that part when talking about Aemond being bullied.

And funny thing is they conveniently leave out quotes like “he did it again” or “you may cuff him about as you wish at home” because those show Aemond's real tormentors were his own mother & brother.

It annoys me too. If we're gonna talk about bullying, then don't just talk about the followers but also the leader. Not to mention that being the victim of cruelty from your big brother has a bigger impact emotionally. Literally no one ever said what Jace and Luke did was all right or funny, that they were saints or just poor victims of Aegon's idea. Of course they still chose to follow the oldest, it doesn't absolve them. Of course it was cruel.

But they'd rather not talk about Aegon or how what Alicent had been telling her sons also made her responsible (as I mentioned here), because they always start to talk about this scene to then talk about the scene where Aemond lost an eye. Every.single.time. Don't think you're arguing about the pig prank, it's only to lead to another scene. And in that scene, Aegon isn't present while Jace and Luke are. So they don't care about Aegon's role in bullying his little brother since he wasn't here when Aemond lost an eye.

That's what they really want to talk about. That's where they're going by starting with that pig prank, which is why they talk about Jace and Luke. Now, I've talked about that scene too many times already so I'll just summarize: Aemond became the bully here (including towards the girls who never did anything to him and just lost their mother), he was also stronger than both girls and both boys, he hurt Jace and was threatening him with a rock, Luke tried to protect his big brother and accidentally maimed Aemond (because no, he didn't do it on purpose).

But apparently, we should victimize Aemond forever and go on and on about how bullying made him the way he is (like it's an excuse) and hold Jace and Luke responsible for the rest of their lives because as kids who weren't even 10 years-old, they were once stupid and cruel towards Aemond (and because during the scene where the five kids fought, they're all responsible for that tragic accident except Aemond, of course). Well, in Luke's case I guess they got the "justice" they wanted.

[skarsgard-daydreams]

Seeing Red

Description: On a busy night at Fangtasia, you discover just how dangerous working at a vampire bar can be for a human.

Notes: I wrote this for @grimeundglow’s 100 followers challenge! Congratulations, love. Here’s to many more. The sin I picked is wrath.

Warnings: violence, blood

You enjoyed working at Fangtasia, but on some nights you thought that slinging drinks at a vampire bar should come with hazard pay. Grungy rock music battered your ears as humans dressed in their best interpretation of vampire bait shouted their drink orders and tried to attract the attention of the living dead among them. You poured two fingers of Jim Beam into an old-fashioned glass and felt air whiff past your face—the backdraft of a vampire being thrown across the the bar.

“No sampling the patrons,” Pam hissed in the ear of a young vampire who had been foolish enough to try to bite one of the humans on the dance floor. She flung him onto the floor and chased him out of the crowded bar. You slid the glass toward the stunned human standing in front of you. 

“Just another Friday night,” you said with a wry grin, but you were starting to wonder if $10 an hour was worth the risk to life and limb that came along with it. Your friends kept saying you should ask for a raise, but the way your boss sometimes watched you with that intense blue gaze made you feel like he would love to have that leverage over you.

On this particular night, the boss had been called away on mysterious business for the vampire queen, and Pam was doing her best to keep the unruly crowd under control. You had worked a double the night before, but you had agreed to a few hours of overtime to cover the busiest part of the evening. You swirled the rim of a glass in salt, glancing up as a dark-eyed vampire approached the counter.

“What type do you like?” you asked.

“What type are you?”

Your blood ran as cold as its synthetic twin in the fridge below the counter. A strange current washed over your mind, drowning the part of you that screamed danger.

“AB negative,” you answered automatically.

“What time do you get off work?” he asked. His voice seemed mystical and inviting, and you found yourself leaning in as he spoke.

“In half an hour.”

You blinked, and the vampire was gone. Another patron was asking you a question about well drinks and the human waiting on their margarita seemed to be getting impatient. You pushed the strange encounter out of your mind and threw yourself back into work.

The parking lot was still packed when your shift was over. Your car was parked on the far side of the lot under a flickering street light. You slung your jacket over your shoulder and weaved through the rows of cars in the muggy summer air, fishing in your bag for your keys. You didn’t notice the eyes that followed you or shadow that moved in the corner of your eye when you slid your key into the lock.

A large hand suddenly grabbed you by the throat and spun you around, pinning you to the car. Your cry was strangled by his grasp, but you recognized the dark-eyed man as he loomed over you, his fangs prominently displayed. You thrashed in his grip and remembered the canister of colloidal silver in your purse, but it had fallen off your shoulder in the scuffle and now lay out of reach.

“You’re late,” he said, his voice raspy with desire. You kicked and scratched at your attacker, but he lifted you up high, cutting off your air. Fear streaked through your veins as your lungs began to burn. “I wasn’t going to kill you,” he growled, pulling you close to his face. “But now I’m ravenous.”

You squeezed your eyes shut and felt the sting of tears beginning to form, but you were determined not to cry in front of this monster. A moment later, the pressure on your throat eased and you landed heavily on the pavement. You gasped for breath and opened your eyes, watching two pairs of feet dancing in a scuffle. You heard the distinct crunch of the hood of your car folding as the dark-eyed vampire was thrown over it and the accented voice of your boss hissing through his teeth.

“How dare you put your hands on my waitress," Eric growled. You scrambled away from them both, ducking behind a black SUV parked in the next space. Your heart was beating faster than it ever had before and you couldn’t seem to get enough oxygen no matter how fast you gulped down air. A spray of blood splattered the windshield and you covered your mouth with your hands to stifle a horrified scream.

You heard slow footsteps moving closer to your position and felt hot tears streak down your face. A pair of polished black boots came into view, spattered with blood and god only knows what else. You looked up at the tall figure staring down at your huddled form. Flecks of blood stained Eric’s pale face, through most of the spray had hit his leather jacket. He ignored it and crouched in front of you to meet your eyes.

“He won’t bother you again,” Eric said. His intense blue eyes bore into yours and you wondered if he was about to mesmerize you, but you didn’t feel any foreign influence pushing on your mind. He reached for your trembling hand and held it gently. “I deeply regret that your position here has put you in danger,” he added.

“It’s okay,” you whispered. You fought back the urge to tell him you had felt like you were in constant danger ever since vampires came out of the coffin, especially at night. “It’s not your fault.”

Eric turned your hand over, tracing the lines of your palm as he spoke. “It’s my responsibility to keep the vampires in my area under control,” he said. “Especially at my bar.”

His voice was cool and soothing, draining the panic from your mind. You lifted your face up and looked at him from behind the curtain of your hair, still shaking slightly from the adrenaline coursing through your veins. “Is the other vampire....” you began, but you weren’t sure what to call it when a vampire died.

“Deceased,” Eric said, and he nodded. He pulled you to your feet and placed a firm hand on your back, preventing you from turning to look at the gruesome sight on the hood of your ruined car. “I’m afraid your car is as well.”

“It’s a small price to pay for my life,” you observed, wrapping your arms around yourself as he led you through the parking lot to his Corvette parked at the back of the bar. 

“Indeed,” he agreed. “Your life is far more valuable.”

Eric opened the passenger door and gestured for you to get in. You sank down onto the leather seat and watched him cross to the other side of the car. He folded himself into the seat beside you and turned the key in the ignition, unperturbed by the blood dripping from the sleeve of his jacket.

“I want you to take the rest of the week off,” Eric said as he backed out of the parking space. “I’ll see to it that you’re compensated for the time off and the destruction of your vehicle.”

You imagined Pam’s reaction upon discovering she would be short-staffed for the rest of the weekend. “Pam will have a fit.”

“Pam will fall in line,” Eric said in a firm voice, a hint of wrath breaking through the silky-smooth veneer of calm he had been projecting. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel and you fell silent for the rest of the drive to your small apartment on the far side of town. You could tell he was furious not only with the vampire in the parking lot, but with himself. When he threw the car into park, you reached tentatively for his cold hand, brushing your fingertips over his knuckles.

“Mr. Northman,” you said quietly. “Thank you for saving my life.”

Eric’s jaw tightened for a moment, and then he nodded. His voice was stiff with the effort of keeping himself together, but filled with sincerity.

“You are most welcome.”

@scxrsgxrd @stevesharrlngtons @grandpa-sweaters @grimeundglow​ @hausofobsession​

[kcdiehlartandwriting]

Okay I know it has been absolutely forever and a day since I last posted, almost a year but not quite.  I have been busy with work and life and I lost my muse for a bit but I think its back and hopefully to stay.

NOTE: This chapter gets a little steamy but it also shows some Non-con/rape scene so be warned.  Its not to detailey but its not really subtle either.  I will star * off the section so those who wish to easily skip can.

It had been months since the dealings with Russel Edgington had finished and it had also been months since Sookie disappeared.  No one knew anything; there was no note, no sign of a disappearance other than her front door being left open.  Bill had been brought in for questioning, but nothing came from it.  He explained that even he could not feel the connection they shared with blood the bond, stating simply then later vehemently that she was simply just gone. Everyone had their own theories as to what happened to her most centered around Bill killing her.  Sam had informed Eric and I that he had followed her scent from her house to the cemetery and it just vanished: Saying it was like following a path that abruptly dropped off to a cliff around a blind corner.   I had tried to have a vision of what had happened or where she was but all I got was seeing Sookie crying after kicking Bill out of her house then running out of the house, followed by nothing.  Jason and Tara were distraught as well as Lafayette thinking along with most of the town that Bill had something to do with it, but nothing could be proven.

In the time since Sookie’s disappearance things around town had been quiet.  The only truly exciting thing that had happened was that Eric had moved in with me; after making some minor adjustments to the interior  Light tight blinds, a new security system, a new fridge big enough to hold all of my food along with his blood, a few new fixtures here and there, and my personal favorite a king size bed.

I was in my living room dutifully painting a landscape that had come to me in a dream.  I had a vast array of blues, greens, and golds.  Taking a step back I sat on my couch and took a good look at what I had accomplished.  I had wound up with a forest bathed in gilded light surrounding a waterfall and a snake like river. “Good evening min kårlek.”  My eyes fell from my painting toto the tall blond Viking dwarfing my doorway.  Having emerged from his sleep only wearing a pair of sweat pants low on his hips. Eric had pretty muched lived with me now.  It had been about two months since Eric started renovating my house to be accommodating for his aversion to sunlight.  He had special shutters installed that came down when the sun rose so that we no longer had to sperate at dawn. 

“Shit. Its dark.”  I groaned dropping the brush on to the table by my easel and gave my back a good stretch.

“How long have you been working on this master piece?” He asked coming to looking over my shoulder before giving my neck a feather light kiss.

“Uhh.” I glanced around the room taking in the lack of internal light, I had been using large windows of the room and one clamp lamp on the side table.  Then there was the half-eaten sandwich from lunch.  “Lunch I think.”  Sounding more like a question then an answer.

Eric tsked me before speaking.  “Well then I think it maybe time for dinner then.” He placed a kiss on my cheek.  “Come darling.”

I stretched my arms over my head for a good moment before standing from the couch.  “You don’t have to go to the club?”  I asked.

“No, I am all yours tonight min kårlek.”  He answered with a smirk.  “Now go get cleaned up and I will get dinner started.”  Pointing out that I was now fairly covered in paint.

“You can cook?” I gave him a bemused look.  Eric flashed towards me, looming over me with a smirk.

“I may be a thousand-year-old vampire, who mainly only imbibes in a very delicious morsel, but I do in fact know how to cook.” He spoke with a devilish gleam before nipping at my neck “Now upstairs.”

I promptly found myself in my shower, washing away the remnants of my day. I had come to enjoy the new shower Eric had insisted on updating: mostly since my previous set up had the shower head barely hit his shoulders; which had made me giggle the first few times that resulted in a glare from his end each time.

After finishing my wash, I emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a dark fluffy blue towel.  I dug through my dresser drawers pulling out a pair of cherry red boy shorts and decided on one of Eric’s creamy white long-sleeved Henley.  I loved his shirts they were always soft and warm, and it fell about mid-thigh on me.  Once dressed I ran the towel through my short inky locks until I was satisfied that I would not drip water all over my floors.  When I reentered the kitchen, I was in aw at the sight before me, it was utterly domestic.  My tall blond Viking was standing in front of the stove stirring away with a dish towel strone over his shoulder.  He was so focused that I was sure that if he was human that he wouldn’t have even noticed my presence.

“Are you enjoying the view?” He asked cocking an eyebrow at me before giving me a wink.

“Oh, very much so… I don’t think I have ever seen you so domestic.”  I gave him a teasing smirk as I took a seat at my kitchen table.  The table was one of the few things I was adamant about staying.   It was a gorgeous mahogany clawfoot round table with the ability to add leaves to extend the length.  It had been in my family for a few generations and though it had seen some better days it was still a great work.  I did however concede to let him get it restored.  

“I am only domestic for you, min kårlek.”  Eric spoke as he milled about the kitchen finishing the meal.  I took this opportunity to peak at what he was making. He had two cast irons out; one had what looked like to be potatoes and the other I couldn’t make out before he placed it in the oven.  

“So where does a thousand-year-old vampire learn to cook?”

“Well I have come to quite enjoy watching Gordon Ramsay.”  He answered genuinely.

“Really you like to watch Gordon Ramsay?”  I asked a little perplexed.

“I enjoy his swearing and his ruefulness.” He moved about going from cabinet to cabinet till he found the dinnerware; placing it in front of me. Speedily he took the pan out of the oven and placed its contents on to the plate and just as quickly went and came back with potatoes.  “Stake and potatoes bon apatite.”  He kissed my cheek before going to the fridge to pull out a glass of blood.  While I let him feed from me, he only did it a few times a week, especially after a fainting spell I had a few weeks ago.  He was concerned for my wellbeing and I found that incredibly sweet.

After dinner we retired to our bedroom and though Eric had only been up for a few hours I was starting to get tired.   Often unless we had something specific planned, I woke up before noon so I could paint using the natural light or run around doing some errands, sometimes things for Eric that required the ability to be out in the sun.  Eric would either wake up either at sunset or a little before; he explained that being older the constraints of sleep did not affect him as much as it would someone like Bill he was turned during the Civil War. Eric and I would have dinner together most nights before he had to go to the club or handle some vampire sheriff business.  Nights like this were my favorite when Eric didn’t have to attend to anything, and we could just lay together on the bed watch some stupid show or a scary movie to Eric’s preference; he liked the fact that I would cling closer to him at the jump scares.  Eric would stay with me sometimes he would leave and find some sort of vampire duty to take of but sometimes I would wake up early in the morning just as the sun’s rays would start to filter through the blinds.  It scared me the first time because I was worried for Eric, but he stopped me before I could grab the controller to close the blinds.

It was early in the morning when I woke, and it was one of the first nights Eric didn’t have to leave me to return to his home; he had made my home our home with renovations.  My eyes still closed I just took in my surroundings. I could feel Eric around me our legs intertwined, one arm under my head, and the other tracing little patterns along my side.  My hand rested across his chest and I gave him a gentle squeeze before opening my eyes.  

It took a moment for me to blink away the sleep and when it was gone panic set in.  The blinds had not closed, and I could see Eric’s skin start to turn red. “Why didn’t the blinds shut?” I asked sitting up looking for the controller to close them, but I was stopped by Eric softly grabbing my hands.

“Its fine… I just wanted to see for myself… what the sun looked like in your hair.”  He pulled me till I was straddling his bare chest and tenderly combed his fingers through my hair.  “And I wanted to see the light sparkle in your eyes.” His large hand cupped my cheek running his thumb just below my lashes.  “They are the most exquisite green I have seen in a long time; they remind me of home. I just wish I could see it more often.” I head the whoosh of the blinds closing before we were enveloped in darkness. I laced my fingers with his pulling his hand to my lips.

“I love you.” I whispered before kissing him.

Eric and I were curled up on the bed watching some comedy about a woman trying to get funding for a park in her town full of very inept people. “What are your plans for the week?  Any vamp business to keep you busy?”

“A few things.”  He started “King Bill has been a pain the ass.”  He finished with a growl.  Shortly after Sookie diapered Bill somehow was able to dispatch the vampire Queen, Sophie Anne, that was nearly three times his age.  Eric was clearly not pleased with this often referring to Bill as sanctimonious and the fact that Bill tried and failed to kill him, and Pam did not sit well with him.  A vampire that had held a grudge for the better part of millennia.   “Now what about you?  I know you have been hanging out with our dear La-La and his new friend.”  

“Yes, I’ve been hanging out with Lafayette and his boyfriend Jesús. Lafayette invited me to come with him and Jesús to the shop that this ‘coven’ meets at.”  I air quoted the word coven.  “Lafayette told me, from what he gathered from Jesús, that its mostly apparently hand holding and lighting candles with some chanting and powerful thought.  I’m mainly going to keep La-la company he gets the willies from this stuff and since Tara isn’t in town anymore, I figured I’d tag along; maybe make some daylight friends.  And keep him from wigging out.”  I snickered at my last comment.

“What we creatures of the night not enough for you?”  Eric tutted before moving to straddle me.  

“Oh, your enough,” I smiled “But I need something to occupy my time when you have business to attend to and I don’t always like going to the club.”

“I suppose that’s okay.”  He took my hands in his while giving me a playful smile.  “I don’t want you getting bored.”    He leaned down and kissed my lips softly.  I replied slowly lifting my head to him deepening the kiss; Eric released my hands to grasp my neck and weave his fingers through my hair.  Giving a light squeeze to hair and his thumb stroking over the now rapid pulse along my jugular.  “You know I just love when you wear my shirts.  I’ve been debating about getting rid of all of your clothes, so you only have my shirts to wear.”  Eric whispered into my ear giving a light nibble on my ear.  “And don’t’ think I haven’t noticed those red panties peeking out from underneath.”  His hands ghosted down my body till he found the hem of the shirt; his fingers danced across the flesh of my stomach before he removed his shirt.  His hands quickly returned to my body after the shirt was no longer in the way, mouth on mine, my fingers drawing lines along his back.  I heard the click of his fangs as he pulled away from my mouth before he nipped at my neck, grazing his sharp canines against my skin but not drawing blood.  He was waiting for my permission; I gave a nod exposing my neck more.  “You know rules now min kårlek, you have to say it.”

“Yes.”  I whispered. “Please you make it go away.”  It had been months since the incident at just outside of Fangtasia when I was attacked by vamp no to Eric’s territory.

I was at Fangtasia sitting at the bar with Jessica, me enjoying a vodka coke and Jessica an AB+ Tru Blood.  “So how are you and Hoyte?”

She smiled.  “Things are good.  We’re getting a place together in a few weeks.  We just have to work around Bill.  I don’t think he really likes Hoyte, like he is nice to him, but I don’t know…”  Jessica trailed off fiddling with the lid of her drink.

“Hey, think of it like this he is your Maker, sooo he is kind of like your father in away and what father approves of his daughters first real boyfriend especially one she wants to live with.”

She mulled the thought over a little. “I guess I can see that”

“See and do you think my folks would approve of Eric, forget that he is a thousand-year-old Viking vampire, they would freak over the fact that he owns what I’m sure they call ‘a den of ill repute and deplorable atrocities.’” I fringed a snobbish accent.   My folks weren’t necessarily snobs, but Eric’s club is on the seedier side of things even for Shreveport.  Jessica responded with belt of laughter clearly the mood had been lightened.

“God, I needed that.  Things have been super quite and tense since Sookie…” She trailed off.  Things had been hard for Jessica; Bill’s mourning was a little overwhelming and his need to protect his new found kingdom was unsettling. It was driving Jessica to wits end.

“Yeah I know.”  I reached out to grab her hand.  “If you need a friend, I’m only a few seconds away by vamp speed.”  I smiled at her.  “Eric won’t really mind. I have a guest room and it can be light tight too.  Eric finished the renovations to the house about a month ago.”

“Thanks, Em.”  

We continued talking though the night; my eyes occasionally glancing to the stage to see Eric watching me from his throne.  A smirk gracing his lips, a quick wink of his eye before turning his eyes to watch the crowd of people and vamps.  Until Pam came up to him and whispered something in his ear giving him pause before his eyes landed on me once more.  He said something back to her before standing and making his way to me.

“I have to take care of some business; Pam will see you home.” His hand finding my back as he pressed a kiss to my hair.

“The club doesn’t close for another six hours; Jess and I were thinking of heading out when we’re done with our drinks. I don’t want to have Pam to leave the club, especially since you haven’t found a replacement for Chow yet.”  

Eric thought for a moment before letting out a sigh.  “Fine. Text me when your home. I shouldn’t be too long.  Enjoy your drink and Jessica…” He left an unspoken threat in the air.

“I’ll make sure she gets home alright.” Jessica swallowed at the respected fear that just drenched her.

This earned Eric a sharp whack to the stomach from me.  “Be nice! Jessica is my friend, our friend Eric, we do not threaten our friends Eric.”  I glared at him.  I loved him I really did but sometimes his social skills were lacking, greatly.

“I’m sorry.  Jessica I would appreciate it if you made sure that Emilia go home alright.”  He tried again.

“Of course, Eric.”  She gave a small smile.

“Thank you.” He leaned down in kissed behind my ear, “I only do this for you.” I barely heard over the pounding music.  

I turned to face him and gave him a soft kiss “I appreciate you.”  He gave a low growl before walking off.  Eric wasn’t big about public displays of affection, at least to little intimate things, but I took them when I could.  Eric was gone as quickly as he came.

“Eric is positively a different person around you.” Jessica stated.

“I know, you should see him in private.” I winked.

It was about an hour later when we decided it was time to head out; the club was starting to get crowded and was become much less our scene when the patrons start to become livelier.  “Ok let’s head out, let me just let Pam know we’re leaving.”  I turned to go find her only to almost bump into her.  “Oh, Pam I was just looking”

“I know, have a good night with the baby vamp.  And we’re going shopping this weekend… One of the good things about you dating Eric is he pays for my shit too, plus I occasionally enjoy a little girl bonding.” Pam drawled. “I’ll see you later.”  

“Let’s go Jess.” I said linking arms with her as I swayed a little.  “I think you should drive.” I giggled lightly the drinks I had earlier starting to take their toll.

“I think that’s best.  Bet you’re enjoying the fact that being friends with a vampire means you always have a DD.”

“That is a perk.” Walking to the car I began to dig in my purse for the keys.  “Ah here they are.”  I handed Jessica the keys and made my way to the passenger side of the car.  

“Excuse me ladies?”  Jess and I turned to see two men approach us.  “Ah sorry to bother you but we’re a little a lost and we were wondering if you could point us in the direction Route 49 north?” We took in their appearance they seemed normal, kind of like the boy next door.

“Uh yeah it’s just…”  Jessica started.

My vision began to blacken, and I was looking at Jessica’s body on the ground writhing in pain; one the man standing over her with can of silver spray in his hand.  “Shut her up.” The other man yelled before I could move, I was grabbed from behind and slammed into the passenger door.  I was back to the present as Jessica was explaining directions.  I went to warn her, but I was to late the first man had already sprayed the silver spray in Jessica’s face.  “Shut her up.”  Fingers ripped through my hair before my face connected with the door and all went black.

When I came too my hands were tied above my hands sharp metal biting into my wrists.  My feet barely touched the ground, but I was able to spin my body look around the room.  I found Jessica quickly she was chained up like me except she had silver chains draped about her.  She had a bag of blood hooked up to her, they were draining her.  I was about to call her name when one of the men from earlier walked in.  “She’s right here.  I haven’t had a chance to find out her blood type, but she is pretty.”  A vamp entered after him.

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“Interesting operation you have here, both human and vamp client tell.  Though I’d keep your product separate you don’t want anyone pro authority finding out about the vamps and humans tend to frown at kidnapping.”  The vamp spoke with raspy drawl.  He was physically older tan with salt and pepper hair.  “But I don’t mind.”  The vampire walked over to me and reached a hand out to my cheek; I tried to bite his fingers.  “Oh, you got a temper.  I like that.” He responded with a swift lurch of my hair exposing my neck to him.

“Get away from her.” I heard Jess’ broken voice from across the room.  That’s when I noticed the silver bit shoved in her mouth.

‘God who were these guys’ I thought, realizing who much of a shit show we were in.  “You don’t want to do this.  He’s going to kill you if you hurt me.” I gritted out.

“And who would that be?”

“Eric Northman, Sheriff of Area 5. I’m sure you’ve heard of him… you are in his area.”

“Oh, I’ve heard of him all right, but I just don’t care.  I’m gonna take your blood while I take you.”  The vamp whispered in my ear.  I knew he could smell the fear dripping off me, I just told myself to hold on until Eric found me.

“No! Get of me! I said get off.” I started to kick my legs out, but he was strong he had them pinned down.   He jerked my head to the side and began to feed from me while at the same time he was ripping my clothes off.  “Stop!”

“I know you want it like this all vamp whores do…” I could feel my blood on his mouth when he spoke in my ear. “I’m sure your master is rough with you.” At this point I had tears pouring down my face.  

“I don’t want this! Get off, of me.” The hand that was holding my hair moved to my mouth stopping me from talking and restricted my breathing.

“You humans are so loud.”  He growled out.  That’s when I heard the zipper of his pants and I froze.  “Trust me,” He looked into my eyes; I knew he was trying to glamour me.  “You want this.”  His head went back to my neck and his free hand went to stroke himself.  I began to scream through his hand.  “What the?”  He realized something was wrong with the glamour: Releasing my mouth he grasped my chin in a vice grip he stared into my eyes.  “You Will BE QUITE! And YOU WILL ENJOY THIS!” He growled.  

I spat in his face.  “No, I will NOT!”

There was a loud crash outside of the room followed by sounds of screams that quickly died.  The door to the room that held Jess and I along with the rapist vamp flung off the hinges.

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“I believe the lady said no.” Tears of relief washed over me, my eyes darting to Jessica I could see streaks of fresh blood running down her face.  I also noticed all the cuts and welts from the silver, she had tried so hard to get out the chains to get to me.  “I don’t know you who you are.”  Eric began stepping into the room.  “You know by rule of the Authority that when a new vampire moves into a new area they are supposed to either report to the Sheriff or the King or Queen of said area… which you have not.”  The fury was just dripping off Eric.

The vamp stepped away from me.  “I have talked with the Queen she knows.”

“Queen you say.”  Eric raised a brow.  “You must be fucking new cause you see Queen Sophie Anne was killed a few months ago, it’s King Bill now.  And King Bill just so happens to be a neighbor of mine and a friend of that human there… oh and the little red head that is his progeny.”  I could see the vampire was taken back and was trying to find an exit in the room, but there was only one, behind Eric.  “Emilia,” Eric caught my “Close your eyes.”  

I did just that.  It all happened so fast the clicking of Eric’s fangs, the whooshing of their bodies across the room, the more than animalistic growls. Then the ripping of flesh followed by a heavy thud.  I knew Eric had to have won but I was afraid to open my eyes.  

“Min kårlek,” I felt Eric’s icy hand touch my cheek.  “I got you.”  He quickly freed my hands, my arms falling around him heavy from lack of blood flow. “It’s okay I got you.”

“Help Jess… Please.”  Eric paused I knew he didn’t want to put me down.  He had trusted her to keep me safe and we ended up here.   “She worse then I am… It’s not her fault.  They surprised us… I had a vison of it only seconds before it happened… I couldn’t stop it. They, they were…” I was in hysterics by the end.  “I’m sorry Jessica.  I didn’t see it soo.”  

Eric shushed me.  “It’s alright I know; I got her too.  Let me just sit you down okay.” He placed me softly on the ground. Moving to Jessica he mad quick work of freeing her.

“I’m sorry Eric.”  She started; Eric held up a hand silencing her

“I know.” He didn’t say anything else but you could tell that he was wrestling with something “I’ll take you home to Bill. Can you walk?”  She gave a small nod.  Eric was back to me in a flash wrapping his jacket around me before lifting me from the ground; I tried not flinch at his touch, but the memories of that vampire were seared into me.

“I-i-i-I”

“It’s alright, it will be all right.  I am not going to let anything else hurt you… I promise.”

 When we arrived at Bill’s we were greeted by his security and quickly Bill himself demanding what happened.  Eric took Bill to the side as a female security member helped Jess in.  I could tell they were both seething by the end.

“They’re dead?”

“Yes… It hurt.”

“Good…”

 Back home Eric was gentle with me, slow. He placed me on the bed. “How about a bath min kårlek?”  He asked, I nodded.  “Emilia, I want to hear you say it… I won’t do anything without a yes.”  He was kneeling in front of me staring up at me with soft eyes. “Would you like a bath?”

“Yes.”

It took weeks for me to get to the point I’m at now.  I was never uncomfortable with Eric touching me or biting me, but sometimes the memories flashed, and it wasn’t Eric touching me anymore. And he was so caring during my healing. To a point now, that I’m fine with a just a nod though Eric likes to still ask and wait for a yes for certain things.  He wants to make sure that I know I still have control.  I love him all the more for it.

“I want you.”  I whispered. My hands roamed his body, smooth and icy to the touch.  Eric’s pants long forgotten along with my clothes.  Our bodies moved in perfect harmony.  His teeth sank into my neck as he filled me till his hilt.  Pants and growls filled the room.  Eric pulled away from me, looking me in the eye before bringing his hand to his mouth to bite it, then presenting it to me.

“We will be one…  always.” He spoke softly.  I accepted letting the coppery warmth run down my throat.  Our rhythm increased until we finished in sync.  Eric pulled his hand away and rested his forehead on mine, still inside of me.  “I love you Emilia.”  

I lifted my head placing a chaste kiss on his lips.  “I love you.”  Eric rolled off me pulling me to be little spoon to his big spoon.  Nuzzling my neck, arms encircling me I let sleep take me.  

It was hours later when I was jolted awake by loud banging coming from downstairs, someone was at the front door.  It was pitch black in the room meaning the blinds were closed and Eric was still around me.  The banging continued and I moved to get up; glancing at the clock it was well past noon almost one, Eric would not be waking up for some banging.  I detangled my self from his grasp, quickly finding a pair of shorts and Eric’s shirt I had on earlier.  I made my way downstairs, making sure our bedroom door was closed. The banging continued “Alright I’m coming, I’m coming.”  I opened the front door and could not believe what I was seeing.  “Sookie?!?”

min kårlek = my love

[blackleatherjacketz]

Whatever Happens First

Eric Northman x Female Reader

Summary: Capitalism is a prison, and you enter into a contract with Eric to repay your student loans, not expecting to catch feelings.

Warnings: 18+ Only!, Explicit Sexual Content, Vampires, Blood Sucking, Prostitution, Kissing, Biting, Vaginal Sex, Cock Warming

Word Count: 500+

Read more Eric!

You hadn’t expected to fall this hard for Eric when you entered into this contract, figuring you could spread your legs for him until your student loans were officially paid off. But the way he looked at you when he pushed inside, the way he moaned your name like it was something sacred really dragged you in deeper than you had ever planned to go. In the beginning he was so quick to pull out, leaving you to the bitter cold solitude of your satin sheets, but each session you had together seemed to extend a little bit longer than the last. His bites had turned into kisses, his grasps into caresses as he purposefully took more time focusing on your guaranteed pleasure before finally letting his fangs emerge.

The look in his eye tonight is absolutely devious, as if he hadn’t just spent the past three hours taking you in every position possible, his body entwining with yours until you started to ache from how many times he’s stretched you from the inside out. Your inner muscles still flutter at the tantalizing thought of him driving that blissful feeling up into your flesh, how insatiable he looked as he generously fed your body’s most carnal cravings. You can’t get over how quickly his eyes rolled back into his head as he continually got lost in your viscera, sweat dripping down his face and neck from the insurmountable deluge of pleasure he poured into you.

But suddenly the pain in your thigh grows sharp, cramping into your muscle in a jarring, burning twinge up through you and into your hip as he continues to hold himself inside you. You shift your weight in order to hop off in hopes to ease the pain, but his strong hands pull you back down on top of him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He looks up at you through heavily hooded lids.

“Eric,” you whine, giving him an annoyed look as you press down on his chest to get some leverage.

He only smirks as you exert yourself trying to get off of him again, chuckling as you hopelessly try to overpower him and break the connection between you.

“You wanna be a good little whore for me, don’t you?” Eric’s words shock you to your core as he sits up to kiss your chest, his hands still firm on your hips.

“Eric, please,” you whisper as he kisses his way up your neck, licking the remnants of blood off your skin and into his mouth.

“Don’t you?” He repeats breathily, gently thrusting his hips up into you despite still being flaccid, knowing full well what it will do to you.

“Uh-huh,” you nod, nearly jumping out of your skin as another wave of ecstasy works its way up through your sensitive, overstimulated tissue.

“I thought so.” He kisses your mouth sloppily, lazily licking your teeth and tongue before sucking your bottom lip into his mouth with a mischievous grin. He then spins you around and turns you on your side, wrapping his thigh around your knee to keep you in place in one fluid motion. He presses himself even deeper inside, his relaxed member still bigger than those of your past lovers at full attention as he kisses the back of your neck.

“Then you can keep me inside you like this until I fall asleep.” He playfully bites your earlobe, sucking on it as he tugs it away from your face before letting it bounce back into place. “Or until I get hard again. Whatever happens first.”

[alexskarsgardnet]

New Alex Interview with Esquire from his Q&A at their London Townhouse event (October 19, 2019)!

Alexander Skarsgård Isn’t Afraid Of The Dark

The Swedish actor won an Emmy and Golden Globe for his work on ‘Big Little Lies’, next up he takes on Stephen King’s infamous villain Randall Flagg, and tries to get Meryl Streep on board for 'Mamma Mia 3’

BY OLIVIA OVENDEN 23/10/2019

When Alexander Skarsgård was 20-years-old, he left his native Sweden and moved to Leeds, in the north of England. “It was important to avoid London because I was travelling with a friend and we wanted to get the quintessential English experience,” he revealed, during his on-stage talk last weekend,at the Esquire Townhouse in St James’, London.

If there was any doubt in the room as to how suited the Swedish heartthrob was to living in the student area of the city, it evaporated when they heard the joy with which he talked about Leeds’ most notorious pub crawl. “There’s this famous thing called the Otley Run,” he said, his voice warm with nostalgia. “I loved it.”

Alexander Johan Hjalmar Skarsgård grew up in Vällingby, Stockholm, the eldest son of actor Stellan Skarsgård, and spent his early years fantasising that his bohemian father was a regular dad who drove a Saab and worked a desk job.

At 13, his father’s friend cast him in the TV series Hunden som log (The Dog That Smiled), a fairly small Swedish production, but one that everyone he knew watched because of the few TV channels available. Skarsgård became uncomfortable with the level of fame it afforded him and decided to quit acting.

His father never pushed him to keep going or to capitalise on being recognised, something he is still grateful for. “He just said it was up to me, and that if I wasn’t loving it to do something else,” he says. “I would have listened if he’d said to stay in it, but that could have turned me off acting.”

Earlier that day, we meet at a private member’s club in London, where he arrives dressed in a cosy, walnut-coloured roll-neck, selvedge jeans and Clarks desert boots. The 43-year-old now lives in the East Village, New York, but flew here from Vancouver where he is currently filming The Stand, a TV adaptation of Stephen King’s novel.

It took seven years, a stint in the Swedish military and another stint mastering the aforementioned Otley run before Skarsgård returned to acting. His first big break came in 2008 when he played a 1000-year-old vampire in HBO’s True Blood, a show adapted from The Southern Vampire Mysteries novel series by Charlaine Harris. It was the height of vampire fever – the same year the film adaptation of Twilight was released – and Skarsgård’s portrayal of pallid, aquamarine-eyed Eric Northman spurned him legions of fans. Searching 'Eric Northman fan-fiction’ on Google brings up 81,500 results.

It was also the start of a fruitful partnership with between Skarsgård and HBO, a collaboration which hit a home-run when he was cast in Big Little Lies in 2017. The series, based on Liane Moriarty’s novel of the same name and starring Reese Witherspoon, Nicole Kidman, Shailene Woodley, Laura Dern, and Zoë Kravitz as three women living in Monterey, California.

Skarsgård plays Perry, the emotionally and physically abusive husband of Kidman’s character Celeste. To the outside world a handsome, sharply-dressed, romantic husband, but behind doors a monster who skulks around their house after her.

The show was widely praised for its nuanced and compassionate portrayal of domestic abuse, with Skarsgård’s performance going on to win an Emmy and Golden Globe amongst other plaudits for the series.

“The character had so much depth and inner turmoil that I never hesitated because it was dark,” he says. “I find it less interesting when an abusive husband is turned into a caricature: someone in a wife-beater with a beer on the couch screaming at his wife. It makes for more interesting story-telling if there are moments where you can see the person she fell in love with.”

He stayed with friends in Los Angeles while filming Big Little Lies, grateful to come back to a family’s home for dinner after shooting something so dark instead of returning to a lonely hotel room. After a run of Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? at a theatre in Sweden early on in his career, he learned how to leave dark characters behind at the end of the day or else it “would just suffocate you”, saying that as a result he finds playing dark characters “quite cathartic”.

There is a kind of Nordic gloom to some of his characters, something that might be responsible for his being cast as Stephen King’s demonic villain Randall Flagg in The Stand, due to be released next year. Skarsgård says he grew up afraid of St. Bernard dogs after reading Cujo and still remembers going to see The Shining.

King’s writing is enjoying a rich second life in film and television at the moment, with books such as The Dark Tower and Pet Sematary released recently, and Doctor Sleep soon to follow. There’s also It, the Warner Brother’s reboot which features Skarsgård’s younger brother, Bill, as Pennywise the clown. Are they competing for who can terrify children more? “Randall Flagg is a very different character,” he says diplomatically. “He’s such a delicious villain [and] it’s fun to play someone who has that exuberance.”

He is strongly rumoured to be appearing in The Northman, teaming up again with co-star Nicole Kidman. He’s coy about the project when I ask, though says of Kidman that he, “can’t think of another actress I’d rather work with”, and later on stage speaks highly of Northman director Robert Eggers most recent film, the trippy The Lighthouse,

Whether or not it will return for a third season, Big Little Lies seems to have drawn a line under Skarsgård’s character, though the actor does have an idea for getting more time on set with Meryl Streep, who played Perry’s mother Mary-Louise in season two.“I think they should do season three and it’s all about Perry and his mother. Dad worked with Meryl on Mamma Mia 1 and 2 and had an amazing time,” he says, adding that he would ,“one hundred per cent” do Mamma Mia 3 for some more time on-set with Meryl.

Which leaves one more important matter to discuss: whether he’s familiar with the 'skarksbrow’, the internet’s fixation with him raising his eyebrow into a perfect arch. “No, no. This?” he says, before cocking it and smiling. “I’ve never heard of that.”

Alexander Skarsgård is an ambassador for Clarks

Sources:  Article:  Esquire.com (x), Photos:  Esquire.com (x),  jessejimzbrand instagram (x) and elisehamer instagram (x).

[lovemesomesurveys]

do you have a lot of barbecues during the summer? Not anymore, but growing up we did quite often.

do you plan on going to the movies soon? to see what? I’d like to, but probably not anytime soon.

do you tie your shoes or just tuck in the laces? I tie them.

What is one present you got for your last birthday? A new pair of Adidas.

What is one thing that you took to show and tell as a kid? Hmm. Probably a Barbie or something.

Do you remember losing your first tooth? Not the very first, but I remember eating an apple and loosing a tooth.

In the summer would u rather have the windows down or the AC on in the car? I’d definitely turn the AC on. Rolling the windows down just blows hot air.

are you itchy anywhere right now? Not at the moment, but I probably will now.

Have you ever thrown anything at a moving car? Uh, no. 

Have you ever been addicted to a game? What game? I get really into Mario games. And The Sims.

What song makes you laugh when you hear it? Hmm.

do you believe in "the one"? I don’t know.

Do you like maple cookies? I don’t think I’ve ever had a maple cookie before. <<< Me either, but that does sound good. I love maple.

Have you ever volunteered anywhere? where? Tons of places.

are you afraid to pop a balloon? Yes, haha. I’m such a jumpy person. Even if I’m expecting something I’d still get scared.

Name one person you'd like to see this month. I don’t want to see anyone outside of my parents and brother right now.

How high do you put the volume while using headphones? When listening to ASMR I put the volume all the way up. If I’m watching a regular video or listening to music then maybe like half way, it depends.

When was the last time you laughed when you shouldn't have? I don’t recall. What would be the worst possible way to be woken up? I hate when I wake up from a horrible dream that feels so real that I wake up literally sobbing and shaking.

which was better: lion king 1 or lion king 2? Oh, the first hands down.

Do any of your grandparents have a tattoo? No.

When was the last time you had a bubble bath? When I was a kid.

have you ever had a pet rock? No, but I did collect rocks as a kid.

Do you believe in marriage? Sure, I just don’t see myself getting married.

What word do you say way too much? “Nice.”

What do you usually buy when you go to the corner store? I haven’t gone to like a 7/11 or anything in quite awhile, but I used to all the time cause I live close to one and I’d go and get all kinds of snacks and a drink, like a soda or Slurpee.

are you currently cold? No.

do you believe that your pets feel love towards you? Yes.

what is a creative way to paint your nails? I wouldn’t know.

does your computer have built in speakers or do you have some plugged in? They’re built into the laptop.

bubbles or sidewalk chalk? I liked drawing with chalk as a kid.

What do you use to tell time when your gone out somewhere? My phone.

what color is your alarm clock? I use my phone, which is gold.

what brand is your TV? Philips. 

are you proud of your body? Nooo. I’m extremely self-conscious.

Watermelon or Cherries? Watermelon.

What is your all time favorite song? I couldn’t choose just one.

Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character? On TV shows and movies, yeah. Eric Northman on True Blood started my love for Alexander Skarsgard.

What is the band you've listened to most lately? I haven’t been listening to music lately.

how much effort do you put into how you look? Not at all anymore. :/ I’m a mess.

Favorite brand of cookies? Not really a favorite brand, just favorite types like sugar and shortbread.

what would you do if you found out your mother had killed someone? Uh, wow. I don’t know...

If you could meet anyone who lived before your time, who would it be? Lucille Ball.

Do you pay for your own things? Some things.

Have you ever been rushed to the hospital in an ambulance? Yes.

Do you think the world is getting worse every year? Kinda feels that way.

Have you ever had a reoccurring dream? Yeah, a few.

Have you ever gone a day without eating? Yeah. 

How do YOU believe the world & universe started? I believe God created the world and everything in it.

What was the topic of the last essay you wrote? I don’t remember.

how old were you when you discovered what sex was? Uhhh. Elementary school sometime.

Do you wish you had smaller feet? My feet are small.

Have you ever stuck gum under a desk/chair? EW, no. That is so incredibly disgusting like why do people do that?? *barf*

When shopping at a grocery store, do you return your cart or just leave it? We return it.

What is one thing you'd never want your parents to find out? Hmm.

Who is the best cook in your house? My parents and brother are all great cooks and have their own specialties.

When you were little, did you like Dr. Suess books? Yeah.

Have you ever felt trapped in a relationship? In a way I did.

How many dryer sheets do you put in a load of laundry? I’m not the one who does the laundry, my mom helps me with that.

Recommend a good book to me. Check out the many different series from Willow Rose and Mary Stone, as well as the Emma Griffin series by AJ Rivers if you’re into murder mysteries and psychological thrillers.

What would you consider unforgivable? If someone murdered one of my family members? <<< Most definitely.

When you hear someone talking about lice, does your head start itching? Ugh, yes. 

What would be a clever name for a giraffe? Haha, I named one of my giraffe stuffed animals Gigi, as in GG, meant to stand for Giant Giraffe because it stands 4ft tall.

Are there any items of jewelry you never/rarely take off? No, not anymore. I haven’t worn any jewelry in a long time.

What's something you like to do while you're drunk? I haven’t been drunk or drank alcohol at all in almost 10 years.

Do you think you deserve more than what you have? I don’t think I deserve anything.

Would you rather give your food to a homeless shelter or money to charity? Give food to a homeless shelter. And other items.

Kiss on the neck or kiss on the cheek? Depends.

True or False: you this read wrong True. 

Don't you hate when you hit your tooth on your cup trying to get a drink? Yeah. Or with a fork is even worse.

Which store would you choose to max out a credit card? I wouldn’t ever want to max out my credit card. <<<

Who has the loudest mouth in your house? My dad talks loud.

Can you understand Shakespeare English? No, but that’s why there’s SparkNotes or modernized versions. <<< Ha, yep. Quite helpful.

Do you usually buy or make your Halloween costumes? I just put simple stuff together.

Do you like eating out at restaurants? I used to. These past few years I’ve become a major homebody and just prefer takeout. With the pandemic I’ve had a ton of takeout.

What was your least favorite year of your life so far? These past few.

What is the most ridiculous law you ever heard about? There’s a lot of really random, ridiculous ones.

Is your name common? Very.

If you could have any pet in the world, illegal or not, what would you get? I just want doggos.

Do you like fried bologna? I’ve never had it, but I do love regular bologna sandwiches.

How do you act around people you dislike? Probably the same, just slightly more disinterested in what they have to say. <<< Yeah. I’m also more short and don’t engage much in the conversation. 

Do you like decorating rooms or would you rather have someone else do it ? I don’t have the creativity or knack for that, it would just stress me out. I’d much rather hire someone. 

Have you ever been to Canada? No.

have you spent money on a game online? I have on apps on my phone.

Are you good at making small talk? Noo, I’m the worst.

Has someone ever taken something from you that you could never replace? Yes.

Are you a fan of tattoos? Eh, I kinda want a little one but it’s not a big deal if I don’t. 

Are you bikini ready? I don’t wear bikinis or any kind of bathing suit.

What do you dislike the most about being the gender that you are ? Menstrual cycles sucked.

[gardenofedenuniverse]

Alexander Skarsgård Isn't Afraid Of The Dark

The Swedish actor won an Emmy and Golden Globe for his work on 'Big Little Lies', next up he takes on Stephen King's infamous villain Randall Flagg, and tries to get Meryl Streep on board for 'Mamma Mia 3'

When Alexander Skarsgård was 20-years-old, he left his native Sweden and moved to Leeds, in the north of England. "It was important to avoid London because I was travelling with a friend and we wanted to get the quintessential English experience," he revealed, during his on-stage talk last weekend at the Esquire Townhouse in St James', London.

If there was any doubt in the room as to how suited the Swedish heartthrob was to living in the student area of the city, it evaporated when they heard the joy with which he talked about Leeds' most notorious pub crawl. "There's this famous thing called the Otley Run," he said, his voice warm with nostalgia. "I loved it."

Alexander Johan Hjalmar Skarsgård grew up in Vällingby, Stockholm, the eldest son of actor Stellan Skarsgård, and spent his early years fantasising that his bohemian father was a regular dad who drove a Saab and worked a desk job.

At 13, his father's friend cast him in the TV series Hunden som log (The Dog That Smiled), a fairly small Swedish production, but one that everyone he knew watched because of the few TV channels available. Skarsgård became uncomfortable with the level of fame it afforded him and decided to quit acting.

His father never pushed him to keep going or to capitalise on being recognised, something he is still grateful for. "He just said it was up to me, and that if I wasn't loving it to do something else," he says. "I would have listened if he'd said to stay in it, but that could have turned me off acting."

Earlier that day, we meet at a private member's club in London, where he arrives dressed in a cosy, walnut-coloured roll-neck, selvedge jeans and Clarks desert boots. The 43-year-old now lives in the East Village, New York, but flew here from Vancouver where he is currently filming The Stand, a TV adaptation of Stephen King's novel.

It took seven years, a stint in the Swedish military and another stint mastering the aforementioned Otley Run before Skarsgård returned to acting. His first big break came in 2008 when he played a 1000-year-old vampire in HBO's True Blood, a show adapted from The Southern Vampire Mysteries novel series by Charlaine Harris. It was the height of vampire fever – the same year the film adaptation of Twilight was released – and Skarsgård's portrayal of pallid, aquamarine-eyed Eric Northman spurned him legions of fans. Searching 'Eric Northman fan-fiction' on Google brings up 81,500 results.

It was also the start of a fruitful partnership with between Skarsgård and HBO, a collaboration which hit a home-run when he was cast in Big Little Lies in 2017. The series is based on Liane Moriarty's novel of the same name and stars Reese Witherspoon, Nicole Kidman, Shailene Woodley, Laura Dern, and Zoë Kravitz as three women living in Monterey, California.

Skarsgård plays Perry, the emotionally and physically abusive husband of Kidman's character Celeste. To the outside world a handsome, sharply-dressed, romantic husband, but behind doors a monster who skulks around their house after her.

Playing Perry alongside Nicole Kidman in ’Big Little Lies’, a role which won him an Emmy and a Golden Globe

HBO

The show was widely praised for its nuanced and compassionate portrayal of domestic abuse, with Skarsgård's performance going on to win an Emmy and Golden Globe amongst other plaudits for the series.

"The character had so much depth and inner turmoil that I never hesitated because it was dark," he says. "I find it less interesting when an abusive husband is turned into a caricature: someone in a wife-beater with a beer on the couch screaming at his wife. It makes for more interesting story-telling if there are moments where you can see the person she fell in love with."L

He stayed with friends in Los Angeles while filming Big Little Lies, grateful to come back to a family's home for dinner after shooting something so dark instead of returning to a lonely hotel room. After a run of Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? at a theatre in Sweden early on in his career, he learned how to leave dark characters behind at the end of the day or else it "would just suffocate you", saying that as a result he finds playing dark characters "quite cathartic".

There is a kind of Nordic gloom to some of his characters, something that might be responsible for his being cast as Stephen King's demonic villain Randall Flagg in The Stand, due to be released next year. Skarsgård says he grew up afraid of St. Bernard dogs after reading Cujo and still remembers going to see The Shining.

King's writing is enjoying a rich second life in film and television at the moment, with books such as The Dark Tower and Pet Sematary released recently, and The Shining sequel Doctor Sleep soon to follow. There's also It, the Warner Brother's reboot which features Skarsgård's younger brother, Bill, as Pennywise the clown. Are they competing for who can terrify children more? "Randall Flagg is a very different character," he says diplomatically. "He's such a delicious villain [and] it’s fun to play someone who has that exuberance."

He is also strongly rumoured to be appearing in The Northman, teaming up again with Big Little Lies co-star Nicole Kidman. He's coy about the project when I ask, though says of Kidman that he, "can’t think of another actress I’d rather work with", and later on stage speaks highly of The Northman director Robert Eggers' most recent film, the trippy The Lighthouse.

Whether or not it will return for a third season, Big Little Lies seems to have drawn a line under Skarsgård's character, though the actor does have an idea for getting more time on set with Meryl Streep, who played Perry's mother Mary Louise in season two."I think they should do season three and it’s all about Perry and his mother. Dad worked with Meryl on Mamma Mia 1 and 2 and had an amazing time," he says, adding that he would ,"one hundred per cent" do Mamma Mia 3 for some more time on-set with Meryl.

Which leaves one more important matter to discuss: whether he's familiar with the 'skarsbrow', the internet's fixation with him raising his eyebrow into a perfect arch. "No, no. This?" he says, before cocking it and smiling. "I've never heard of that."

https://www.esquire.com/uk

[saltand-burn]

Its 1:30 in the morning and i am laying in bed reading smutty sookie and Eric fan fiction. I am a grown 21 year old women what am I doing with my life?

[skarsgard-daydreams]

La Scapigliata

Part XIV

{ one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen }

Description: Deep in the heart of Tuscany, Eric met a lady with disheveled hair.

Note: I’m not feeling so hot today, but the slow burn is heating up.

Warnings: 18+ in other chapters, religious themes, dubious historical accuracy

During the long summer days, the artist hunched over a small poplar wood panel and captured Magdalena’s likeness in oil and umber. Sometimes she sat for him, though often she spent the day tucked against Eric's side, sleeping deeper than she ever had before. He would sling his arm over her hips and draw her toward him in a drowsy stupor when she came to bed. Only the thin fabric of her chemise separated his hand from her flesh when they were together, and the sinful part of her longed to strip herself bare before she lay down. In her dreams, she imagined what Eric would do if she gave in to temptation, but in her waking hours, she resisted it.

Götaland, Magdalena learned, was farther away than she had imagined. It would take months of travel to reach Eric’s homeland. She watched the two men chart the journey on a hand-drawn map, tracing her fingers across the expanse of sea that separated the European mainland from the small island called Öland. It was less than half the size of Sicily and surrounded by kingdoms with names that twisted her tongue when she tried to pronounce them. The candlesticks on the table burned down to pools of melted wax as the men argued about the rulers of the kingdoms they would pass through and whether or not they could reach the Baltic sea before the weather grew bitter with cold.

“She is not made like you,” Leonardo reminded the much taller man with the authority that comes with age. “You must be cautious.”

Eric pressed his palms against the edge of the table and stared down at the map with frustration, as though he had been outmaneuvered on the battle field.

“I know.”

By the time they were ready to depart, the painting was still unfinished. Eric studied the portrait by the light of the fire while Leonardo presented Magdalena with a blue cloak lined in silver fox fur on their last night in Florence. The old man had captured the wild abandon in her disheveled hair, the gentle mystery in her demure countenance. But what caught Eric’s attention was the way the daylight fell upon her face. Her radiance scorched him with its fire, and it pained him that he would never witness her beauty in the light.

Magdalena kissed both of Leonardo’s cheeks and gave him her thanks as he slipped out of the house to stow the cloak with the rest of their belongings. She came alongside Eric and followed his gaze to the easel by the window.

“Do you like it?” she asked uncertainly, mistaking his furrowed brow for an expression of disapproval.

“It’s beautiful,” Eric murmured. He drew her in close, framing her face with his large hands. The rings on his fingers were cool against her cheek as he kissed her forehead. “I was wrong about you,” he added quietly.

Magdalena stepped a little closer, trailing her hands over Eric’s chest. “What do you mean?” she whispered.

“You bloom in the day as well.”

She lifted her chin up and looked into his blue eyes, which shined with a passion she had never seen before. His low voice made her shiver even as her face grew hot. Eric lowered his head and kissed her suddenly, pressing his lips to hers with a tenderness that stunned her. Magdalena hummed softly and curled her fingers around the fabric of his doublet. All thoughts of sin and temptation fled her mind. She felt alive and whole in his embrace, as though he had reached into her life and revived her when she was almost lost. A love like that, she reasoned, could not be wrong. She swayed on her feet as Eric deepened the kiss, burying his fingers in her dusky hair and holding her so she would not fall.

Footsteps echoed in the corridor and Leonardo appeared in the doorway, his eyes lighting up with confirmation of his suspicions. He cleared his throat.

“Your horse is ready, Signore.”

Eric broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Magdalena’s as she stood there, breathless and weak in the knees. “Thank you, Leo,” he said in a tone that implied he was resisting the urge to murder his friend. “You are, as always, a man of impeccable courtesy.”

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I feel like Lilith’s sirens are really under rated . They have soooo much potential for different fanfics .