Thanksgiving Fixin’s #17-19 and what else was updated this week…

As fixin’ #14 has officially sprouted off as its own outtake the latest installments for that can be found on the following pages #17 #18 and #19 there should be a couple more extra chapters on that and then we’ll get back to the singular shots again. If anything else takes my fancy I might turn that into an extended outtake too or perhaps continue an existing fixin’. So apologies it’s a bit of an organisational mess with the postings until this little ficlet gets a proper title. Banner below will take you to the first fixin’ of this week (#17).



Thanksgiving Fixin’s Outtake 17

Thanksgiving Fixin’s Outtake 18

Thanksgiving Fixin’s Outtake 19



Here’s what else got updated this week:


Chapter 15 – Deception


Chapter 15 – Kismet


Hinterland Shades SWC entry


Chapter 16 – My Prophet

Thanksgiving Fixin’s #14-16 and what else you may have missed…

I’m caught up in a baking/writing frenzy so I figured I get this out early before I accidentally forget… The Thanksgiving Fixin’s have all been gathered together again here, this week they were all connected and there will probably be a couple of extra ‘chapters’ attached to it from next week on. When it comes to it’s natural end I’ll split it off as a story on its own as I’m really not willing to take on another multi-chapter story right now, still searching for an appropriate title in the meantime…. below are the chapters that also got updated this week in case you missed any of those, enjoy 😉




Thanksgiving Fixin’s 14-16



Here’s what else got updated this week:

Chapter 14- Daze

Chapter 15 – Curia

Chapter 13 – Later

From Time Immemorial: Chapter 13 and the fixin’ continues!

The latest chapter is here and since this story was birthed from Sephrenia’s Writing Challenge I feel it my duty to constantly remind you to go over to her site and check out all the entries and vote for your favourites… Next fixin’s is below or here and there’s a link at the end of the chapter if you prefer to read that first. As with the last fixin’ you’ll need to have read #14 and #15 for this to make sense, find them all one page here. (Sorry about all the ‘heres’)

Note for the new followers: since the ending of season 7 I have been using the announcement posts for the chapters to quickly fix or simply fathom an explanation in short snippets for that lacklustre ending to make it all the more palatable with a S/E hea under the name of Thanksgiving Fixin’s… find all the ones written so far here.


A/N: It should probably be noted that I apologise in advance for what reading this might do to your poor minds…




“Wait, does that mean if Eric had just stuck around in Shreveport instead of running round the world for that New Blood business of his this could have been resolved years ago?” Sookie suddenly questioned waking flames to old fires.


“The Northman is a very hard man to track down,” Niall replied carefully.


“Tell me about it,” Pam groaned in memory of her own re-enactment of ‘Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?’ with a rather elusive Viking vampire.


“I think my efforts should have been better spent in pursuit of you,” Niall hinted suggestively at Pam who carried an appreciative grin, welcoming his advances.


“Gross!” Sookie cried out with the thought of her great grandfather seriously pursuing Pam. She had merely taken it as role playing on both their accounts before but now that it seemed a real possibility her stomach churned at the thought of Pam becoming her great grandmother.


An apologetic hand soothed her over her clothed accompanied by a whispered sorry as guilt flooded their bond over what Eric’s inadvertent absence had caused.


“You didn’t know,” Sookie returned softly as she identified the self-inflicting pain. “Would you have believed him anyhow?”


“I don’t know,” he confessed honestly. “Had he promised me another chance with you I think I would have gambled with the possibility regardless.”


She nodded appreciatively reserving her anger for another more idiotic individual. Frustratingly she had found it very difficult to remain mad at Eric, where she missed his typifying arrogance she knew he hadn’t lied when he told Idiot Sookie that he was more with his memories. There were changes in him that she could appreciate and perhaps with her in his life those qualities may never have emerged.


There was no old and new Eric Northman, he simply was and it gave her the confidence that no matter what, he would accept the two Sookie Stackhouses as one who was simply more. “You know I’m actually glad that she let you go, now I have you all to myself.”


He kissed the temple of her head softly while absent-mindedly rubbing the flat of her stomach revelling in the thought that soon it would be filled with a child they had both instantly taken ownership of from the moment they heard it was theirs. The word ‘Mine’ that seemed so intrinsic to all vampiric relations seemed paltry now, when there was such a concept of ‘theirs’ and ‘ours’. Eric held a small smirk as they sensed the same thing through the bond, “I guess we both had to suffer in our time apart.”


“I think you got the worst end of the deal,” Sookie sighed as she considered the completely unpredictable nature of Idiot Sookie. “Sorry.”


“What do you have to be sorry for?” Eric asked with confusing missing the intent in her words.


“For this,” she answered before Eric was overcome with a stinging sensation on his cheek and felt the residual pain flow through the flatly held palm of her hand as a satisfying slap rang through the air. Only to be followed by another and another with every reason she could unearth from her mind. “Fucking flesh of marble! Asshole! For leaving me alone to wonder round a cemetery for years! For thinking Idiot Sookie was the real me! For thinking sunbathing unprotected on some mountain top is a smart idea! For being so damn noble all the time!”


Niall and Pam chuckled at the sight and sounds of Fairy Sookie’s practice round on Eric, when all her anger over the situation finally dissipated her chest heaved heavily from the exertion before she started to replace the slaps with tender kisses to the near pink flesh of his cheek. “For caring for everyone but yourself. For never giving up hope when I was abducted by Queen Mab. For looking after the people I care for through no obligation of your own. For risking your life at every turn so others have a chance to become as old as you. For thawing that thousand year old heart of yours when you thought you were incapable of doing so. For the simplicity of your dying wish to be a kiss from me.”


At her last words Pam quickly tugged Niall up who grumbled discontentedly at his interruption of dinner and entertainment. Having to suffer through their loving displays of affection for two consecutive nights had Pam at her limit, only with the promise of more pasta in the kitchen did Niall perk up just in time for the two not to stand witness to a re-enactment of a kiss that had defined Eric and Sookie’s beginnings.


“I’m sorry for Idiot Sookie,” she whispered when air had finally caught her lungs during a reprieve of the joint sensation of lips and tongues. “You should totally get to slap her too.”


“She may not be you,” he returned thoughtfully. “But she’s still a part of you. I don’t think I can hate her, no matter how much she hurt me. I don’t think I can ever hurt the woman carrying my child either.”


“You’re probably right,” Sookie pouted, naturally the amorous vampire couldn’t let that sight go without a nibble of her jutted out lip before it was swallowed into another deepened kiss. “Eric I don’t want to wait anymore.”


“Let’s get you downstairs,” he grinned lasciviously.


“Eric, Stop!” she shrieked reminding him of the more innocent girl that had once fearlessly walked into his bar and dared to sass him. Begrudgingly his intended movement to take her and ravish every inch of skin on her body came to an immediate halt, although his impatience with the situation was clearly legible on his confused face. “I don’t want to wait till she gives birth to our child. We made it,” Sookie continued as her eyes rolled with her next sentence. “All three of us. So I want to give birth to our baby.”


“I’d like that,” Eric whispered huskily into her ear. “You know it’s a nice thought that we are three now and there will be three again soon.”


“I just pray to god our baby inherits nothing from that unintelligible bitch.”


“Pamela has her flaws but I still love her for them,” Eric offered consolingly with the thought that they might actually end up with a Stupid Sookie for a child.


“You’re a better man than me,” Sookie groaned with the prospect. “But hey she’ll be at least a half of you. She can never be that stupid.”


“Don’t be ridiculous, we’re obviously having a boy,” he scoffed.


Obviously,” she retorted with palpable sarcasm, before she could utter more contempt for his assumption her fired lips were tempered by his cool mouth as they both came to the realisation that no matter what the sex of the baby would be, they would celebrate it for the magic being that it was. Ordinary or extraordinary. Even if it turned out to have a box of rocks for a brain.


“Shall we go ask Niall now to reunite us?” she enquired after standing up to go back inside.


“Can we wait until tomorrow,” Eric requested after some thought.


“Now you want to wait?”


“I’ve always wanted to crash that Thanksgiving feast that she refuses to invite me to every year,” he offered sheepishly.


“That’s it Eric Northman tonight I’m helping you relocate your balls,” Sookie spoke with determination while cupping the afore mentioned objects, to which he growled excitedly. “But you do have a point, let her bloated ass do all the cooking this year.”


“Excellent,” he grinned as he was already mentally mapping out how they could fill the hours in between. They moved back to the kitchen in search of her great grandfather, Sookie shuffling her feet at high speeds with impatience as Eric stalked behind her, leisurely taking in the view of her rear. Unfortunately their distracted minds left them completely unprepared for the scene that they startled upon in the kitchen.


“EEEEEWWWW!” Sookie screamed in horror as she took in the sight of the brightly lit kitchen island where a naked Pam, bar a pair of red heels, was covered in spaghetti which the undisturbed Prince of the Fae was suckling languidly from her breasts. The couple remained completely unimpressed by their newfound audience, Pam cast them a dismissively waving hand, informing they would be with them in a minute while their jaws did their best not to drop completely to the floor. Sookie instantly shut the door on the spectacle, relieve washing over her as she was no longer able to hear the slurping and suckling noises that were coming from Niall’s mouth as he ate his fill.


“Next time we have to work on temperature control,” Niall informed Pam when they finally emerged from the kitchen fully clothed. The back of his hand wiped the corner of his mouth to remove the last remnants of red sauce. His lips, however, were still noticeably swollen from earlier activities. “I like my spaghetti and my woman warm,” he growled while catching her by the waist where he proceeded to bluntly bite at the curve of her neck.


“Only if you let me give you a makeover,” she purred in return. “The shoes can stay of course.”


Sookie and Eric both shifted uncomfortably on the sofa before Niall took notice of them again. “Right, I assume you are ready to merge with that brainless version of yours now.”


“We’d like to wait till tomorrow,” Sookie said meekly as she continued to stare at the pattern on the area rug as she tried fervently to bleach her own brain from the images of the night. She never considered the state of bliss that idiotic version of her must reside in as the world just stupidly passes you by.


“Let her cook that meal, very smart. But there better be spaghetti.”


“Oh yes,” Pam moaned with delight causing a chorus of opposing shudders to reverberate around the room.


In shock of the continued display Sookie clamped her hands fiercely to her face in some desperate attempt to make it all go away. A heavy paperback was tossed into her lap by her great grandfather that advised her to better read up on what to expect now that she would be expecting.


“Is there anything…” Sookie started still finding it hard to look Niall or Pam in the eyes where they were absolutely unapologetic about their exploits. “Pain management,” she finally managed to stutter out. “Can Eric’s blood do something for it, otherwise I want to be in a hospital and be as high as a kite.”


“Hasn’t anyone taught you anything about the way of the fae,” Niall chuckled, which only deepened in timbre when she hotly retorted a big fat no and quickly averted her eyes away again. “That baby’s going to feel as good coming out as it did when it was made. Perk of the fae.”


“Oh,” Sookie said in confusion. “Oh!” Her eyes were wide with the sudden realisation of what he meant.


“O indeed,” Pam leered with her eyebrows raised impossibly high as an appreciative hand travelled down Niall’s chest which puffed out proudly with the attention. “The big O.”


At Pamela’s further humiliation of Sookie her cheeks flushed red as an embarrassed heat overtook her body. Niall observed it with a hearty grin before he audibly whispered into the vampire beside him, “See Pamela that is the exact temperature you need to be for our next meal.”


A/N: So apologies again for that mental imagery… I haven’t decided yet whether I will continue this storyline or not over multiple fixin’s, I’ll think it over on the weekend. I still feel there needs to be a meeting of the Sookies but I don’t want to endlessly drag this single snippet out so we’ll see but the personalities in this have been very persistent including in their perversions, which I swear is all them…







Chapter 13 – Later



Thanksgiving Fixin’s #11-13 and a bonus fixin’ !

There’s an extra fixin’ in this posting read the A/N at the end for more info… All of this week’s fixin’s have been gathered again find them collected on the banner and page link below…




“Leave me alone, I can do it!” the blonde vampire snapped at Jason who was precariously watching over the melee that was Pam in her movements around the infant girl.


“You have to take the flap and then… I think,” he tried to explain although the confusion was clearly written all over his face as his nails scratched at his head revealing he lacked any insight to the process.


“You’re supposed to be the father?” she drawled out with a heightened frown as her hands moved at preternatural speeds that his mortal eyes could barely follow. “Some things never change in a century.” With an exaggerated roll of the eyes she thrust the soiled diaper and used baby wipes into his hands as if it were toxic waste, it was accompanied by a look that indicated he better dispose of it in at least a 500 yard range. With hesitance Jason left the blonde vampire behind with his youngest daughter as he wordlessly followed her orders. In Pam’s opinion a little glamour never hurt anyone. Ginger had only seemed to improve with it.


The female vampire looked the baby over suspiciously for any residual filth before taking off her gasmask and rubber gloves. It was only through Sookie’s intervention that she hadn’t been allowed to wear her intended hazmat suit. “Get used to it,” Pam grumbled to herself as she recited the words her maker had spoken to her. “Get used to it Pam,” the vampiress repeated for accuracy. “Never do they say ‘Get used to it Willa’. Because Willa is little Miss Perfection. Never done a thing wrong her entire life. Miss Goody Two-shoes been babysitting poopshits like you since the age of thirteen. Evil bitch.”


For extra precaution Pam doused herself in hand sanitizer as she had heard humans speak of this thing called cooties that she refused to catch. “Can you imagine that Marie, I have to get used to the likes of you because my maker is having one. Little smelly teacups.”


The blonde babe merely stared at the strange lady with the unmoving face, annoyed with her lack of responsiveness Pam hissed and threw out her fangs in demonstration of the superior race. Instead of the usual scamper and fright baby Marie merely giggled and blew bubbles with the drool upon her lips.


“You’re okay I guess,” Pam mused regarding the possible accessory as she prodded at the tiny belly button. “A few extensions, a better wardrobe… it could work. You don’t smell as bad as the other tiny humans. Just need to figure out how to stop you from leaking from every hole.”


With careful scrutiny she observed the instructions on the bag of diapers taking in the diagrams step by step. “The best defence against diaper rash is a dry bottom, achieved through regular diaper checks and changes,” Pam read aloud. “What the fuck is air drying?” she scoffed before growling to the wide eyed girl, “Stay!” If only to spook the vampire further the giggles had now turned into full blown laughs.


“Who the fuck is going to wait on a baby to dry in the air,” Pam mumbled dismissively as she plugged in her travel blow dryer and set to dry the child’s behind in a much more efficient manner. “Idiots.”


“Petroleum jelly?” she questioned as she took in the proceeding step. “We’ll leave that toxic shit for the twat lips of the world,” Pam cooed in a tone that frightened her to another death with the mere knowledge that she possessed it. She stuck a carefully manicured finger to her descended fangs and proceeded to rub her healing blood over the inflamed bottom. When she was satisfied all was rehabilitated she wiped away the remnants of blood to admire her handiwork. “You’re going to need a shapely ass if you ever want to make it out of this hellhole, not like your stupid aunt Sookie who sucks everyone in with her magic fairy cunt. Now say thank you to Auntie Pam for helping mini-me to break out of this shithole.”


A mere look of curiosity was given in return at which Pam decided to just continue by placing a new diaper underneath her bottom. “Right little bears on the top,” she mumbled to herself remembering the instructions while Marie’s little legs started flaying about restlessly with the vampire’s cool touch on her skin. “Be still!” Pam demanded to little effect as she tried hopelessly to stick the side tabs in place.


“There,” she announced proudly to the prattling infant as the final step was completed. “It’s not as hard as everyone makes it out to be.” However, all pride in her achievement was soon lost when she lifted Marie by the waist and the diaper fell apart and back onto the commode.


“Fuck it!” Pam declared as she grabbed the roll of duct tape from her designer purse. “This is usually for twat lips and her incessant whining,” she explained with all seriousness to the wondering bulging eyes of the child whose hands reached up towards the new shiny item that dangled in front of her. “But it’ll do for this, don’t move.”


With discerning scrutiny Pam finally released the roll of tape before she carefully tested the hold of the tightly wrapped diaper to her satisfaction. “Silver’s not your colour,” she commented. “Lucky you, you’re an autumn type like me, which means we get to wear pink and reds.” Pleased with this information Pam started contemplating which outfits in her wardrobe she would have replicated in miniature size.


“Seriously is there anything in this town that doesn’t come from Walmart,” the blonde vampire growled with revulsion as she took in the intended outfit for the night. “Poly-blend? Honestly do they want to see you choke to death before your first birthday? Idiots. Fuck it.”




“Can you say that mini me? Fuck it,” Pam tried engaging the baby in speech again. “Fuuuuuck it.”


“Ugh,” Marie offered with a look as if she had just tasted something foul in her mouth.


“Well at least it’s a statement of disgust,” Pam shrugged as she fastened the last of the tiny buttons.




“Repeat,” she demanded stoically which only garnered another burst of giggles from her conversational counterpart. Eyes narrowed to hard slits when Pam commanded, “Again.”


“pa- ahm.”


“Yes mini-me, Pam,” the blonde vampire said with great approval. “That just got you your first Chanel bag. None of that made in China shit for my number one girl.”


With ease and grace she picked up Marie carefully while fully supporting the girl’s head like she had seen many women do and insistently demand of others for over a century. She cursed her maker and his stupid fairy wife internally for thinking her completely incapable around the tiniest of the species. They just seemed to conveniently forget that her vault registered everything, even unwanted information like child rearing. The little girl in her arms let out a sleepy yawn despite her desire to look at the life sized Barbie her older sisters always played with.


“They look at me like I would eat you mini-me. As if. I’m not aspiring to be anorexic,” Pam huffed out as she sat them both down in the rocking chair lulling the child to sleep. “My unparalleled physique is a result of a lifetime of corsets. Not like silly women today and their diets. None of that for you mini-me, no one likes to be poked by bones during sex. Well some like a certain bone but you and I are lucky not to have those icky things of flesh.”


Another little yawn escaped from the infant as her tiny hand reached for a lock of the vampire’s hair and held it to her cheek caressing it softly. Pam’s hand gently stroked the fair baby hairs on her head in return as the other held her firmly to her chest. She gave the child a stern look, “Tell anyone I sang to you and you will die a gruesome death,” Pam warned seriously to which Marie gave a tired giggle. “It’s good we have an understanding then.”


A small cough cleared her throat before Pam recited the nursery rhyme that she had forced her governesses to sing to her over and over again in her younger years.


Die, pussy, die,
Shut your little eye:
When you wake,
Find a cake,
Die, pussy, die.


After repeating the verse more than once in a strangely soothing yet monotone voice, the baby fell contentedly to sleep atop Pam. With the unexpected bundle of warmth that rested on top of her, she too fell into downtime.


“See I told you it would work,” Sookie whispered to Eric, her eyes gleaming with pride. “A few minutes with Marie and even her shrivelled up ovaries are exploding. My little niece can wrap even the coldest of hearts round those little fingers. Heaven help Jason when she’s all grown.”


“You don’t have to whisper,” he returned at a slightly elevated volume to indicate they were merely observing through the nanny cam hidden in one of the teddy bears and were out of clear range of Pam’s sensitised hearing.


“We’re doing secret spy stuff. You’re supposed to whisper,” she retorted with a whisper shout.


He gave a small chuckle as his hand traced the contours of her belly. “Heaven help me if this turns out to be a mini-you.”


“What’s that supposed to mean,” she hissed back testily.


“That I wouldn’t know which one of you to love more,” he covered quickly of his slip. If anything the past eight and a half months had taught to him to placate to her every will as seemingly random bursts of anger erupted from her throughout Sookie’s pregnancy. “So Pam passed the test?”


“Yeah,” Sookie smiled before giving him a chaste kiss to the lips. “Except she’ll need to learn a different nursery rhyme repertoire. That sounded like some horrible death metal anthem. Why don’t you go get Pam while I welcome the last of our guests?”


“Of course,” he returned obligingly before placing a soft kiss to her forehead and one on top of the belly that ensconced their future child. “Just make sure Willa’s boyfriend isn’t sitting in my seat again. Every fucking family dinner I have to kick his werehole ass out of it.”


“Eric, be nice!” Sookie admonished. “He cooked the turkey and everything.”


“He’s not good enough for my Willa,” Eric harrumphed showing his disdain for the Alfa were once more. Of all Willa’s boyfriends that had come and gone in the past few years none had been able to stand Eric’s scrutiny for beyond a month and it grated him to no end that the current man in his Willa’s life lacked the sense to back down and submit. It had been a trying few months aside from the pregnancy. “She doesn’t need anyone that can cook.”


A pointed glare from Sookie was met with a resigning sigh before Eric sped off to the upstairs to retrieve his other daughter. A small smile graced Sookie’s face as she rubbed her stomach serenely with knowledge only she possessed as she whispered to the child inside, “Heaven help him when he finds out he’s having another girl.”


A/N: Pam’s little nursery rhyme is an actual one from Victorian times as printed in early renditions of Mother Goose but it seemed written for Pam so I just couldn’t help but include it….


As some of you may have noticed I’ve been a little remiss in my usual updating schedule. In fear of sounding like twatlips26… I’ve been sick, I woke up Saturday morning with a disturbing pain in my abdomen and a pounding headache to match. I know what it is, I have it once every other year if I’m lucky and I’m pretty much doubled over in pain for about 48 hrs, of which I have about 12 left to go. Who knows it might also be karmic retribution for writing about twatlips26… Anyways I’m taking it to mean that I need to slow down a little, listen to my body and take a rest. I contemplated putting out unedited chapters but I rather you wait for the coherent thing. So for the upcoming week I ask you to be patient, I’ll get to editing when I can. This fixin’ was ready to go so I figured it was a nice offer to end the week in lieu of new chapters. Make sure to check out the Thanksgiving Fixing’s 11-13 page as all those morbid pictures of Bill at Six Flags finally came in… 😉





Thanksgiving Fixin’s 11-13



Here’s what else got updated this week:

Chapter 12 – Tease

Chapter 14 – Want

From Time Immemorial: Chapter 12 and the next fixin’!

Next chapter is up and we’re back with Eric and Sookie after some quality time with Pam. Newest Fixin‘ is here or below, it’s another how the hell did that happen… fingers crossed that WP is co-operating and posts at the first go…




“Give it back you giant freak!” she wheezed out with her effort to regain the controller.


“No,” he taunted while holding the object of her desire from her with his height advantage.


“Please?” she asked batting her eyelashes that had him weak at the knees with the sight.


“How about a trade?” Eric leered with a flicker of his tongue across his top lip.


“I’m not showing you my boobs asshole!”


“No need,” he grinned lasciviously. “I already have quite the view from above.”


Sookie gasped in horror as her hands desperately clambered to obstruct the enticing sight and retain the dignity her grandmother had always instilled in her. “What do you wanna trade then? Because I’m piss poor.”


“A kiss.”




“Why not?” he asked as a finger trailed over the bare expanse of her skin. “You know it would be good.”


“You know why,” she returned pointedly.


“You had no objections when it was on the screen.”


“That was different,” Sookie replied shyly.




“It just is ok,” she pouted. “Just give it back please? Why do you always have to make the sheriff all evil anyway?”


“Because I’m the Big Bad,” he exclaimed with glee.


“Wrong show, Eric.”


“We’re both fucking blonde and we’re both evil so who cares,” Eric teased back.


“You’re not evil,” she denied. “You just pretend to be.”


“What do you know about it,” he returned defensively not all too happy with the change of tone.


“I used to think you were made of cold hard stone, Eric Northman,” Sookie said with soft eyes that always seemed to haunt him in his dreams. “You feel.”


He gave a derisive snort in an attempt to deny her statement but finally gave in and handed the game controller back to her, though still reluctant to let go. “I’ll give it back if you promise to kill Bill,” he proposed with his hands still firmly in control of the device. “I’ll even give you my stake since you used yours up on killing that Warlow.”


“No!” she exclaimed incensed. “I like him he’s noble and sweet. And so human, they’re supposed to end up together.”


“Right,” Eric expressed sternly, the thought disgusting him thoroughly. “I’m crushing this controller because that’s not how it’s supposed to end.” There was no way he was going to allow the Sookie character to end up with the fucktard they had named after the spine-chilling neighbour from across the street. Eric had caught the perverted asshole sneaking a peek over the fence whenever Sookie sunbathed in the backyard more than once. Granted Eric did much of the same but at least they resided in the same age bracket.


“No!” Sookie shrieked with the thought of Eric’s real threat in destroying the controller. “I’ll give you a peck.”


“And no more Billshit.”


“Fine,” she huffed before brushing his cheeks quickly with her trembling lips. “But you stay away from that Sylvie.”


“She’s dead already,” he shrugged without a hint of remorse. “Like I’d let those Yakuza fucks kill my fuck awesome sidekick Pam.”


“You think my brother and your sister are doing the same thing as us?” Sookie pondered aloud.


“Play this retarded game? Fuck no, if I know my sister she’s directing your brother to the finest carpets Sweden has to offer while offering expert tips on how to munch away at them.”


“Eric!” she cried out as her cheeks tinted a bright red with the mere idea.


His head turned to the side taking in the enticing sight. “Now if you let me have a go on you, that would be exactly what you’d be screaming. Why don’t you just allow me to uncover that rug,” he leered while his hand trailed over the bare skin of her thighs.


“You’re gross,” she squawked out unconvincingly as her body flushed with further embarrassment but somewhere she found her wits to hijack his controller. “Ha,” she yelled in triumph. “Now you have Hep-V!”


“For fuck’s sake… Thanks a lot Sookie!” Eric growled out with annoyance as he grasped his controller back. “Fucking hell, I’m paralyzed for months.”


“Just play with the Pam character,” Sookie encouraged. “Do you have to keep using the f-word?”


“Unless you’re offering the act, yes.”


“You’re so gross.”


“Only for Sookie,” he said throatily while caressing the small of her back.


“Stop!” she returned unconvincingly. “You’re distracting me… No! Alcide!”


“Well that solves that problem,” Eric returned dryly as he tossed over a doggy treat to the white husky in the corner of the room carrying the same name. “How long do we have to play this game?” he moaned. “We both know how this ends.”


“And how’s that?” she asked while her tongue darted out in renewed concentration.


“You, me, a great big bed where you happily writhe underneath me as I initiate you into ecstasy,” he intoned evenly before transforming his voice to a particularly high pitched version as his own hands exaggeratedly caressed his body, “Oh! Eric!”


“HUSH!” Sookie squealed out wile clamping her hand over his mouth to which his tongue immediately ran out to lick at her fingers sensuously. “ERIC!”


“Yes, exactly like that,” he taunted while she fought his wondering hands off.


“No! Now I have Hep-V too!”


“Ha ha! You’re going to infect Bill!”


“No,” Sookie pouted. “How are they going to have their happily ever after?”


“Call in the fairy prince. He’ll do anything for spaghetti.”


“I want to start over Eric,” she whined. “And this time I get to pick the names. My first love can’t be Creepy Compton from across the street. There’s no way they can live happily Hep-V ever after, plus I accidentally killed Alcide. I kinda liked him…”


“Here,” Eric sighed while taking the controller and pulling up her inventory screen. “Look you still have plenty of boosters and that supernova.”


“But Hep-V”


“I’ll find the cure with Pam. Look she already found me in some wine cellar,” he offered hoping to finish the game as soon as possible. “I need it for the Viking too.”


“Ok,” Sookie agreed half-heartedly. “But what do I do about Arlene, Holly and Jane Bodehouse?”


“I’ll come and help you.”


“Thanks,” she smiled with a sideways glance. “Hey Eric, you want a drink?”


“Sure,” he replied and as soon as her back was turned he un-paused the game and rapidly set his fingers to work to Sookie’s controller.


“Eric! What did you do?” Sookie said horrified as she returned with the tray of drinks.


“Come on we look good together,” he said smugly as the Sookie and Eric characters were reunited on screen. “Look all your hearts are fully filled.”


“Stop it,” she admonished retaking her controller. “Just help me save these people from Bon Temps, otherwise I won’t make it to the next level.”


“Fine,” he sighed with a hint of dejection. “Fucking Bill. Why does he get to knock down the door? Asshole.”


“Be nice.”


“Aren’t I always nice?” he mocked. “Look what we can achieve if we work together. You only seem to get everyone killed with that douchey Bill.”


“It’s not his fault he had a terrible maker.” Eric merely scoffed at that as she continued to ignore his disgruntled demeanour. “Darnit Arlene, don’t give up on me. I’m not gonna make this level if you don’t live.”


“Whatever you want Willa, there you’re released. I only turned you for the maker points.”


“You’re such a cold hearted bastard.”


“Cold hearted bastard who now knows exactly where to find Sarah Newlin,” he returned triumphantly.




“Shit the fucking Yakuza again,” Eric groaned. “I thought we were done with those fuckers.”


“They’re after Sarah Newlin too?” Sookie asked momentarily distracted from her own play on the split screen.


“Hey they’re my new allies! Look I’m cured!”


“Oh my God!” Sookie cried out and without a thought hugged him tight, his leering appraisal had her instantly letting go. Her embarrassment became apparent as she mumbled a sorry while pulling away.


“Niall totally wasted my time,” she muttered trying to distract from the awkwardness she had created.


“Bring Bill to me, then we can get him cured,” Eric instructed. “No! You need to sneak him in. Why would you come on your own through the front door?”


“You said to go to Fangtasia,” she replied testily. “Hey I’m no fangbanger Mr Gus!”


“Really?” Eric questioned with a quirked brow.


“Two vampires does not a fangbanger make.”


“Three including Warlow.”


“That was a bonus level. Besides he was a faepire so it so doesn’t count,” she tried to justify.


“If you say so.”


“Argh!” Sookie exclaimed pushing at all the different buttons with frustration. “Bill won’t drink the cure.”


“Let me try.”


“You slapped him!” she shrieked. “Give it back!”


“Change to the Jessica character. Anything?”


“No she can only be released.”


“That’s not right she’s already been released,” Eric scrutinised.


“You think it’s a glitch in the game?”


“Try it. Releasing Willa gave me shit ton of extra bonus points.”


“Ok,” Sookie returned. “Nothing.”


“Strange,” Eric mused taking in her side of the screen. “Fuck not again! Pam you are the worst child ever! How many times are you going to let little Japanese men catch you! Sorry Sookie expect an upcoming visit from the Japanese.”


“I can’t have that. I’m trying to save Bill!”


“Leave him to die, he doesn’t want to be saved.”




“Here,” he said in offering after a quick succession of moves she couldn’t follow. “Look he’s going to ‘call’ on you. Now just let my character fly you home so we can finish up this level.”


“Hey that looks like fun,” she smiled.


“Told you we’re good together. Let’s just finish the game here.”


“I want to finish the final level,” Sookie moaned while jutting out her bottom lip that made him give in to her every demand.


“Fine,” he sighed. Again. “Just click through the Bill dialogues if you let him ramble on like that he’s just going to turn to goo out of sheer self-importance.”


“I like his accent.”


Eric could only roll his eyes at her moon eyed gaze for the annoying Civil War veteran as he speedily ran through his final level. “Ha! Take that Yakuza, New Blood is mine!”


“Hey, you won.”


He merely shrugged as they watched the Viking sheriff happily bop his head on screen.


“Bill wants me to kill him with my fairy light,” Sookie voiced with confusion.


“Just stake the bastard,” Eric proposed in exasperation as his lanky form fell to the back of the sofa.


“No that’s not very loving. Maybe my fairy light will make him human.”


“Whatever, just get it done. I’m so over this game.”


“Eric I can’t. I’ll lose all my fairy points.”


“Use the shovel!” he said pointing to the item onscreen.


“I don’t want to do this,” Sookie whimpered as her eyes were becoming wet with tears after she fashioned a stake out of the shovel.


“You want me to do it?” Eric asked softly his hands reaching tentatively over hers on the controller.


“No,” she returned moving her hands away from his. “I’ll do it.” Her eyes squeezed shut tightly as she pressed the button that turned Bill into a satisfying splat. “What the fuck? Game Over? But I did everything they asked. I saved Bill.”


“Told you, Sookie needs to end up with Eric.”


“That can’t be right,” she whispered as her bottom lip threatened to quiver with oncoming tears. He moved in closer gently, his arms surrounding hers as he released her tight grip on the controller while his face encroached to hers. “Eric what are you doing?”


“Getting the right ending,” he breathed out against her lips.


“Stop playing,” Sookie protested meekly moving her body away from him into the soft couch but his body only followed hers in her futile attempt to escape, his approach effectively caging her in.


“I’m not playing,” he said leaning in for a kiss but leaving her to close the final gap.


“I thought you were just playing me. Like everyone else.”


“I’m not. You’re the only one I don’t want to play with,” Eric spoke throatily and when the tip of her tongue jutted out to wet her lips in anticipation he moved in claiming her lips as his own. Slowly but steadily she let him in and what started chaste deepened as tongues explored the feel of one another in a soft embrace while a hardened groin started to seek a welcoming centre between her thighs, moving them both to a steady rising heat.


“Oh my gosh,” she whispered with a smile that rivalled his as they both sought out air, neither one all too fond of the distance between their mouths. His lips continued to trail down her throat as her eyes travelled up with the sheer sensation. “Oh my God!” Sookie shrieked as she caught sight of Creepy Compton rubbing away furiously at the pathetic piece of flesh dangling between his legs as he hid behind the glass of the bay window, holding what could only be described as a constipated expression.




“Mr. Compton!”


Eric moved off of her instantly as Sookie thrust her Gran’s shotgun into his hands that she had resourcefully retrieved from its hiding place underneath the couch. “Hold him off!”


“Where are you going?” he asked with confusion as he aimed the barrel at the intruding neighbour who finally caught on to his predicament holding his hands up in the air pathetically.


“Getting the fucking shovel!”



Chapter 12 – Tease



Thanksgiving Fixin’s #8-10

The Fixin’s from this week are all collected in one page again and the next couple are ready and waiting to be written. Enjoy!


Thanksgiving Fixin’s # 8-10

here’s what else was updated this week in case you missed one:


Gyllene’s HEA contest entry, a Thanksgiving Fixin’s outtake: Intervention

Galatea’s Descent: Chapter 13 – Need

6 Months to Live: Chapter 13 – Safe

Bonfire of the Vanities : Chapter 14 – Broken

What once was a Thanksgiving Fixin’……….

For some reason this post didn’t show up in my reader so if you got this twice apologies…..


This little one-shot started off as a Thanksgiving Fixin’ but grew into something on its own. Basically a wonderfully naive Bill fan hopefully wrote somewhere “what if Sookie’s baby was Bill’s” and it made me laugh really hard at the thought of Sookie carrying around Bill’s baby for four years and in combination with his smoke baby visions I couldn’t resist writing this…. since it became something as close to a HEA that I’ll ever write I entered it into Gyllene’s HEA competition. For all the other entries head on over there. Virala wrote the wonderful winning entry Had to Know and as soon as I read it I knew it was the clear winner. So congrats to her and the other winners.








What once was a Thanksgiving Fixin’……….

This little one-shot started off as a Thanksgiving Fixin’ but grew into something on its own. Basically a wonderfully naive Bill fan hopefully wrote somewhere “what if Sookie’s baby was Bill’s” and it made me laugh really hard at the thought of Sookie carrying around Bill’s baby for four years and in combination with his smoke baby visions I couldn’t resist writing this…. since it became something as close to a HEA that I’ll ever write I entered it into Gyllene’s HEA competition. For all the other entries head on over thereVirala wrote the wonderful winning entry Had to Know and as soon as I read it I knew it was the clear winner. So congrats to her and the other winners.