#Sam Merlotte x Male Reader

[malethirsty]

Shifting Relationships: Sam Merlotte

Summary: It’s a rough love story, man meets boss, man falls into seemingly one sided relationship with boss, but what if all it took to bring out another side was a simple day like National Horny Day.

Warnings: M/M smut (21+), Bareback (Wrap Before You Tap!)

Inspired by: https://twitter.com/malethirst/status/1205305932273446913?s=21 & The concept of National Horny Day

This service day would be chaotic to say the least, to say it would be naturally busy is a gross understatement. At Merlotte’s Bar and Grill in Bon Temps, Louisiana, when prompted for marketing ideas you had suggested the idea of capitalising on major days in pop culture & society in order to net more customers, and your boss Sam Merlotte had been rather impressed by this. It worked positively as more people did come in, willing to part with their cash for some good old Southern hospitality and cooking, unfortunately it meant you had to cover those pop culture days that seemed utterly ridiculous, so when something like National Horny Day popped up, you wanted the floor to swallow you whole. The people of Bon Temps were normal sorts of folk, but any chance anyone got drunk or rowdy, then the entire mood changed & you were worried a spill out onto the streets would result in bad press and you waiter position being taken away, and Hell Hath No Fury Like You if someone in Bon Temps took away your position in the bar.

“Can we get an area of the premises where people can fuck?” You asked Sam, a few weeks out from the day in question. As you predicted, Sam spluttered at your suggestion “W-What? No Y/N, we are running a restaurant, not a brothel!” He responded with a shocked tone, and you quickly doubled back to explain yourself “I mean people here in Bon Temps can get overly passionate once drunk and filled with enough horniness, I thought it would be better to contain it, rather than let our town be a national circus act.” You were blushing, it was quite awkward to tell all of this to your boss. Sam turned to you, a grin starting to form “You know what Y/N, that actually sounds like a good idea, the area can be free so we don't profit off it, and people can maintain whatever composure they have without creating a mass blow out.” “Really?” You wondered and Sam nodded his head “How are we going to work it then, cause buildings take a long time to put up, and it would have to be big so that it isn't one coupling per sesh, cause that would cause more harm than good and-” you hadn’t realised you’d been blabbering without breath before Sam took ahold of your hands and looked into your eyes, a reassuring shade of blue gazing into your frantic soul “Calm down Y/N, you get so worried about things sometimes, take a breath.” He breathed in slowly through his nose and out of his mouth, you repeated his action till you calmed down “Y/N, I will handle it, you don't have to worry your pretty head about any of it”

You blushed subtly, at least what you hoped was subtle. You had a crush on your boss for quite a long time, in fact it had happened once you caught sight of him when you went to drop your resume off at Merlotte’s, when you first glanced at him, you thought as if a denim wrapped angel had fallen from the sky and into your life, he wasn’t built like society’s muscular gruff man, but you didn’t care, you’d gladly take this denim wrapped stud over anyone else. You had a big smile on your face when Sam called you back for an interview, and kept up a positive attitude in his office, so much so it led to your position. You always had a spring in your step to do whatever he asked, your heart fluttering when he turned the corner and observed the bars goings on (You made extra sure that service was top tier when you were the one out on the floor). It had been that way for a long time, but you’d kept it all to yourself due to your nerves. Thankfully Sam did not pick up on it, and smiled at you "Now, you get the outside cinema ready for the adults, and I'll take care of matters inside", and with orders now given, you sprang into action before anything else could occur.

Sam was right, people had kept themselves composed at Breakfast where the bar was only open to those experiencing the morning after, you had served Jason Stackhouse and a number of women at one booth with a smile. Lunchtime was when adults gathered in the Outdoor Cinema you set up, where a mattinee of Last Tango In Paris was being shown. The intigue the audience had toward the movie was prominent, as you bustled around waiting the customers on the side tables nexts to their seats. With a massive lot of plates covering your arms, making you look like you were attempting a balancing act rather than waiting a table, Sam stepped up to help “Looks like you might need a hand.” He grinned at you “Yeah I do Mr. Merlotte, thanks!” Sam’s hand brushed against yours as he took a plate and you drew a sudden deep breath, Sam stopped for a moment, looking at you, obviously hearing the deep breath, but seemed to decide nothing of it as he collected and escorted the plates out to the team that had also moved outside to cook. You rushed into the restaurant, blissfully empty and made your way to the bathroom where you rested against the door, taking in the moment, almost like how Marilyn Monroe would marvel at a diamond ring.

Eventually you pulled yourself from your thoughts of Sam and noticed you were hard in your work pants "Oh damn it!" You groaned. It was hard enough to work alongside Sam, but even worse when you were hard. Knowing this wouldn't go away, you moved towards the toilet, and pulled down your pants. Gripping ahold of your cock, you began to stroke it to thoughts of Sam finally combatting the sexual tension between you at closing and fucking you on the Pool Table, focusing on his beautiful body, how soft his lips were, how hard his nipples could get, how big his cock was, how it would stretch out your walls, how rough his pace was, the delicious Southern voice whispering a manner of dirty things into your ear. You had gotten closer and closer to the edge as time passed, moans and cries of Sam's name from your mouth growing louder and louder until you finally cried out as you shot your load into the toilet. You gathered paper up and tossed it down, and full flushed, determined to get rid of your moment of pleasure, not that others would mind someone walking in the bathroom on National Horny Day, but it was your boss you'd pleasured yourself over and you weren't in the mood for being sentimental. Your process was interrupted by a knock at the door, shit. Not noticing you must have spent a long time to the point you had accidentally caused a cue, you rushed washing your hands "I'll be out in a moment" you shouted back as you rushed the drying of your hands and opened the door. However no one stood in the doorframe, “Hello?” you questioned, a woof breaking the silence. You looked down to see a dog sitting on the floor, you breathed a sigh of relief, maybe the person at the door gave up and walked away, and besides, the dog couldn't have knocked, they don't have hands. “Hey! How did you get inside?” you asked stooping down, the dog turned it’s head towards the back door, as if that somehow explained it, so you crossed over to see if a door had been left open, however no doors were unlocked, and you needed a key to get back inside, you & the other Merlotte's staff had been briefed on National Horny Day protocol by Sam to not let patrons inside the restaurant for Lunch. “Well no one’s outside, let me see where my boss is, maybe you have a tag or something and I can work out where you belong.” The dog shook it’s head as if it understood you but that seemed ridiculous, animals couldn’t understand big complex sentences like that. You were about to turn to Sam’s office when the dog gave a wail “Oh, you don’t like being alone" You stretched out your hands "Come on, let me take you to Mr. Merlotte’s office, I think you’ll like him.” You made to pick up the dog, when something happened, the dog somehow morphed into none other than the naked form of your Boss! You froze in place, literally stunned.

“Y/N, don't freak out alright, let me explain.” you heard Sam say, shock overtaking you “What? How? What?” You went on, however Sam crossed to you & placed his index finger on your lips, you immediately fell silent “I'm a shifter, I have the ability to turn into any living animal on Earth as long as I’ve imprinted on it first, which I do by locking sight with it, I keep a picture of the dog you saw up in my office for easy access.” You had seen the picture before but thought it was a dog that had no value or had passed, so you never bothered him about it. Sam drew a long breath, you could see that this had been a massive weight to come off his shoulders “Y/N, please say something.” “You turned into a dog while I was working, and then shifted back in front of me, naked I might add, I need a moment.” You held onto the wall to steady yourself “Do you want water or?” Sam asked “No I need to control my breathing like earlier.” You responded back, slowly but surely steadying yourself, stopping a massive outburst of anger or confusion, you didn’t know what. After a while, you had gathered yourself, looking up you saw Sam looking both worried and sad all at once “I’m alright Sam” you said, which seemed to relax him “So you’re a shapeshifter, like a vampire but also not at the same time.” “Supes are what people like us are, short for supernaturals.” He explained “So who else knows about this?” “Very few people, please keep it that way.” You nodded, you’d worked out his motivation becoming clear for keeping you back, but you still had questions “How come I’m only finding out about this now?” "I guess I needed to get the right amount of courage to say what I needed to say, kind of like how were keeping in your desire for me." Sam responded. How could he have known that? He wasn't there! All you had heard was a knock at the door and shifted Sam outside of it and dogs didn't have hands, 'But Sam as a human before he turned does' you realised in the back of your head, your mouth going dry.

You stood frozen in place, actually stuck, not knowing what to do, what to say, or how to respond to knowing that Sam had heard you pleasuring yourself to thoughts of him. Sam made his way over to you “‘I know you want me Y/N, so let’s see what else that talkative mouth is good for.” And Sam shoved you against the wall and kissed you, deeply. It was as if a dream had suddenly burst into life right in front of you, like fairy dust had rained down, like the sun shined bright and the stars came out to shine for this alone, you closed your eyes taking in the moment, Sam’s lips against yours, tongue slipping between your lips and teeth and into your mouth, tangling with yours. Sam soon pulled away, leaving you flushed “I've known since the first day, I could smell your lust on you. I was flattered, but once that faded, I knew I loved you as well, and now we're gonna make up for lost time. On your knees” You barely recognised the rough impact your knees had with the wooden floor as you took Sam’s cock into your mouth, sucking deep. “Oh yeah, I’ve been dreaming bout this, how good your mouth would be round my cock, keep going Y/N, fuck!” You ran your tongue over the head of Sam’s cock, tasting the precum building up there, making Sam’s legs begin to buckle “Fuck get up Y/N, pool table now.” He grabbed your hand and rushed over to the other side of the bar, ridding you of your garments along the way, you noticing the beds structured around the bar "Sam, did you set up the horny den here, in the middle of the bar?" You questioned and he shrugged "You were right, it takes long to build outhouses, and we can regulate this evening's speed dating sessions to outside, but fuck all that Y/N, I’m so horny, I need you, your mouth your ass, all of you, Fuck!” Now finally both naked, you got up onto the pool table, Sam moving on top of you. “I want you Y/N. I want to be deep inside you.” "Then take me Mr. Merlotte" you breathed out "Call me Sam baby" he smirked down at you before pushing his cock forwards, burying it in your ass. You cried out, the sting apparent, Sam detecting it, soothed you with wet kisses to your face, and down your neck “Relax Y/N.” Sam said soothingly, and you listened and tried to get used to the sensation of Sam thrusting forwards, as he found a rhythm to fuck you to. “So hot” he groaned as your walls clamped down around his dick “God you're fucking tight Y/N, Goddamn!” He praised. "Fuck Sam, keep going! Fuck me with all you got Shifter" you grinned at him, and smirking back Sam fucked harder, causing you to arch into him "That's right, back your ass onto my cock & arch your back for me. Fuck yes!" You wrapped your legs around his waist, locking you in place as your boss continued to fuck you with everything he had, balls slapping against your ass. "Fuck, this is so damn hot Y/N, don't you love this? Your boss, filling you up with his cock while everyone's outside, you finally getting the man you deserve, I'm gonna have to watch myself round you now, I'll get a glimpse of your ass, mine now, and I'll think back to tonight, and then I'll be in the bathroom stroking myself to you, may even let you get me off. "Suddenly he flipped you over and began to trail his head over your chest, smelling you and rolling around “I’ve got to give you my scent, you already smell great, best scent I’ve ever smelt, but I need to get mine in there.” He explained, worried you would be freaked, he was surprised when completely unpeterbed you leant up to his face and licked the sweat off, trailing down to his chest to do the same, taking time to get a grip on his chest hair. “You don’t need to worry about me not getting you Sam, I’ve already gotten you, consider that me returning the favour.” With a softly growled “Fuck!” Sam kissed you, whilst resuming his new rough pace, the air filling with growls and grunts from the shifter, and pretty moans and groans from your mouth “Fuck I love you Y/N, I fucking love this.” You were a horny mess before your boss, needing, craving more of him, so you begged “Fuck Sam, more!” Sam obliged you, as he began to grunt louder, the sound sounding so amazing to you, he was committing these pleasurable noises because of you “Fucking insatiable, I fucking love it! By the end of this week, our scent will be filling my trailer, my office, hell even the woods where I run.” You threw your head back, letting any single lustful sound fall from you as Sam continued. The end was approaching for you, much to your displeasure which Sam was able to read from your scent “Don’t worry bout it, after service is done for tonight, I’ll take you to my trailer, gonna shower you up so you're all pretty for me, then get you in my bed and we’ll fuck the rest of the night away, alright?” Sam looked down at you, panting heavily, glistening with sweat. You couldn’t find words, so you nodded instead. Sam continued to fuck into you now stroking your cock on top of everything else and within moments you cried out a string of lustful praises to Sam as you shot your load all over the both of you. “Fuck, that’s real nice Y/N. You’re gonna make me cum. You gonna take all of my load?” he asked you breathlessly, needing your approval. Getting enough breath into your lungs you simply got out “Yes!” Sam fucked rougher, with your walls clenching down, milking him of everything he had “I’m going to give you a raise Y/N, you’re gonna make me cum, FUCK!” Sam exploded out in a moan as he shot his load deep, his arms that had been holding him up gave way, causing him to collapse onto you. Panting he gave you a string of kisses, some hickeys down your neck “Mmm. Y/N, was it worth the wait.” “Fuck yes.” You moaned causing him to laugh “Yeah it fucking was, for me as well. God I’m gonna fucking love the time we’re gonna have, gonna get you all showered, fuck a few more times, maybe I’ll cancel tomorrow, so no one can disturb us, make your ride me naked in my office, while I moan out all kinds of dirty things while you take my cock like a slut.” “Yeah, I’d like that.” “Then you got it cheré.” He picked you up off the pool table and tossed you your clothes, placing his Merlotte's shirt back on “Happy Horny Day Y/N.” He said happily sated, looking over at you with a grin “Happy Horny Day Sam.” You returned with equal charm.

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Impossible - 16

Pairing: Eric Northman x Reader

Warnings and stuff: nope

***

Sookie got off the plane in Dallas with you and Sam trailing behind. You smiled at her chipper attitude as she greeted the limo driver. Sam leaned toward you. “How many of those did she have exactly?” he asked referring to the little bottle of vodka she held in her hand.

You shrugged. “I have no idea. Probably a lot. She drinks when she’s nervous.”

Sam huffed in annoyance and picked up his speed. He was by her side by the time the driver spoke up.

“You’re late. You were supposed to be here two hours ago.”

“We have no control over the airline,” you responded with an arched brow. Your eyes ran over the man in front of you. His gaze kept darting around the hanger and sweat beaded on his brow. Dallas had a leak. “Sookie, Sam, you should get in the car.”

“That’s okay, Y/N. I’ll wait out here with you,” Sookie said.

“Sam, car,” you repeated and the shifter steered his girlfriend in that direction.

The man attempted to move toward the car and you shot your hand out to grab him by the neck. “You and I, however, are going to wait for my mate. I believe he would like a word with you.”

“M-mate?” the man stammered as his face paled.

A smirk twisted your lips. “Failed to mention that, did they?”

They would. An angry vampire was one thing. A furious mate was quite another.

“What is the meaning of this, alskling?” The smooth voice came from behind you, only a hint of annoyance in his tone. Well, speak of the devil.

“Our driver seems rather nervous, baby. Thought you might want to have a talk with him.”

“Indeed.” His grip replaces yours on the man’s neck. You climbed into the limo and moved all the way to the front seat so Eric would have plenty of room. He steered the driver to the back, pushing him inside and onto a seat.

“What the hell?” Sam asks as Sookie just smiles as she observes what’s going on. She had way too many of those little bottles of vodka. But as long as she was happy you were happy.

You motioned for Sam to stay quiet and pay attention.

Eric glamoured the asshole and started his interrogation. “What is your name?”

“Leon.”

“Well, Leon, you’re going to answer all of our questions, aren’t you?” Eric’s voice carried that same smooth tenor it always did when he was telling people what to do.

“Yes, sir.” Leon had that vacant note in his voice that all glamoured had when speaking. You’d always hated it, even when it was necessary.

“Good. Who sent you?”

“The Fellowship of the Sun.”

All of you exchanged a look. Well, it had been too sloppy for vampires so you shouldn’t have been surprised.

“But they’re a church,” Sookie protested.

Sam rolled his eyes while you huffed a laugh. “Churches have done a lot worse over the centuries, Sookie. Always proclaiming it was for the greater good. After all, humans that willingly consort with vampires are just as bad as the vamps in their opinion.” You shrugged. There wasn’t really a lot else to say on the subject.

“A name. Who specifically hired you?” Eric snapped.

“I don’t know. It was all by phone. I picked up money at a bus station locker.”

“And what exactly were you hired to do, Leon?” you asked.

“I was supposed to abduct the humans with the Northman party and bring them to the church,” he answered, glancing at you.

Irritation spiked through you. “Did they tell you anything about us?”  

“No. There was only supposed to be two of you. They didn’t give me names or even if you were male or female. You were supposed to land well before he woke for the day. Easy, they said.”

So the church only had part of the info. That narrowed down the leak, though hardly anyone was supposed to know you were coming in the first place. The irony wasn’t lost on you that there were exactly zero normal humans in the car apart from the man hired to abduct you. That church was certainly in for a surprise.

“Well, here’s what’s going to happen, Leon,” you said. Eric glanced at you with an arched brow. He was probably annoyed that you’d taken over his interrogation. “You are going to drive us to our hotel. When you report back to the people that hired you, you will tell them the flight was delayed, that there were more humans than you’d expected and that the vampire woke immediately upon arrival. It was clear that we all answered to the vampire and did whatever he instructed us to do.”

Eric smirked. “Yes, the women had visible bite marks. And the male acted as a servant for the three of us. Do you understand all of that, Leon?”

“What—” Sam started and Eric held up a finger to tell him to wait.

“Yes, sir.”

Eric smiled then. “Fantastic. Well, it was lovely getting to know you but we really should be on the way to the hotel now.”

Leon shook his head and blinked rapidly. “Of course. I’ll take you there immediately.”

“Thank you, Leon,” you said. As the driver climbed out of the limo to take his seat behind the steering wheel, Eric moved to sit beside you. Once he assured that the partition was firmly in place, he pulled you tightly against his side. You slid one arm behind him and rested your other hand on his stomach.

“What was that about?” Sam all but snarled as the car began to move.

“I thought it might be a good idea to find out who sent him and why. If that’s okay with you, human.” Eric sounded so incredibly bored.

You hummed, catching your mate’s attention. “Not human.”

Eric looked down at you with a lifted brow. “Interesting.”

“I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about instructing him to say that Sookie was a walking blood bag.”

“To be fair, he’s supposed to say the same thing about me,” you interjected.

Sam looked you over from top to bottom and opened his mouth before snapping it shut as his gaze shifted back to Eric. Eric’s gaze immediately tightened on you, undoubtedly being fully aware of your desire to give Sam a piece of your mind.

“Actually, I told him to imply that I’m fucking her and drinking from her while I do so,” Eric corrected, his voice taking on an edge of displeasure. You turned your face into his chest to hide your smirk. “Your girlfriend’s safety rests in the fact that no one knows who she is or why she is really here. I intend to keep as few people as possible from finding out the true reason.”

With that, silence filled the limo. Sookie was being surprisingly quiet. Maybe you should give her large amounts of alcohol more often. A beat later, Eric spoke again. “And, Merlotte, should you even think of insulting my mate again, you won’t like the consequences. Understood?”

“Understood,” Sam’s voice was tight. You were sure he was already regretting coming with Sookie and the trip was just getting started.    

#eric northman x reader #eric northman x you #eric northman fanfiction #true blood fanfiction #series #impossible

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Impossible - Chapter 12

Pairing: Eric Northman x Reader

Warnings: canon typical

***

By the time you joined Sookie in the lobby, you were more convinced than ever that her brother hadn’t killed anyone. You just didn’t buy for a moment that he wouldn’t remember any of it.

“You’re a horrible person, Andy Bellefluer and it won’t be long until everyone knows it.” Sookie was giving the detective another piece of her mind and you almost felt bad for him.

Jason’s friend Rene was leaning on against a nearby wall, his eyes darting between Sookie and Andy as he they fought. His gaze shifted to you as you stepped forward and he gave you a small smile. You nodded in acknowledgement as you stepped forward and placed your hand on Sookie’s shoulder.

She jumped at the contact and spun to face you, her eyes wide. “This isn’t doing any good, Sook. Let’s give Detective Bellefluer a break.”

Her mouth opened to respond and you squeezed her shoulder as you gave a little shake of your head. She frowned but nodded and headed to the door. You remained right behind her, nudging her forward when she would have resumed yelling at the detective.

As soon as the two of you were out the door she turned to face you. “Jason didn’t do this. He wouldn’t.”

“I know, Sook. Get in the truck.”

“But, Y/N—”

You’d already made it to your truck and glanced back at her. “Truck, Sookie.”

She was in her seat chattering away by the time you got yourself settled behind the wheel.

“Sookie,” you said firmly but not unkindly. You needed her to pay attention.

She shut up and stared at you with wide eyes.

“You don’t have to convince me of anything. There’s no love lost between me and your brother, but I don’t think he did this. But you have to quit running around declaring you know who did to anyone that will listen. You’re going to get yourself killed.”

She grinned. “That’s what I’ve got you for, isn’t it?”

***

Even though you tried to talk her out of it, Sookie insisted on going into work. You backed off when she agreed to only investigate telepathically. No questions. No discussing the case with anyone. No public accusations. And no yelling at the deputy.

You sat at a table in the corner of Merlotte’s that gave you a view of most of the room. Your gaze trailed Sookie as she worked. As much as you tried, you found it impossible to ignore Andy and his groupies any longer. When Sookie stopped to stare, you knew she couldn’t either. Bud dismissed himself from the table obviously unwilling to listen to Andy’s bullshit any longer. You slid into his spot.

“Hey, Andy.”

He grunted and looked you over. “Hey.” He opened his mouth to say something else and you cut him off.

“How about using a little tact?”

He frowned in confusion.

“No? Too much for you to understand? How about compassion? You know that one?” You gestured toward Sookie with your thumb. His gaze darted over and he at least had the heart to look a little guilty.

Nothing but disdain remained by the time he shifted his attention back to you.

“You don’t think that about her, Andy Bellefleur,” Sookie demanded appearing next to the table. “She’s good people. Better than you, that’s for sure.”

Your lips twitched. She was breaking her promise to refrain from yelling at Andy but you reckoned he deserved it. Before he could respond, she turned to you. “I need to go. You were right. I shouldn’t have come in.”

You were up in an instant. “Yeah. Let’s go. Tell Sam you’re leaving while I grab my book.”

By the time you snatched your book off the table she was already heading down the back hallway. You hurried to catch up with her. As the two of you stepped outside you draped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into your side. “It’ll be okay, Sook. We’ll find out who really did this and Andy will look like a bigger ass than he already does.”

Both of you got into the truck and you turned the key. Nothing. Odd. You never had issues with this truck.

“What’s wrong?” Sookie asked.

You shook your head. “Don’t worry about it. Just give me a moment.” You popped the hood and opened the door to hop out.

“Everything all right?” Rene called out, making you jump.  

You turned to him as your feet hit the gravel. “Just a little car trouble. Nothing to worry about.”

“Want me to take a look?”

“No.” You supposed you could have been politer but you didn’t care. “I got it.”

Sookie got out on the other side. “Hey Rene.”

“Hey Sookie. You want me to take you home? I can get my buddy to tow it to the shop for you.”

His attention was on Sookie so you took the moment to study him. This was all too convenient, too helpful.

“That sounds great. Doesn’t it, Y/N?” Sookie says, happy to have a solution in sight.

“Not really, no.”

She huffed. “Can I talk to you a minute?”

You moved around the truck and arched a brow as you stared down at her.

“Rene is one of Jason’s best friends. He’s not gonna hurt us and frankly I don’t want to stay here a moment longer than I have to. Are you sure you can fix the truck?”

You shrugged. You were good at seeing what was wrong with a vehicle. Less skilled at fixing it once you’d found the problem.

“Then lets just take Rene up on his offer and get home.”

You sighed. “Yeah, all right, Sookie.”

You lifted the hood and let it slam shut as you walked past. After making sure there was nothing in the vehicle anyone was likely to steal you locked up. “Thanks for the ride,” you said as you followed Rene to his truck.

He grinned. “It’s no problem a’tall.”

***

When you arrived at the house, Sookie ignored the look you gave her and invited Rene in for a glass of tea. “Excuse me a moment,” you said before following her into the kitchen. Sookie was busy getting glasses out of the cupboard. “I get this is your Southern hospitality kicking in but one glass and then he goes.”

“Y/N—”

You held up a hand to cut her off. “It’s not up for debate. One glass.”

She bit her lip as she nodded. “Okay.”

You headed toward the living room not wanting to leave Rene alone any longer. You pulled out your phone to send Eric a quick text so he’d know the plan for the evening. “Sorry about that…” you trailed off as the empty room came into view. What the hell?

A sound from your left drew your attention but before you could turn toward it, pain exploded from your temple and the world went black.

***

Sookie screaming your name is what brought you around. You pushed yourself up, shaking your head in an attempt to clear it. What the fuck?

A male voice yelled calling Sookie a fucking bitch. Getting your feet under you, you ran out the open front door. After pausing on the front porch for a moment to get your bearings, you hauled ass toward the shouting.

Your long strides ate up the ground as you neared the cemetery. You reached behind to draw the gun you’d put on before taking Sookie to work only to find the holster empty. Son of a bitch. You didn’t have time to worry about where you’d lost it now. You had to get to Sookie.

When you rounded the bend in the road, there was no sign of Sookie but Rene stood in the middle of the stones obviously searching for her. Forcing yourself to speed up, you launched yourself at him once you were close enough. You took him down but your momentum had you tumbling past him.

You were on your feet in a flash only to find Rene getting up as well. He narrowed his gaze. “You’re a tough bitch, ain’t ya?” There was no trace of his cajun accent.

You stepped forward, only stopping when he pointed a gun at you. Your gun to be precise. Fuck. A sound on the other side of the cemetery drew his attention and you took the opportunity to dive at him once more. Unfortunately, he was faster than you anticipated. The white-hot pain of a bullet punching through your upper chest pierced through you. You bit back a scream. You hated getting shot.

Before you could begin to recover, a solid kick impacted your ribs. You grunted in pain. Definitely steel tipped boots. The blows continued to come to your ribs and back as you covered your head and curled forward to protect your stomach. He lifted you by your hair and slammed your head into the tombstone behind you. Pain once again flooded through you. Your vision went fuzzy at the edges as you swallowed the bile that rose in your throat.

Suddenly, something latched onto Rene’s throat with a growl. They rolled off and you used the opportunity to look around desperately for a weapon. A shovel laid in the dirt a short distance away and you scrambled toward it, getting a hand around it just as Rene hit the dog in the head with a small statue. You gave no warning before swinging the tool at his head. The blow knocked him sideways but your injuries kept you from putting the full force of your strength behind it.

You swung again, not about to give him the chance to recover. He yelled and reached for you. You responded by driving the point of the shovel into his throat. A couple of jumps onto the step separated his head from his body. “Asshole,” you growled as you kicked him. You stumbled sideways with the motion and let yourself fall to the ground. You supposed you could take a break now.

You leaned your back on a headstone. Sookie’s face soon filled your vision. “Check on Sam,” you said with a lift of your chin.

“But you’re bleeding.”

“I’m also awake. Check on Sam, Sookie.”

You squinted up at the sky trying to guess how far you were from sundown.

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Impossible - Chapter 7

Pairing: Eric Northman x reader

Warnings: canon typical

A/N: Why yes, all the things do happen in this chapter. It’s a long one. Enjoy. 

***

Your phone ringing around noon a couple of days later was not how you wanted to wake up. Especially after staying up until sunrise talking to Eric. You sat on the edge of the bed and ran a hand down your face as you answered. “Yeah?”

“Hey, Y/N. It’s Sam.”

You grunted in acknowledgement. “What can I do for you?”

“Actually, we’re a little short handed around here. I was sort of hoping you could help us out tonight.”

You glanced at Eric sleeping behind you. He would be annoyed, but he could just deal with it. You needed to check in with Sookie anyway.  “Yeah, sure, Sam. No problem.”

He huffed out a breath. “Thank you. You’re a real lifesaver.”

“So, I’ve been told.” You hung up and shifted so your back was leaning against Eric’s headboard. He’d brought you to his house to stay due to your lack of furniture. And while you’d fallen asleep in his arms every night, that and a few kisses were the extent of your intimacy. Well, that and the blood exchange. On some levels that was more intimate than intercourse. You brushed Eric’s hair back and ran your gaze over his face.

A week ago, you would have thought waking up beside him ever again an impossibility. You weren’t about to take the time with him for granted. Never again. You leaned your head back and closed your eyes as you ran through the list of things you needed to do. Your father had finally arranged for someone to deliver your furniture and Eric was having someone meet them so you didn’t need to be there. There were some things left in your apartment you wanted. A couple of hours and you could probably have it all packed up. You might as well get it over with.

You got dressed, opting for wearing the dress shirt Eric had worn the night before and your jeans. Sam could just deal with you not wearing the Merlotte’s uniform. You’d probably be behind the bar anyway. You jotted off a quick note to Eric and headed out the door.

***

As you’d predicted it didn’t take long for you to pack the rest of your things. The furniture and things you didn’t care for, you left for Sam. He could get more renting out a furnished apartment anyway. You’d loaded everything in the cab of your truck and grabbed a couple of more hours of sleep before heading into the bar.

Sam frowned at your clothes but didn’t say a word. Smart man. You were filling in where needed for the night, switching roles if necessary.

Sookie greeted you with a grin and a hug. “Y/N, it is so good to see you. It’s a great day. Isn’t it a great day?”

You lifted a brow and your lips twitched. Your gaze landed on the scarf at her neck. Bill. As much as you disliked the man, as long as he was making Sookie happy, you’d cut him some slack. “I missed you. How have you been?”

“Just fabulous.”

“Well, aren’t you in a good mood,” Arlene said as she joined the conversation.

“Yes, I am.” Sookie grabbed her tray and spun away, her hips swinging as she went. Sam and Arlene both looked from her to you.

You shrugged. “What? I just got here. I know nothing.”

The door opened to the bar opened and three of the biggest jackoffs in Bon Temps walked through the door. Sam must have noticed the look on your face because he turned to see them as well.

“Shit. Cover the bar, would you?” He hurried off to intercept Lafayette without waiting for your response.

You glanced beneath the bar to make sure the baseball bat was still where you’d last seen it and pulled a beer for the customer at the end of the bar. At least you wouldn’t be bored.

***

“Sookie has been with that vampire,” Arlene told her boyfriend instead of delivering the two beers you’d pulled for her.

“Ah, that’s just bar talk.”

“She told me so herself.”

Well, that certainly got Sam’s attention. Your jaw tightened but you stayed quiet. For the moment. You had to resist the urge to roll your eyes when Arlene mentioned Sookie getting pregnant and babies with fangs. Seriously?

Sam ripping the scarf from Sookie’s neck was your cue to get involved. You grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him away from her even as she shoved him. You watched silently as she said her piece. She was right it wasn’t anyone’s business what she got up to with Bill. And as much as you liked Sam, he hadn’t bothered to make a move until someone else was interested so he could go to hell too.

When she stormed off, Sam turned to you. “You can’t honestly tell me you’re okay with this?”

You smirked and flipped the collar of Eric’s shirt to the side so the bite on your neck was visible. “Course, I haven’t fucked mine. Not lately anyway. But she’s right. It’s none of your business. She was in a good mood. Why’d you have to bring her down? You really suck sometimes, Sam.”

You went back to your spot behind the bar, ignoring the eyes now fixated on you. If it took some of the attention off Sookie, so much the better.

***

Eric tapped his fingers against his thigh. He wanted to call you. Or at least send a text just to make certain you were all right. Which was stupid. He could feel you. He knew you were fine if slightly irritated. He also knew you were in Bon Temps right where you’d told him you’d be. No, the truth was, he missed you. Now that you were back in his life, he wanted you by his side where you belonged.

Pam appeared beside him and leaned one arm on the back of his chair. “Having fun yet?”

The corner of his mouth kicked up. “Always.”

“I may be able to brighten your evening. See the blonde male by the bar? The sweaty, nervous one?”

Eric ran his gaze over the crowd. “The one that is obviously detoxing?”

She made a sound of agreement. “Name’s Jason Stackhouse. He’s Sookie’s brother.”

“And why do I care?” Pam wasn’t one for idle conversation so there was obviously a point to this.

“Because, if I recall correctly Y/N said she was hit because emotions were running high. And as he’s here looking for V, he would have been strong enough to leave that bruise.”

Eric leaned forward in his seat, all of his focus now on his target. “I’ll be in my office. Bring him to me.”

***

You handed Sookie a pitcher of beer for the three assholes and watched her as she went to deliver it. As you predicted, they immediately started to give her shit about Bill. Before you could intervene, the front door slammed open and the three figures that entered drew everyone’s attention.

These three were trouble. You’d looked into them after Sookie had an encounter with them at Bill’s house. Malcolm, Liam and Diane. Their only purpose here would be to cause trouble. You undid a button on your shirt and pulled the collar wide so Eric’s bite was on display. If they knew what was good for them, they wouldn’t fuck with you. Somehow you doubted things would go that smoothly.

The three of them slunk around the bar like the slime they were. Diane got in one of the customers faces and Sam stepped out to confront them.

“Get us three True Blood’s,” Malcom ordered no one in particular.

The only person that moved was Sam who took a step forward. “You need to leave. This is a family establishment. Locals only.”

While Malcom explained that they’d just bought a house in the area, you grasped the handle of the bat beneath the bar and pulled it out. Resting it on your shoulder, you stepped around the end of the bar and onto the floor. Liam’s gaze followed you the entire time.

You merely lifted a brow and gave him a nod. He didn’t scare you.

“Discrimination against vampires is punishable by the law in the great state of Louisiana,” Malcom said in response to Sam telling him to leave a second time. “Not that I give a fuck, but I am thirsty.”

“He’s telling you to leave because you’re an asshole. Not because you’re a vampire,” you piped up to draw his attention to you. “Discriminating against assholes isn’t against the law. Though, I wish he’d do it more often.”

All three vampires put their full attention on you. Malcom opened his mouth to respond but Sookie caught his attention first. He gasped. “How nice to see you again, Sookie. You are looking delectable as always.” He sauntered toward her, ignoring you completely. Obviously, he didn’t consider you much of a threat.

Idiot.

You allowed his moment of…whatever the fuck he was doing with Sookie. She’d only get pissed if you intervened before she needed it.

“I am his,” she declared and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. She had no idea what that meant. Not really.

“Well, he’s not here, is he?” Malcom said with a tilt of his head. “And when Bill is away, Malcom will play.” He extended his fangs and you moved forward. You placed the end of the bat on his chest and pushed him away from her.

“That’s not how that works and you know it. Behave.”

He snarled. “And just who are you?” He glanced at his companions and huffed a laugh. “And just what do you think you’ll be able to do with that?” His hand grabbed the end of the bat and shoved it aside.

You allowed him to do so. “My name’s Y/N and you’d be surprised.”

“Well, Y/N, I’m going to drain you so slowly, you’ll be begging me to kill you.” You weren’t impressed.

Suddenly, Terry Bellefleur charged forward and was tossed through the air for his efforts. He slammed into the ground. Sam grabbed a pool cue and broke it over his knee.

Malcom pointed at him. “You are a dead man.”

“Sam.”

His gaze shifted to you. Apparently, he understood what you were trying to tell him because he smirked. “Maybe so, but you’ll have to go through her first.” He tossed you the cue and you dropped the bat to snatch it from the air.

***

Eric leaned against the front of his desk with his arms crossed over his chest. It didn’t take long for Pam to appear with the human. He stank of desperation and Eric’s lip curled in response.

“You, uh, wanted to talk to me?” His gaze darted around the room, never settling anywhere for long.

Eric dismissed Pam with a lift of his chin. When she’d left the room, he gestured to one of the chairs in front of him. “Sit.”

“I’m good.”

Was this human always this oblivious or was it worse because he was in need of a hit? Eric sincerely hoped it was the latter. “I wasn’t asking.”

“Oh.”

The other man sat and Eric moved around his desk to take his own seat. He folded his hands together and leaned forward. “I understand you know Y/N Y/L/N.”

Stackhouse licked his lips. “Yeah. Kind of, I guess. She’s friends with my sister.”

“Well, I have a problem with Ms. Y/L/N that I’m hoping you can help me with. Maybe then we can help you with your little problem.” Eric maintained the neutral expression he’d spent centuries perfecting.

The man in front of him leaned forward eagerly. “Sure. Anything.”

“She has a bit of a reputation as a troublemaker. When she came to the bar the other night, she had a bruise. Here.” He ran his finger across his cheek to indicate where her injury had been. “I’m certain she was causing trouble but I could get her to admit to nothing. Do you happen to know what happened?”

Stackhouse huffed and waved a hand through the air. “That was me. She wouldn’t let me in my gran’s house to talk to Sookie. Ain’t nothing for you to worry about.”

Eric gripped the other man by the throat and lifted him into the air before he could even blink. “You dare?”

Wide confused eyes were the only answer as hands gripped Eric’s wrist, looking for mercy.

“You dare touch what doesn’t belong to you?” He wanted to snap his neck. It wouldn’t take much effort. A twist of the wrist and this human would bother you no more. But something told him you wouldn’t appreciate the gesture. In fact, you were likely to make his life hell for even considering it. Eric released his grip.

Stackhouse fell back in his chair. His feet scrambled trying to put more distance between him and the vampire before him but there was nowhere for him to go. Eric simply looked at him with the same blank expression as always.

“As she didn’t kill you herself for the indiscretion, I can only assume she wishes you alive for some reason. If you touch her again, I won’t care. Do you understand?”

He nodded frantically. “Yeah, yeah. I understand.”

Eric placed his hands on the arms of the chair and leaned into the other man’s space. “And as for the vampire blood, if I even catch a whisper that you tasted it, I will remove your balls with a rusty spoon. And I have ears everywhere.”

Eric couldn’t refrain from smirking when Stackhouse folded in on himself. His hands covered his groin on instinct. The vampire straightened and took a step back. “Remove yourself from my bar, Mr. Stackhouse, and don’t bother coming back.”

If the man moved any faster, Eric would have thought him a vampire. A beat later, Pam stepped into the office with an amused look. “I take it the conversation went well.”

He hummed in agreement just as a flash of emotion went through him. Anger and anxiety with a dash of fear. You were in trouble.

***

Liam charged and you spun away, tripping him in the process. You shoved the stake into his chest, purposely missing his heart. He stared at you in confusion as he gasped in pain. You kicked Diane, sending her stumbling back when she came to his rescue.

Malcom took advantage of the distraction she posed and grabbed the cue from your hand. He launched it across the bar and it embedded in the wall. When you swung at him, he grasped your wrist and squeezed. If you’d been fully human, it would be broken. He pushed you backward into the bar, his free hand on your chest.

“Stop this.” Bill had apparently arrived.

Neither you or Malcom were impressed. He glanced over his shoulder at the other vampire. “Not now, Bill. I’m having a conversation. Don’t interrupt.”

Malcom turned back to you, his fangs fully extended. You’d expected him to be furious but he looked more intrigued than anything. He let go of your wrist and gripped your chin. He turned your head to the side to expose the line of your throat. “Is this Bill’s work as well? Has he been greedy with the local offerings?”

You scoffed. “Fuck Bill. And fuck you.”

His eyes narrowed. “Oh, I’m counting on it, sweetheart. But you really must tell me who you belong to. After all, I’ll need to offer my condolences.”

“That would be me.”

Malcom went still and you grinned. Eric always did have impeccable timing. He released you and took a step back, his hands held up as he turned to face your vampire. Eric looked past him to run his gaze over you. You gave him a little wave and his lips twitched.

“Why, Eric, it is lovely to see you again.” That false placating voice rubbed your nerves raw. “I wasn’t aware you were claiming your food now. Had I known—”

“Y/N is my mate.”

The other vampires in the room shifted their gazes between the two of you. Mates were rare. Rarer still that both parties weren’t vampires. You were just as shocked as they were but you did a better job of hiding it. At least you hoped so. Not that it mattered. Eric would feel it through your bond. But damn it, he couldn’t just spring shit like that on you. Stupid vampire.

“Why are you bothering these people? You’ve been warned about this behavior before,” Eric said, shifting the focus off your relationship.

“We were just saying hello to the new neighbors. That’s all.” Malcom’s voice had lost its confident edge.

Eric’s jaw was tight and you knew he was biting back much of what he wanted to say. He needed to placate the humans in the bar, but they didn’t need to know details. “We’ll discuss this tomorrow. Bill will accompany you to ensure you don’t get lost on the way home.”

Bill stepped away from Sookie’s side with a nod. The four vampires headed toward the door, not bothering to look anywhere but at their sheriff. Eric stopped Malcom with a hand on his arm as he passed by. He lowered his voice but you could still hear him, though you doubted most of the humans could. “If I were you, Malcom, I would do my best to ensure I didn’t fuck this up anymore than I already had.”

Malcom didn’t respond beyond jerking his arm away and following the others outside. Eric crossed the bar in several long strides until he was standing beside you with his arm around your shoulders. “I apologize for the disturbance, everyone. I assure you that they will not bother you again.”

“Everyone go back about your business. Next round’s on the house,” Sam announced as he came over to the two of you.

“Eric, this is Sam Merlotte. He owns the bar. Sam, this is Eric Northman, he owns Fangtasia,” you introduced them.

“And you, apparently,” Sam added with a look of distaste.

You straightened your spine. “Really, Sam? Who do you think you’re talking to? After everything…No, you know what. Forget it. It’s not even worth it. You’re welcome by the way, you ungrateful bastard.” You stepped behind the bar and grabbed your bag. “I’ll see you later, Sam. Sookie.”

Eric wore an amused grin as he fell into step behind you and followed you out the door.  

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