Bonfire of the Vanities: Chapter 13 is here plus a fixin’!


So I give you installment 6 of what I call Thanksgiving Fixin’s that I somehow continue to find inspiration for below. As for Bonfire of the Vanities, the next chapter is up so enjoy that too; a little maenad aftermath and leads into where this story will continue.


A/N: Slight non-con warning but really it’s all in the name of comedic hijinks nothing graphic and I doubt anyone will take offense (Eric doesn’t) but just in case you have been warned…




“You can come out of the woods now,” Sookie spoke at a normal volume to human ears, knowing he would hear her with ease.


“In a minute,” he yelled back as he continued his game of Candy Crush on his phone. Sookie shook her head as she gathered the final plates and blew out the last of the candles.


“You could have just joined us at the table,” she sighed not expecting an answer as she heard the tell-tale music in the background that would have him glued to the smartphone for hours.


“You know weres make me itchy,” he returned with a crinkle of his nose startling her with his sudden appearance beside her.


“And shifters are shifty,” Sookie sighed as she repeated the usual insults flung at her friends. She gave him a fiery scowl before she shoved the stack of plates into his arms. “Take those inside will you?”


“I don’t understand why you do this all yourself.”


“Because I want to,” she said with a hard glare, unwilling to discuss this subject again.


“I wish you would allow me to take care of you,” he tried again.


“I already told you no. I’m doing just fine on my own.”


“With Bob?”


“Don’t start about Bob again,” Sookie warned. “He pays his share of the bills and that’s all that matters.”


“He’s a cat,” he pointed out.


“Was a cat,” Sookie corrected. It was per Holly’s suggestion that Bob had come to live with Sookie as she needed the money while missing work during the final trimester of her pregnancy. It had been a little disconcerting when she first met him as he resembled Alcide in looks. Looking back if starting a family was ever going to have happened with anyone it would have been with the deceased werewolf. Sookie had soon after discovered he was a rare breed among his kind. She had tried to date human men after that but it was a wasted attempt. She had closed herself off of any further vampire romances as she could no longer see a long term future in that anymore, they all just seemed to carry too much baggage. She would be lying to herself that she didn’t like to google a certain Viking’s name on a cold and lonely night but only with that distance would she entertain any hint of fang. She was an independent woman now and that was that.


By all appearances Bob would have been her perfect partner. His transformation into a cat for two years had altered his brain signature making it sound like a subtle haze. He was handsome but just like Alcide, he was still hung up on the ex that had made him miserable. Besides she had decided two years ago she wanted to be a mother regardless of a man in her life and had become quite familiar with the turkey baster beyond its use on Thanksgiving Day. After the fifth failed attempt she had finally given in and allowed the man who was now harassing her to help her out financially by having the procedure performed in a state of the art clinic. However, it made the ancient think he had a say in every decision in her life and hover over her like an overbearing father.


“Sookie, the babies needs a father figure in its life,” he started again.


“I turned out fine without one for most of my life,” she returned. “And Jason will do a fine job as uncle just like he does with his own kids.”


“The gene clearly skipped that one.”


Sookie rolled her eyes in annoyance as she set down the prepared plate of pasta in front of him that he demanded whenever he deigned it appropriate to ‘pop’ in on her.


“Can we just skip the running commentary tonight and get straight to the point?” Sookie asked.


“We Fae are promiscuous beings,” he explained between bites of his spaghetti. “It’s why traditionally the women held power. The assurance of the royal blood passing through them asserted their reign.”


“I’d really like to get to my bed soon Niall,” Sookie said with and incessant tap of her feet.


“At some point in our history it became too complex to continue to pass power with our long lifespan so we incited magic to bind us to an individual,” he continued to explain. “Like a marriage.”


“And this made you faithful?” she questioned sceptically.


“No, but it assured only between those two a child could be born. It’s why so many fairies are reproductively challenged now.”


“That’s real interesting Niall. Are you done?”


“You and the Northman exchanged blood correct?” Sookie nodded to information she had already told her great grandfather a long time ago. “You entered a winter realm of your own.”


“What does this have to do with each other great granddaddy? Just spit it out already.”


“The Northman is the father of the babies.”


With that revelation the glass of warm milk Sookie had been nursing splattered all over the Prince of the Fae’s face. “Excuse me?”



Sookie was extremely tired but after Niall’s admissions there was no way that she would ever find anything but a fitful rest that night. She moved past the long line round the once familiar building of Fangtasia thankful to spot Pam at the door. Aside from the sneering look directed her way Pam was helpful enough to show her into Eric’s office.


“Hi,” Sookie said nervously to the vampire that she hadn’t seen or heard from in years.


“Sookie,” he returned with caution in his voice as he took in her swollen form. “You are with child?”


“Two actually. Fairies are not so good with the singular.”


“What can I do for you?” Eric asked still slightly mesmerised by her sudden appearance while indicating they take a seat on the sofa. He had thought of her often and had a vivid daydream a few months back but he had given her the space she required of him and continued his bored existence on without her. Always with a cautious eye to her safety in the background but he had given strict instructions not to be informed of her personal life. A small part of him had always hoped that she would suddenly reappear in his life like tonight and the truth of her life may have shattered that fantasy.


“Congratulationsthey’reyours!” Sookie blurted out.


“Come again?”


“Do you remember me coming to you in a nurse’s outfit?” she asked with cheeks flushed red with the embarrassment of it all. “I gave you a…”


“Sponge bath and a happy ending in a cup,” he finished with a smirk. “That really happened? I was sure it was a dream. You saucy minx.”


“Well it happened, but it wasn’t me. Itwasniall.”


“You’re going to have to repeat that last part slower,” Eric said coolly as he peeled away the mortified hands hiding her face.


“It wasn’t me. It was my great granddaddy Niall Brigant,” she explained with fear in her eyes. “He magicked himself to look like me after I finally allowed him help to get me pregnant but I swear I didn’t know Eric. I thought he was just fronting me the money for IUI. Apparently we’re fairy bound and you’re the only one able to father my children because royal fairies can’t keep it in their pants. I only found out tonight Eric, I’m so sorry but you deserved to know.”


“Violated by the prince of the fae… I’ve had worse,” Eric shrugged before it dawned on him what extraordinary magic had actually taken place. Confusion marred his otherwise beautiful face. “I’m going to be a father?”


“Yeah,” she admitted shyly. “We’ll work something out. Whatever you want.”


“Whatever I want?” he asked with far too much smugness than Sookie felt he should be afforded.


“With limitations,” she added quickly in her sternest voice.


“Tell me when I reach the limitations,” he offered in negotiation to which she gave a small nod of assent. “I want us to be in each other’s life again. Take you out to dinners. Spoil you with gifts,” he tested.


“No gifts.”


“Gifts for the babies?” Eric tried and with her silence he continued, “I want to be there every step of the way. The doctor’s appointments, the birth, bringing them home.” His eyes sparkled at the prospect with what was to come, what rare gifts resided inside her. Tentatively he reached out to the round of her stomach with her consent and felt the buzzing of life beneath. He moved his head close, listening to the cacophony of heartbeats and taking in their unique smell. Eric had thought her altered scent odd and familiar but now he recognised it, they were the aromas of that magical realm that they had ended up in after they had shared blood. “I want to bring them to our home,” he finally said looking up at her.


“Eric, I-”


“Without the day I only have half of their lives to enjoy Sookie,” he explained while cutting of her protests. “I don’t want to miss a single moment. We do not have to be lovers to live under the same roof. Unless that is something you would want.”


“Is that something you want?” she asked in deflection unwilling to lay her heart out to be trampled on.


“I didn’t think I would be the one needing to clarify that,” Eric grinned as his hand found hers. “I want… You. The question really is do you want me?”


With events weighing heavy on her Sookie never was able to give him an answer to that question the same night but had agreed to let him into her and the babies’ life. Her intended resistance lasted three nights before they found themselves satiated and tangled in bed. At first she blamed the pregnancy hormones but soon couldn’t deny the residual feelings of love that had never waned from her system.


Her home became their home within a fortnight and Eric doted on her every step of the way. Gifts for the babies soon became gifts for her. It was after the twins’ first birthday party that they had agreed on a code word spoken before sex when Niall suggested they get to making babies numbers three to six with a lewd gesture of an open fisted hand and the same saucy wink ‘Nurse Sookie’ had given Eric once. It didn’t take them long to settle on the word that would instantly betray the prince of the fae.









Chapter 13 – Shrouds


8 thoughts on “Bonfire of the Vanities: Chapter 13 is here plus a fixin’!

    1. Thanks, they’re fun to write although they’re getting increasingly longer but it’s quite nice to write these characters without their usual complexities… it feels a little unnatural but it works in the limited word count.


  1. This is my favorite fixin so far…not sure why, but I love this Niall and his crazy addition to spaghetti, and the way their acceptance of magic brings them such happiness…


    1. I always thought that Niall was a little boring but in the last season they upped the quirky on him with the spaghetti and his character has become a joy to write since. As for the rest that bond they started had to be good for something right? So why not babies…


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