A/N; Hello everyone I’m back with another Eric Northman request! This was one of the many requests I’ve gotten and that I’m as slow as a damn turtle getting through. I hope you enjoy this anon I made it super angsty, it is short but I personally love the ending like this.
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Prompt Request:
Hi! Could you do eric x reader here they’re together and she saves his life but ends up dying and he turns her to save her? Maybe like at the rally at the end of S4 when bill tries to shoot eric or something??
Soundtrack Inspiration:
-Cruel World: Active Child (For all you The Magicians fans out there you know why this song gets me every god damn time)
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He said something dangerous would happen if you were to come with, being the fragile human, you are but... also being the stubborn human you are, you told Eric to shove it and hitched along for the ride.
You never expected that something like this would happen though. Never expected to be the only one to see the sniper as he lined his shot up with Eric’s heart, wooden bullet cocked into the chamber. There was no time to warn Eric you only reacted, jumping in front of bullet and taking it straight in the chest. You let out a cry as you clutched your chest and slamming onto the ground.
Your breathing became ragged and you felt your heart race as it tried to compensate for the lack of blood and oxygen flow throughout your body before it slowly began it decrease. You saw Eric from across the room, still fighting vampires that were under the witch’s spell, fighting like hell to get to you.
“Eric.” You whispered, the edges of your vision blurring and you heart rate slowing to a dangerously low rate, signaling that it could no longer compensate for the lack of adequate blood flow. Your eyes felt heavy as you watched Eric rip through the hypnotized vamps one after another before he slid onto knees in front of you, and grabbing you into his arms letting out a roar.
“Y-y-” you tried speaking.
“Don’t speak Y/N. Just hold on.” He said as he pulled back his sleeve, his fangs popping out.
You swallowed, trying not to choke on the blood in your mouth. “You told me I-I’d get into trouble.” You smiled faintly before your vision turned black.
***********
“Come on Y/N. Now is not the time to die.” Eric roared. “Drink!”
“Eric!” Pam yelled, making Eric snap his head up to her. “Eric.” Pam said in a gentler tone. “She’s lost so much blood, and I can barely hear her heart anymore. If you give her your blood to heal her, it’ll be enough to make her vampire. Is that something you’re ready for?” She paused. “Is that something she’s ready for? Is that something she wants?”
“She just took a bullet for me, Pam! I’m not going to give up on her and let her die in this fucking shit hole.” Eric growled at her; Y/N still limp in his arms. He looked down at your pale face, almost lifeless but he could hear the faint sound of your heart. Your strong and brave heart. He knew what he selfishly wanted, he wanted you and he would do anything to keep you.
“The choice is yours. We need to get her to ground quickly though, sunrise is in an hour.”
Eric looked back down at you. “I’m sorry Y/N.” He said before he ripped open his wrist and brought it to your lips, welcoming you to the eternal world of night.
A/N: Hello darlings! I’ve got another request for a Dark Lord x Reader pairing and I really liked this one. I didn’t necessarily make them angels because I didn’t really like the angel killing in season 2, for my own personal reasons, so I kind of made them hunters hope that’s okay ANON.
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ANON Prompt: Hey really like your Caos stories so I was wondering if you could do one where the hunter Angel's attack the academy but you (of course) manage to kick there feather ass however they mange to stab you and everybody freaks out none more so then the Dark Lord himself (you don't mess with what's his!) So a Dark Lord x Reader if you get the chance Thnx!!!
There was a piercing scream that seemed to radiate through the entire academy. Your head immediately snapped up along with everyone else’s who was in the dorm.
“What in the heaven was that?” Prudence asked.
“I don’t know. But we better find out.” You quickly grabbed a wicked looking knife from your bedside table; the weird sisters doing the same as you, and just as you came out of the dorm, you heard someone scream.
“Hunters!” Before they were quickly silenced.
You and the weird sisters were quick to charge into action. Quickly forming a strategy that would distract the hunters before you swooped in behind them surprising them and catching them off guard.
Dorcas and Agatha did just that, sending swirls of smoke and mist to bend unnaturally to their binding, twirling around the hunter’s feet and blinding them from seeing you and Prudence jump from the railing and landing softly like cats behind them, weapons at the ready.
But just as you were about to deliver the first blow, suddenly one of the hunters spoke.
“Enough of your games witches!” He said before the fog vanished in one massive vortex and then vanished revealing you to the hunters, knife in hand. The hunter laid his eyes upon you and smacked you with an unearthly force that sent you flying across the room and having you collide with a wall; knocking the wind out of you, causing black to cloud the edge of your vision.
The sisters screamed as they ran to attack the hunters, but suddenly they stopped. The sisters were all clutching their throats, nails digging into throats, as they tried to rip away the invisible force that was wrapped around their throats.
You staggered, as you tried to pull yourself up using the wall as leverage, your head was throbbing and the black on the edge of your vision was growing steadily and you knew soon enough you’d be unconscious on the ground and at their mercy. You picked up your knife and whilst the hunters were distracted you charged again, flattering and gaining one of the hunter’s attention. She was quick as lightning and you didn’t know what happened until you felt a warm sensation spreading across your chest; you staggered, clutching your chest, gasping. You pulled your hand away and saw it was covered in blood.
The weird sisters would have cried out in horror but they too were losing the battle against the unknown hunters; Dorcas already having fallen unconscious and was then dropped unceremoniously to the floor in a heap.
“Filthy things.” The girl hunter said as she watched you. Watched as your breath became shallower and the blood spread across your t-shirt. You could hardly see now as you felt yourself drift into the darkness.
“Shame. That you killed her, she won’t have a chance to be redeemed like the others will be.” One of the male hunters said.
“Not my problem-” The girl said before she was cut off by a loud boom, that seemed to shake the very earth.
Your vision finally failed you as you drifted, the last thing you heard was the sounds of screams and the feel of warmth like a searing fire was set right in front of you.
******
Prudence watched in awe as the hunters burst into flames one by one, screaming as they looked on at the person; no entity that had did this to them. It was the Dark Lord himself. Prudence and the other sisters, stood there dumbstruck before they feel to their knees before him, discarding the burning hunters all together. The Dark Lord nodded towards them, still watching the hunters burn before he turned and strode towards Y/N. He picked her limp body up from the floor and Prudence watched in awe as he cradled her close to his chest, whispering reassuringly in her ear.
“Take me to a place where she can rest and heal.” He said to Prudence, that trace of softness in his voice long gone, the prince of darkness the only presence.
“Yes, my Lord.” Prudence said before getting up from her knees and passing the charred bodies of the hunters now dead and slumped against the floor, still burning in that brilliant blue fire; hell fire. Prudence didn’t dare look behind her as she heard him whisper again to Y/N, as she led him to the infirmary with an efficient quickness.
“You’re not escaping me, little witch. Death can’t have you. You’re mine, little witch.”
******
You could feel yourself being ripped from the darkness, and then there was a voice. It spoke softly almost broken like as it pleaded with you.
You didn’t open your eyes, but you were acutely aware of the fact that you didn’t feel the hard marble floor against your back anymore. Instead you felt the softness of a bed, and then the warm soothing feeling of a hand being swept across your forehead, pushing your hair back from your face.
You stirred, reveling in that warm feeling, letting it draw you back to reality: to life. You opened your eyes to find the most handsome man you’d ever seen at your bedside; his hand didn’t move from your hair as you woke. Then you realized who he was and tried to sit up, but he held you down easily.
“Calm down little witch. I mean you no harm. In fact, quite the opposite.” He smirked to himself and continued stroking your hair.
“Where am I?” you asked, letting him continue with his soft petting; since you had no other choice.
“The school infirmary.” He said simply.
“Why are you here? Where’s everyone else?”
“They are wisely positioned outside of the infirmary doors, as per my orders. As for my being here…” he paused, looking at you intensely. “I felt the blow you’d received from the hunters, as if it had been delivered upon my own body and I knew you were in grave danger. So, I took it upon my own hands to dispatch those hunters with a fiery efficiency and then I healed you.”
“Why though?” You said, looking into his fierce gaze.
“Simple.” He said as he stroked your cheek. “Nobody messes with what is mine.”
A/N: Thanks to @thehappylittlehufflepuff for requesting some quality Nick Scratch fic and for being so patient with me, since I’m such a procrastinator and it seems like my life want slow down for one fucking minute to let me reach my keyboard! Also sorry guys I’m a bit Vanilla, I tried lol.
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Prompt: The Reader and Nick have some fun at a hidden club that has an exclusive membership.
Songs of Inspiration
Criminal- Fiona Apple
bad guy - Billie Eilish
Nick had been promising something special all day and now was finally the time I got to see exactly what that “something special” was. As we made our way up the steps of a familiar building, I felt my excitement drop just a notch as I noticed the subtle sigils by the door of the seemingly abandoned building which I knew was the front door to Dorian’s.
“Nick.” I said as he pulled open the door and held it open for me. “What exactly is special about Dorian’s? We’ve been here a hundred times you at least a thousand.” I said as I walked through the open door.
“Just wait and see Y/N. Maybe you’ll find that you don’t know Dorian’s as well as you thought you did.” He smiled wickedly, his smile giving nothing away.
I walked down to the balcony at the end of the hall that overlooked the underground club of Dorian’s, seeing the usual witches and warlocks; drinking, dancing and making out. I was still extremely skeptical about Nick’s words about not knowing Dorian’s as well as I think I do. Nick took my hand as he led me down the one of the staircases and down to the bar.
As usual Dorian Grey was standing behind the bar counter wiping down a glass, till it gleamed. “Hello Nicky. Y/N.” He regarded us both with a small smile. “What can I get you both tonight?”
“We won’t be drinking tonight Dorian.” Nick smiled, before he placed his elbows on the bar counter and leaned in a fraction closer to Dorian. “Sorididum”
I rose my eyebrow at him, but Dorian seemed to understand the hidden meaning in Nick’s phrase perfectly. Dorian looked from Nick to me and smiled, before gesturing a hand towards a hallway in the back of the club.
“Have fun.” Dorian chuckled, before turning his attention back to his glass.
Nick took my hand once again and pulled me past a few people on the edge of the dancefloor towards the hallway that Dorian indicated; no one was down here but at the end of the hallway was a life size portrait of Dorian. It’s how I imagined his other portrait looked before he made his pack with our dark lord. He had that same tousled blonde hair he does now and his immortal good looks, but what caught me was his smile; it held an edge of sensual mischief to it and seemed to only grow more intense as we walked further toward it.
“Nick. What are we doing?” I asked, completely perplexed when we finally reached the end of the hall and were standing face to face with the large portrait of Dorian.
Nick turned to me and gave me a kiss, only to deepen it; his tongue intermingling with mine before he pulled away.
“I promised special. Let’s see if I can deliver.” He said as he placed his fingers as the edge of the painting and slightly pulled. The painting creaked on its hinges as it swung away from the wall, revealing a hidden entrance way. Nick grabbed my hand once more and pulled me towards the newly revealed entrance and to what lay beyond it.
I felt my breath catch in my throat as we walked through this hidden club. It was filled with people from a vast assortment. Some were completely naked with the exception of masks on their faces, others were led by leather clad women by a leather leash keeping them close by. Some were simply sitting down on one of the many red velvet couches getting a lap dance by busty women, there was even women receiving even more intimate actions on the opposite couches by virile young men. I felt a blush creep up my face as I took everything in, but even stranger I felt my center clench as we walked deeper into the club where there were rooms to conceal the more private affairs of its customers. However, those rooms did nothing to contain the screams of pleasure or the moans of ecstasy that was coming from the other side of them.
I tried to take everything in as we walked down the red halls, from every sound of pleasure, to the seemingly endless red hallways. Its walls lined with paintings of people enacting various sexual acts in varying positions that I’ve never seen before. Suddenly, Nick stopped and opened a door at the end of the hall, revealing a grand room with a giant bed covered in red silk sheets in the middle of the room; along with a varying amount of “toys” neatly placed throughout the room.
Nick stood aside while I took in everything, I could feel him watching me, assessing my reactions to a part of himself that he just revealed to me. I could feel my heart beat pick up speed as my excitement at seeing this side of Nick grew. I felt his presence behind me, then felt the soft sweep of his fingers; pushing my hair away from the side of my neck.
“What do you think?” he said placing a soft kiss behind my ear, making my body erupt in shivers. His hands wound around my waist bringing me closer to his hot body; as he buried his nose in my hair.
“It’s interesting. Very interesting.” I said, feeling his smile against my neck, and felt one his hands start to brush up and down my arms, making the goosebumps on my arms a permanent fixture. Suddenly I turned in his arms and he put his hands back on my hips, not breaking contact.
“So, what exactly did you have in mind Mr. Scratch when you brought me to this Den of Iniquity?” I smart mouthed, giving Nick a little smile to let him know that whatever game he was playing that I wanted to be added to the gameboard.
Nick gave me that award winning smile filled with mischief and I felt one his hands slide across the back of my neck and bury itself in my hair, gathering all of it in one hand; his fingers felt soothing as they rubbed small circles in my scalp. “Well if you really must know.” He said before his fingers fisted my hair tighter and brought my head sharply to the side, exposing my neck to him. “I brought you here to do whatever the fuck I wanted to do to you.”
I felt my body erupt in those same shivers only more intense, that reached all the way to my center making me clench deliciously at his promises.
“I brought you here Y/N so I could fuck you.” He paused smiling to himself, then leaned closer to my ear. “And maybe you can even fuck me too.” He whispered before taking my earlobe and sucked; making me gasp hard enough to reach out for him and clutch his chest. “But, that’s all in good time. For now, tonight is a bit of an introduction course to see if you want this as much as I do.” He smiled against my skin.
“Alright.” I smiled and looked over to the massive bed, then to the other “toys”. “What are we doing first?” I asked trying to keep from sounding too eager.
“Get on the bed.” He growled out, his chocolate eyes growing dark with lust until they looked positively black.
I did as he commanded backing slowly away from him until I hit the back of the bed and then jumped up, sitting on the plush duvet. Nick slowly sauntered over to me, eye fucking me the entire time, maybe planning out what he’s going to do next, maybe he knows exactly what he’s going to do and is just taking his time to rile me further.
“Now what? Mr. Scratch.” I said as innocently as I could muster without breaking out into laughter. But Nick wasn’t laughing.
He caught my chin with his hand, bringing my eyes up to his dark ones. “There’ll be none of that here, sweetness.” He finished with a smile, slowly bringing his lips down to mine, opening my mouth and letting his tongue slowly dance with mine, building me up to the main event. I could feel his hands sliding up my legs, until they reached my center, he fingered at the buttons of my pants before he slowly pulled down the zipper.
He broke our kiss so he could swiftly pull away my jeans. Kissing my stomach lightly before pulling them off all the way and chucking them across the room. “Sit up higher on the bed, sweetness.” He cooed in my ear and I did as I was told; scooting up until I hit the headboard and heard something jingle slightly above me. I looked up and saw a pair of handcuffs.
I let out a small chuckle and looked back to Nick. “Aren’t those a bit basic in the presence of everything else in the room?” I smiled, watching as Nick climbed up the bed and then straddled me, unbuttoning my blouse and helping me out of it, along with my bra.
“I told you love, it’s an introduction course. Don’t worry there’ll be plenty of time to play with the others toys.” He said as he tossed everything else where my jeans were, leaving me only in my underwear.
I smiled again and looked back up at the handcuffs and noticed these weren’t your run of the mill handcuffs on a bedpost. They were on a chain link pulley system almost, like the kind where you can pull up and down. Nick grabbed the bar that linked them together and pulled it down, I heard the tell-tale sign of chain links and felt my excitement grow.
“Another reason why I started you with these sweetness is because I know how much you love to touch me when we fuck.” He continued as I felt him cuff my first wrist. “How you love to pull my hair.” He said leaning down to kiss me. “Drag your nails down my back as you feel your climax coming as I pound into you…faster…and faster.” He whispered in my ear as he cuffed my other wrist. “But that’s not going to happen tonight Y/N.” He tsked. “No, tonight I’m going to start this introduction course by denying you touch. I’ll be able to touch you wherever…” he paused trailing his fingers up my slit soaking my underwear, and making me groan, arching my back up to meet his touch. “However, I want.”
"Nick.“ I breathed, pulling on the cuffs, the reflex to bury my hands in his soft dark hair, like a muscle memory.
Nick smiled, placing his lips against my neck as his fingers continued to softly plunder my center. He trailed his kisses up under my jaw and up to my ear sucking the shell of it lightly. I let out a low moan and suddenly Nick pulled away from me, fingers and all. He got up from the bed and stared at me for a moment, taking in the picture he was seeing.
“Fuck, baby. You look so fucking good like this, all tied up and willing for me. Do you want me to fuck you now?” He smiled, knowing full well the answer.
“Yes. Nick please.” I said feeling myself already becoming whiny from the lack of touching him.
“Okay sweetness. Since you asked so nicely and you’ve been such a good girl, letting me tie you up and play with you for a bit. I’ll fuck you real good.” He said as he slowly undid his shirt and then threw it over with my clothes. I watched intently as he slowly undid his pants; making it a show of it. Before he crawled back onto the bed and straddled me, sitting on his haunches as he slowly pulled off my underwear; and removing the final piece that stood between us.
“So beautiful.” Nick said as he trailed his fingers down the valley of my breasts, down my stomach and nestled themselves back in my cleft. I let out a heady moan.
“Nick.” I whined.
“That’s right baby, I promised I’d fuck you and honestly as much as I want to play with you right now. I also don’t think I can hold myself off from burying myself deep inside you any longer.” He growled as he spread my legs wider and then I felt him thrust inside of me quick and hard.
We both let out a greedy moan, both craving more of each other. I pulled against my bindings the need to touch unbearable; especially when he was so close to me, but just out of my reach. His arms were planted against my head and his lips crashed to mine as he pummeled himself into me, each thrust becoming harder.
I pulled on my bindings hard, as I felt one his hands reach between us, and rub my clit; setting me further on fire, making me practically scream. But Nick wasn’t relenting not an inch, his brutal thrusts only seemed to be egged on by my screams of pleasure.
“Nicky.” I moaned, “I can’t…last for much longer. If you keep that up.” I said breathlessly, feeling my climax build to a peak that I didn’t think I could survive.
“Hold it sweetness.” He said as he rubbed on my clit harder earning another scream of pleasure from me.
“Nick!” I screamed. “I can’t…” I moaned out, trying to be good and keep my orgasm at bay.
Nick pulled his kisses away from my lips and looked into my eyes keeping me captive. “Cum for me, Y/N.”
Without another moment I felt myself shatter into a million pieces that seemed to be scattered across the room and hidden so well in every corner there would be no way Nick could ever put me back together again. Nick followed immediately after me, shouting my name to what seems like the rooftops, so much so that I envisioned Dorian at the bar smiling.
Nick slumped against my shoulder, breathing hard into my neck and trailing kisses down it. “You were so good baby. So good.” He breathed.
“That was amazing Nick.” I breathed, pulling on the cuffs again. “Now uncuff me so I can touch you baby.”
Nick stopped his kisses and looked back into his eyes, that mischievous lust clouding those chocolate eyes again. He sighed, stroking down my body till he got to where we were still joined. “I’m sorry baby, but you agreed to tonight’s rules and the night is far from over.” He purred and clutched my hips.
I let out a gasp as he pulled himself out only to turn me completely around until I was face down on the bed. The bar the cuffs could actually turn so he could have me either on my back or on my stomach and never have to detach the cuffs.
“Just relax baby and let’s have some fun.” He purred in my ear and lined himself to my entrance once again.
A/N: The lovely @thehappylittlehufflepuff requested a Steve Harrington x Reader pairing and I was more than happy to do it for my baby boy Steve who is not so much baby boy in this as he is Daddy as per her request. :D
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Steve was such a nice guy; sure, he didn’t start out that way but the way he was with the kids and how he supports his ex-girlfriend’s relationship with Jonathan. Was just so sweet and sincere, and he was like that in your relationship too; loving and constantly showering you with affection on a constant basis. But there was another side of Steve, one only you got to see.
He loved being in complete and total control of you, you could feel yourself getting wet at the thought of the last time, you got Steve riled up enough to fuck you into complete satiation.
When you were alone together in bed withthin the throws of passions he loved to be in complete and total control of you. Fucking you to the edge of sanity and then pushing you completely over the edge all the while he has you begging for more.
But this side of Steve doesn’t just come out whenever, and certainly not when you ask for it; no that would be too easy. This side of Steve, the side that you find craving in the middle of the night, only comes out when you’re being bad and he finds that he needs to punish you. Luckily for you though, it takes very little for this side of Steve to come out, it could just be the littlest of things that could set him off. A brush of skin here, a kiss there, back talking him, or even just the simple act of biting your lip.
All of these things could easily set Steve off; one minute he’d be cooking dinner and then you’d come up from behind him and whisper something dirty in his ear and the next thing you’d know he’d have you up on the kitchen counter and he’d thrust himself inside of you in one savage moment; fucking you senseless.
You could feel yourself grow wet at the memory as you sat in the living room reading with Steve and looked over at the kitchen. You let out a little sigh and crossed your legs over each other as you tried to focus on your book again; but as you looked over at Steve sitting next to you. You noticed him flick his eyes up at you then back down to his book but then back up at you.
He put his book down and raised an eyebrow at you. “Did you just bite your lip?”
You smiled to yourself, not putting your book down and not daring to look at him just yet.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Steve.” You said innocently, still not looking over to him but feeling his gaze heatedly fixed onto you.
“I think you do, Y/N. And I think it would be better for you to admit it now, then have to face the consequences later when I find out you were lying to me.” He growled; his book long forgotten sitting next to him. But you weren’t going to give in yet, you knew the more you stroked his fire the more he was going to stroke your fire later.
You kept your gaze on your book and fought back the smile that was creeping up on you, you softly bit your lip and knew that was it.
“Oh. You’re in trouble now baby.” He growled and took the book from your hands and tossed it onto the coffee table. You smiled to yourself and before Steve could wrap his arms around you and pin you down to the couch, you ducked and ran out of the living room, giggling; Steve hot on your trail.
“You’re making this so much worse, Y/N.” He shouted as he ran after you and quickly caught up with you in the bedroom, grabbing your waist and throwing you harshly down onto the bed. You giggled as your body bounced on the mattress but your giggles were cut short as Steve looked down at you with those intense eyes. He leaned over your body, nuzzling your neck, giving you a few kisses here and there; his hair tickling over your cheek. But then, he pulled away from you, and stood at the foot of the bed, unbuckling his pants; never tearing his gaze away from yours, instead he held you there as if you were in a trance.
“Is this what you want?”
You nodded eagerly. “Yes, Daddy.”
Steve gave you a cruel smile, as he brought his pants down to his ankles; before he grabbed your ankles harshly, pulling you to him. “You should be very careful what you ask for Y/N. Especially when you insist on being such a bad girl.”
Before you knew it, Steve had your thighs in a tight grip in both his hands; before he swiftly flipped you onto your stomach. Your face pressed into the mattress and your hips arched up for him.
Steve didn’t hesitate as he lined himself up to you before he thrusted himself inside of you. You cried out; face buried in the mattress but Steve didn’t like that. He fisted your hair and brought your head back and away from the mattress, so he could hear your monas of pleasure.
“You took me so well baby.” He purred in your ear, his hands reaching around to your front to rub at your clit, making you whine. “And you’re already so wet for me, such a good girl.” He said as he pulled himself out only to thrust harshly back inside you, making you cry out.
Suddenly though, Steve began to pick up the pace, his hips were like pistons as they pounded into you, his finger never once ceasing their rapid circles as he pounded into you.
“Steve.” You moaned, feeling your heart pound in your chest and a tightness building up in your stomach as you felt yourself falling over the edge.
“Beg for me, baby. Beg.” He smirked kissing your neck, sloppily as he continued to pound into you.
“Please Daddy, please let me come!” You said as you felt yourself reach that edge as his fingers, lightly pinch your clit. “Oh god yes! Steve!” You screamed arching your back, into his chest. All the while Steve never let up the pace of his hips, eagerly chasing his release as well.
“Y/N.” He groaned, his hip thrusts becoming sloppier as you turned your head to kiss him as he climaxed, eating his moans in your kisses before he finally pulled away, letting your hair fall from his fist and kissing you lightly behind your ear.
“How was that baby? Was that everything you wanted?”
“Yes.” You purred. “But I can always take some more daddy.”
Hi! Could you do eric x reader here they’re together and she saves his life but ends up dying and he turns her to save her? Maybe like at the rally at the end of S4 when bill tries to shoot eric or something??
Yes! Some angst and lifesaving/sacrificing with Eric! It’s already in my drafts schools being hectic again so it’ll take a while before I get to it 💜💜💜💜💜
Hey I was listening to ‘from the dining table’ by Harry styles the other day and I was thinking could you maybe do eric Northman x reader where they’re going through a break up but they still love each other a lot ? So quite angsty but still romantic if that makes sense lol! It’s such a beautiful and melancholic song I’d really recommend it! If not dw, maybe just on the lyric ‘woke up the girl who looked just like you, I almost said your name’ or something like that?💜💜💜
Hi! Oooh yess! I’ve heard of the song and funny enough when I first saw your requests I was honest to god listening to this exact song! I’m so excited to do Something angsty it’s already in my drafts love! Schools being weird again so it’s going to be a while before I get to it. 💙💙💙
