RE: MY FICS – WAS GONNA DO A POLL

But I couldn’t figure out how to do one with the wonky layout WP has now.

So, write in the comments (*sigh* if the comment section is actually showing right then – if not, the just refresh until it magically appears…) WHAT STORY YOU WOULD LIKE ME TO WORK ON FIRST.

Yeah, you heard me.

I can PROMISE nothing, nothing at all, but I am definitely interested in finding out which of my WIPs y’all would most like my muse to visit if that FLB will agree to do so.

She hasn’t been around in quite some time what with death and amputations and brain fog and pandemics and personal losses and the fact that, yeah, she’s a flighty little bitch and I don’t blame her a bit... But I need something pleasant to concentrate on. No idea if it will do any good, but hell, nothing else is working.

Whu-whaa??

See, despite my best efforts and prayers and pleas to the universe, my life is going even further down into that damnable shitter – “money” has plummeted to the point that I’m not sure which bill I can pay this month and that gut-twisting panic is taking “mood” and “health” right along with it.

Talk about a hay ride from hell. DO. NOT. RECOMMEND.

Now that I know all too well how cold and cruel the world really is, I desperately need to force my attention elsewhere, especially while I still have power, to try to keep from focusing solely on what a pathetic waste my life is. Keep in mind that whichever fic “wins”, lol, will have to be reread with a fine-toothed comb (why did I make some of my plots so twisty??), so please don’t expect anything soon. Or at all…I know I’m worthless. (FREE ADVICE: DON’T HAVE BAD HEALTH AND BRAIN FOG IN AMERICA.)

And on a totally different and completely unrelated note, anybody got any Cliff’s Notes on my stories?? Inability to focus and concentrate have severely impacted my ability to even remember my plot weavings, much less keep them straight, and THAT RIGHT THERE is the main reason my writing has suffered.

So, if you still have a favorite WIP fic after All This Time (and OMG thank you if you do!!!), please let me know in the sometimes-appearing comments section which one it is, and if there are more than one, please list them in order.

And know that you guys are the best readers a writer could ever have. Yes, I admit it, I still go back and read y’all’s comments and reviews when my soul needs a little nudge. I also know that I’ve lost a lot of readers/followers over time because I’m no longer a productive member of the fanfom, and that’s totally understandable, but to those of you who have stuck by me, who have reached out and become genuine friends with me despite my failures and giganto boxes of whine, you badasses are the fucking BEST. You deserve literal gold for putting up with me and I heartfully appreciate every single one of you.

Ok, I’ll hush up now and wish y’all the best day. Hugs and obligatory PayPal link below as well as a hopefully-appearing comment box…if it decides to show…

~Mer

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HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY + AN E/S ONE-SHOT!!

Yes, you heard that right – after a hiatus of HOW FREAKIN’ LONG I have managed to write A Thing. I know! Shocked me, too! I’ll add it to the site proper-like later…if I remember how. WP changed w/o my permission, y’all. There has been cussin’ involved.

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An Eric and Sookie Valentine Short

A/N:  This one-shot is set in no particular time, no particular story/Universe – it’s just a one-off where there’s no Beehl, no Fellowship of the Ri…erm Sun, no Sams or Alcides or Fairies or whatever runnin’ around clouding the issue…  It’s just Eric and Sookie spending time together getting to know each other without interference.  (The way it should have been.) 

This is probably dumb but it’s my first attempt at writing in HOW MANY YEARS NOW? *bangs head – THE FLM’S HEAD – on desk* Do hope y’all enjoy it anyway.  It’s for you.

Enormous kudos go out to our lovely, patient, and absolutely amazing ○Kleannhouse○ for taking time out of her day to chisel and bang this mess into something readable.  Naturally I then had to go mucking about in it again afterwards so ALL mistakes are entirely mine.

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Someone stomped into the kitchen.

That was Sookie’s first clue.

The second clue was that they’d apparently entered via the back door instead of making an entrance via the official front door.

The third clue was a soft thump as something landed somewhere in her kitchen.

Something was up.

What the hell is he doing, she muttered to herself with a glare toward the kitchen. The timing and the lack of readable thoughts told her the kitchen-invader was a vampire.  The fact that they’d came in the back door meant they were either a regular visitor or at least felt at home there, so she wasn’t concerned about her safety…yet.

Wait a…

Eric.

She figured it had to be Eric. 

Stomping around…  Things thumping…  Bad mood, maybe?  Impatience?  Something.

He’d better not break any of gran’s crockery.

She sighed.  Here she was all wrapped up nice and warm and comfy on the sofa with a well read and reread book in her hands and an old movie playing on the possibly even older tv (the sound was down so she could concentrate on her book, of course; it was more for background noise than anything) and tall, blond, and handsome had to come stomping around in her kitchen of all places (why the kitchen?) and disturb her peace and quiet!

It wasn’t that unusual for Eric to stop by, though.

In fact, here lately he’d been dropping by oh-so-casually about every third night or so. 

Sometimes they had lively discussions where it seemed he delighted in getting her riled up over this or that, but a lot of times they’d just sit and watch whatever was on late-night tv or maybe pop in a movie.

To date he’d somehow managed to increase her old-movie collection by about quadruple.

She had to admit it was kind of nice, sometimes…ok, usually, and he always acted differently to how he’d act in that silly club of his.

But what was he doing here now and in her kitchen at that?

With a begrudging huff she marked her place in her book and started to unwrap herself from her cozy throw-cocoon but then stubbornly decided to wait it out.

If he wanted to talk to her, he could come find her.

It wasn’t like he didn’t have manpire senses at his disposal.

Then she heard the freezer door, two cabinet doors, and the refrigerator door open and shut.

Then – was that…what did he need with…?

Book forgotten, Sookie dislodged her wrappings as she slowly sat up, her concentration focused on the odd noises coming from her kitchen.

When she heard what had to be eggs being cracked – she’d lived with her gran far too long to not know what that sound meant – she couldn’t stand it anymore and had to investigate.

Barefoot, in baggy sweatpants and a half-tucked t-shirt, she padded to the kitchen door and…stared.

Eric, tall blond Viking vampire that he was, was standing at the counter glaring at egg goo as it dripped from his hand.

Apparently he’d missed the bowl that looked like it had flour in it.

A subsequent glance about the kitchen told her that no, it wasn’t flour.  On the table was an opened box of chocolate cake mix, three tubs of store-bought frosting, and a container of strawberries.

“Eric, what in the world are you doing?”

He looked up at her as she dashed to the kitchen sink and grabbed a paper towel and didn’t speak until she’d wiped the recalcitrant egg from his hand and the counter.

“Tonight starts Valentine’s Day,” he stated as though that clarified anything.

“Yeah, and?” 

She pulled him over to the sink and pointed at the tap for him to wash his hands, then tossed away the paper towel’d bundle of squished egg.

“I have to oversee the club tomorrow night as it will be packed.”

He didn’t seem pleased by this fact, and Sookie had to snort.  She knew exactly how some of Fangtasia’s Finest would dress and act.

To her surprise, he continued.

“Pam assures me this holiday is important especially to females who like to receive things that they like, so I have bought you a cake.  You like cake.” 

He nodded with purpose. 

“Now I have to make it.”  He glanced down at his now-clean hands. 

“Somehow.”

Once he was back at the bowl, however, he stared down at said egg…then at the eggs already in the bowl, then back to the egg in his hand.

Shaking her head and trying to control the huge grin demanding face-space, Sookie walked over and held her hand out.

While Sookie stood there with her jaw dropped, Eric sped back to the refrigerator and withdrew another egg.

“Here, gimme that.”

With unashamed relief, Eric gladly placed the dratted egg into her hand.

No more was said as she expertly cracked the egg and added the remaining ingredients until she handed Eric a wire whisk.

“Here, give this a good stir,” she instructed the bemused blond giant while she dragged out cake pans and set the oven to pre-heat.

She figured his vampire whisking skills would be better than hers for a lighter, fluffier cake.

He did as instructed and watched with clear curiosity as she buttered the cake pans and then put flour in them…only to knock it right back out. 

Humans, he thought for the billionth time, were weird.  Why did she put flour in pans then dump it out?  And what was with the butter? 

This cake-making proposition was becoming more unfathomable by the minute.

And it had all started out so simple, too.  Pam had remarked…remarkably casually for her… that human females liked receiving things on Valentine’s Day and that they liked receiving things that they actually liked.

Eric knew Sookie liked cake, and that she liked ice cream.  The ice cream – butter pecan because he recognized the scent – was easy enough to procure and he had even remembered to place it in the freezer part of her refrigerator when he’d first arrived.

It was the cake that was proving…untrustworthy.

Sure, he had inspected the baked and decorated cakes available in the market but they were all garish and weird, and they smelled like acrid chemicals.  When an elderly lady nearby had mentioned to her bedraggled cabbage-scented companion that cake mixes might be a better idea, he had silently followed them to that section of the store only to stare in dismay at the numerous offerings. 

How many types of chocolate cake mix did humans need?

With an eeny meeny miny moe, catch the Loki by the toe he’d grabbed the chocolatiest looking mix only to then be confounded by the concept and vast number of cake frostings in small containers.

To err on the side of caution, he’d selected three of the blasted things in different flavors – dark chocolate, cherry vanilla, and butter pecan – then fled to the fresh fruits section of the store. 

At least he recognized strawberries.

Sookie calling his name interrupted his musing.

“Eric, that’s enough.  That cake’s gonna be ten feet tall if you don’t stop.”

With a laugh she took the bowl from his hands, placed the whisk on a plate that had mysteriously appeared on the counter, and proceeded to divide the cake mix between two of the weirdly floured pans.

Once everything was in the oven baking, she grabbed the whisk and he thoroughly enjoyed watching her clean the lucky thing with her tongue.

“Stop starin’,” she said with a blush as she turned away and walked to the sink.

(The tiniest of wee giggles came from the top back corner of the kitchen.  The little spider had been watching since the Vampire had hurriedly stomped into the kitchen and then had the audacity to flip on the overhead lights. 

Once fully and reluctantly awakened – spidering was hard and it’s not like the tastiest fliers were nocturnal, damn it – he’d settled in to watch the cold-blooded invader be beaten by…an egg.

An egg.

And now the blond giant was pouting at a kitchen tool.

It was proving to be an entertaining night.)

“So, what’s with all the cake frosting?  And the strawberries?” 

Sookie hoped he didn’t notice what had to be a cheeky grin – of course she knew the date.  She had to give him credit, though, since he was definitely putting some effort into whatever it was he was doing.  But three tubs of frostings?  For one cake?

Eric shrugged. 

“I purchased three of them hoping you would like at least one.  And the strawberries… Well, you like them.  There is also ice cream in the freezer,” he added proudly.

“Ice cream?”

He could almost see her ears perking up at that.

Sookie darted over to the freezer and, sure enough, there sat butter pecan ice cream in all its delicious glory.

With a squeal and Eric-pleasing haste, Sookie was soon sitting at the table with a bowl, a spoon, an ice cream scoop, and the all-important ice cream.

Knowing that people should be praised when they did a good job, she grinned at the Viking sitting at her table trying not to look too smug. 

“Thank you, you did good!”

It wasn’t long before Eric was jealous of the spoon, too.

He sat quietly watching as she obviously enjoyed the treat, and pondered why it was important to him to do these things for her, to please her.

Sure, he easily acknowledged that he’d enjoyed her company more and more these past couple of months, and it hadn’t taken him long to realize he would rather visit with her at this old house than in the club he was enjoying less and less these nights.

A loud, malodorous all-you-can-drink buffet was handy and all, but at the end of the night he still had to shower off the smell as he did not want that miasma to follow him to bed.

Sookie’s house, though, smelled…pleasing.  Yes, there were odors of “old lady” and baking and wood and so forth, but Sookie’s sweet scent overrode it all.

His eyes flicked around the kitchen as Sookie bit into whatever a butter pecan was.  Perhaps it should be strange that he would be so oddly comfortable in the old farmhouse, but for whatever reason, he was.  It was quiet and clean, and certainly much more intimate than the club where he had to maintain a false front before minions and dinner.

He found the differences pleasing.

Eric gave a mental shrug; nothing about this had to make sense, did it?  Not really, no matter how often Pam would snicker at him as he left to visit “the little blonde fairy”.

His thoughts were interrupted when Sookie reached for the three cans of frosting.

“Why these three?”

Sookie thought Eric’s indignation was cute.

“Well, you made good choices.  This one,” she held up the butter pecan cake frosting, “will be good on another cake but these two will be perfect.  We can put some of the cherry vanilla between the layers and cover the whole thing in the dark chocolate.  That’ll work out great.”

“Do you know how many different types of cake coverings there are?  I barely narrowed it down to these!”

He quirked a brow.  “Some of the cherry vanilla?  What will you do with the rest?”

“Eat it on pancakes later,” she answered with a grin.

The ageless Viking nodded wisely.  He had no clue what she meant but she was smiling and that was good.

They chatted while Sookie put away the ice cream and washed the few dishes now dirtied.  Afterward she made herself some coffee and handed him a warmed blood beverage he tended to stock in her refrigerator.

Eventually the cake was baked and cooled and deemed ready to frost.

Absolutely out of his depth, Eric stared in confusion at the off-set knife-looking tool now in his hand.

“Here,” she said as she handed him the cherry vanilla frosting.  “Grab up a bunch of frosting with the spreader then smear it around there,” she pointed to the top of the bottom layer of cake.

He hadn’t minded leveling off the cake – using knives was in his blood warm and cold both, after all – but…well…smearing?

“I would rather smear this on you,” he replied faux-seriously with a smirk.

“Eric, hush.  Wait, hang on a sec, let me drizzle some of this Maraschino cherry juice on the cake first.”

He thought the red syrup smelled far too much of chemicals to be healthy but stood aside anyway.

Then, he slathered.  After leveling the top layer of this convoluted cake and allowing Sookie to repeat the drizzling to her pleasure, he found himself covering the entire cake with the dark chocolate frosting.

He decided he was, in fact, quite good at it. 

Naturally.

In short order and absolutely unwilling to wait, Sookie served herself a slice of the newly made cake and tossed a handful of hulled and rinsed strawberries on her plate.

The evening had felt pretty much like every other evening Eric had spent with her – fun, easy going, flirting both gentle and lurid, some teasing, lots of conversation about things that mattered and things that didn’t…but it was also a bit more, somehow.

Sure, there was unexpected cake.

The cake was delicious. 

But…it was a Valentine cake, one that she’d had to help make at that, but still, he’d thought of her and brought it to her and had even tried to at least start making it.

For her.

She looked over at Eric and, yes, he looked a bit smug at his obvious success, but he mostly looked comfortable, relaxed – he looked right at home.

A glance at the clock showed it was a little after 1:00 am and so, with a soft smile and warm eyes, she reached over and covered his hand with hers.

“Thank you for a great Valentine’s Day, Eric.  You did a great job and I loved it.”

Slowly a true, real smile graced his lips as he turned his hand to hold hers.

“I still want to smear the frosting on you.”

(The spider tsked and shoved his weary head – hey, spidering was hard work! – into the corner of the wall.  Great, the Viking had scored big with Ms. Landlady…great…wonderful…now if they’d just turn off that damn light and go watch a movie…in the other room already!)

All tsking spider-creatures aside, that’s it, folks. It’s meant to be a brief “scene” showing This Eric and This Sookie takin’ the slow route toward getting to actually know each other. I hope it didn’t suck too badly – my writing fingers are incredibly rusty, but I wanted to give you guys something for you time and support. I’m incredibly lucky for being able to write for the best fandom in the fanfic Universe.

In other news, well, there ain’t none, so there’s that. Excepting the above, FLM is still being her aggravating self but I am dearly hoping that “this” calls her sweet li’l ass back home ’cause it truly aggravates and frustrates me that I’ve left stories unfinished. I know – it’s not like I ever planned for my life to go swirling down the cosmic toilet and that *waves hand vaguely* things happen, but still. It’s not fair to you and it’s not fair to the stories, either. (My bad, totally, for having more than one going at a time instead of holding them until they’re completed BEFORE posting, but I’m not that organized…or sane…)

Anyway, I hope you liked it and feel free to comment below. Hope you have a great Valentine’s/Galentine’s/Palentine’s/Pawentine’s Day! 💗❤️💗

~Mer

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New Chapter – ON – 4th Night – Pt. 5

Hey, hey, stop throwing rotting veggies at me for taking so damn long!  (At least reach for the still-usable produce – I can make soup!  Oh, hey, a roast wouldn’t hurt, well, unless it’s frozen…)

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A tiny surprise + words

I’ve been feeling really badly about leaving you guys hanging for so long (I really hope your hands aren’t hurting!) so when I had a bit of a thought about apples, I ran with it in hopes it might help cheer you guys as well as my rather depressed muse. 

(The ridiculously huge bills flooding my mailbox, the fact I’m *still* on crutches, *still* in the 1,000-lb boot, *still* have to use the ‘chair to go to the dr – and that’s pretty much the only place I *can* go given the money sitch – combined with so many other small and massive issues = one depressed muse.  She’s starting to look pretty damn wilted at this point.)

Anyway, while the entirety of this drabble? (I never know what to call stories when their classification is based on length) is 1,005 words (not including my ubiquitous ANs – they’re, like, mandatory, right?), I like to think it’s setting Sookie up for a far better future. 

It’s my gift to you guys, and I hope you enjoy.

Let me know what you think, and I hope you have a fantastic Friday.

~Mer

Anyone ready for ON – 4th Night – Pt. 4?? It’s up!

Just that – and it’s a nice (massive) Part, too, so walk the dog, go pee, make a good snack (nothing healthy, please – this is all meant to be fun!), and grab something cool (or warm for any Southern Hemmi readers out there) ’cause this one goes on a bit. 

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STC, Ch. 36, is up!

You know how Sookie likes to be in charge?  Well, that was the problem with this chapter and why it took so long to write.  I forgot that…Sookie likes to be in charge.  Brilliant, right?  Shaddup.  Anyway, when I got bright and shut the hell up up and let her speak, BAM – here ya go!  Eric, naturally, had to chime in at the end, though, so there’s that.  (Can’t keep a good Viking quiet for TOO long, now can we?)

Hope you enjoy, and be sure to let me know what you think!

And thanks as always to the fantastic Gyllene for the gorgeous banner above and to Kittyinaz for the gorgeous banner above the chapter!  These two amazing ladies aren’t just truly talented banner-makers – they’re brilliant writers, too, so check them out!

Enjoy the chapter!

~Mer

S is TC again, y’all – Chapter 33 is up!

Here there be vampires!  And Fairies!  And Godric!  Who’s both!!
Heh, enjoy and let me know what you think.

(And just as a reminder, I’ve posted Chapters 39 and 40 of The Moon, too, in the past week or so, so there’s that, too.)

I didn’t spend many letters typing on and on about Eric and Godric growling and snarling in this chapter because, well, that kind of thing is understood, right?  It’s not that I forgot to describe it, right?  Nope, that’s not it at all.  Much.  Carry on…

~Mer

 

EN: ATS, Ch. 19, is up!

I have to be up at ass:30 in the morning but I wanted to get this on out to y’all cause I’m all wonderful an’ stuff (and I hate having content just sitting on my desktop gatherin’ dust, lol).

So..this has not received that last final “going-over” (yes, there’s often more than one “last” going-over, lol) where I find all the silly, stupid, and sometimes funny errors. If (sadly, when…) you find mistakes, simply overlook them (hey, it’s a free fanfic…what can I say?).  If said errors are somehow egregious, scream at me via the “Ask Me” contact button (that’d be the mature and otherwise acceptable way of notifying fanfic writers that YOU’VE SPOTTED AN ERROR!!!111!!!  Srsly, ain’t none of us paid for SVM/TB-fanfic writin’…) and I’ll look at it when I get back on tomorrow (probably evening…because you really needed to know that, right?).

In the meantime:  Enjoy! 

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*psst:  go read!  review!  then pet kitties and puppy-doggies!  call your mama and/or daddy!  take a nap!!!  deep-throat the drinkable-temperature’d contents of a pot of coffee for me!!!!  😀

FINAL CHAPTER and EPILOGUE of ANDRE is up!

Yes, that sad time has come – Andre has been (mostly) revealed.  I decided to combine the final chapter and the epilogue into one longer post because it worked out so well to do so. 

Heh, warning:  the story leaves off in somewhat the same vein as it all began so long ago…  (That would be Dec 22, 2012 if you’re counting…sometimes Andre would stub up at me and try his cold/silent routine.  I’d just pat him on the head and wander off to write on other stories when he’d get like that.  Perhaps we should wish Emma a fuck-ton of luck with him??)

Thank you so, so much to those of you who took a chance with me and Andre.  He’s definitely one of the really bad guys from SVM, and hell, he wasn’t even mentioned in TB, but his character was so very one dimensional that it felt criminal not to listen to what he might have to say.

Turns out, Andre had a hell of a lot to say – 50 chapters’ worth at that!  Most of it came in spurts, and he seemed most loquacious when torture of enemies and sex with his Emma were involved – odd, that…

Instead of being the cardboard cutout with the word “villain” pasted above that we were supposed to have believed him to be, he became a multi-faceted foul-mouthed, decreasingly ill-tempered vampire capable of surprising depths, tenderness, and gentility…who could kick ass and fuck taking names.  He has a hidden history mentioned but yet to be explored, and his Emma has a few secrets tucked away here and there, too.  That’s what sequels are for.

Emma was a charm to write, too.  Naturally she fit perfectly well with Andre (as designed), but she too became her own person with her own ideas and worries and personality.  

Anyway, I’m goin’ maudlin, so here – read and I hope you enjoy.  This brain-baby is finished.

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Sevrin (erm, ok, ok: “Aquaman”) gif – I blame 4Padfoot, also, Andre news

So, yeah, I dunno if 4Padfoot made it or found it, but she drew my attention to it and so now I draw yours to it, too…

And it’s a damn good thing that I just finished Andre like 10 minutes before cause my eyes are glued to the magnificence that is Jason Momoa as Aquaman – BUT HE’S REALLY MY SEVRIN…mostly…

Oh, yeah, The Revealing of Andre is FINISHED!!!!!  YES!!!  FINALLY!!!  I’ll give it the once-over and possibly be posting it tonight or tomorrow.  ANDRE IS FINISHED!!!  HE MIGHT EVEN LET ME CONTINUE WITH THIS WHOLE “LIVING” THING AN’ EVERYTHING!!!  (Yeah, he can be a little scary…)

*whew*  It’s only been going on for HOW LONG now?

S’hup.

Enjoy the Sevrin, erm, yeah whatever, gif below compliments in whichever way of 4Padfoot.  (She’s also safe to blame for any lunches left unfixed or dinners left uncooked or chores left undone or…or…or…)  😀

Oh hai Sevrin…unf………………………….

ANDRE IS FINISHED, Y’ALL!!!  ALLLLL FINISHED!!!

EN: ATS Chapter 18 is up!

I figured you guys would rather have a new chapter than me replying to your fantastic comments, although I do plan on getting to them regardless, but…yeah, chapters…!

Your support – from being excited to read the chapters to leaving such great reviews to all the other stuff in between – means the world to me and I really do appreciate it.  You guys are why I hit that “publish” button – I could write all day and all night without posting a thing, but y’all add the fun to the process.

Hope you enjoy – heh, Stan’s a hoot…

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And, just in case you’ve missed them, here are my last four fanfic posts since WP doesn’t always think to do its notification job:

STC, Ch. 28

STC, Ch. 27

STC, Ch. 26

Andre, Chapter 49

Andre, Chapter 49, is up!

Ok, so, yeah, hey…I’m still a being that exists…somewhere.   Been wrangling this chapter around for ages, it feels like, but it’s the penultimate in Andre so…  I don’t know when the epilogue will magically appear – it’s partially written, though, so there’s that.

I just don’t want my brain-baby to grow up, is all.  I mean, sure, I’ll get to hang out with the cast of Andre during the creation of Attaining, the sequel (to both it and Anticipating), but…but that’s “then”…and this is “now”…which isn’t “then”.

So Imma little maudlin…and pouty – bite me.  (Andre…or Godric…or Eric, not y’all.) 

Anyhu, here ya go – enjoy!

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*sinks into the usual “don’t want the fic to end” pout – hey, I’m really good at pouting…it’s all in the lip*

TWOFER: The Moon, Ch. 33, and New Story, all in ONE NIGHT…

See what I done there? 

The “thank you” story written to thank readers after gaining my 500th site follower…several followers ago since I’m slower than molasses…was originally titled “The Night Eric Northman’s Life Changed Forever” but that was quickly changed to “One Night” (hella shorter).

Anyway, to keep your reader-y eyes (and comment-y fingers) busy, here’s a tow-fer:  a chapter of The Moon and the first chapter of One Night.  Enjoy, and let me know what you think!

As always, never beta’d, etc.

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(Yes, there are intermissions in Night – each chapter will probably be a “1 pee break” length, unless you’ve had kids, then it might be a 2-peer…)

 

NOTICE AND *EXCERPT* OF UPCOMING STORY

Ok, so a while back I thought about posting a “thank you” story when the 500th person followed my blog (great choice, yo!).  Now, WP divides follow count into two sections:  blog and email, but for the purpose of this nefarious scheme of mine I’m counting actual blog follows since the total follower count would have risen far too quickly for me to have coughed up a decent story (it was well into the 600s total when this notion struck).

To that end, I’m currently 11,855 words into what will be a single-post long one-shot.  (Yes, there will be intermissions.)  This monster, The Night Eric Northman’s Life Changed Forever, begins just after Eric arrives home from Fangtasia the night he first sees Sookie and will encompass only that night (it’s a busy night).  As with anything I write, it goes AU at the speed of fangs snicking down and may include wee tiny tidbits from SVM.  This is written entirely in Eric’s POV with lots of thoughts and some snark.  Hey, it’s Eric, ya know?

Yes, there’s even a cat.

A little while ago my 501st follow just signed on board the WP express, so here’s a nice excerpt.  I won’t be posting the entire work until it’s completed but I expect it to be finished soon.

Without further ado, and to thank all my delicious followers (WP and email alike – y’all all smell fantastic, btw), here’s a little teaser that will MOST likely remain unchanged when the story is actually posted, but no promises:

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Once home from the bar, Eric Northman automatically headed straight to his shower. As financially pleasing as Fangtasia was, its accumulated stench was an entirely different story. Even when his “glaring from the throne” time was cut short, the reek of desperation mixed with too many chemicals still clung. Mechanically proceeding to soap up, scrub down, and rinse off, he let his thoughts wander through the night’s unusual events.

For the first time in…he couldn’t remember how long, the evening’s burdensome load of deadly, generic boredom had been shot all to hell.

Thank. Fuck. Even if it had included yet another raid for the crime of being vampire…

By this point he knew he would normally be fuming over the way money kept magically disappearing – for two cents he would suspect his accountant but the human had been glamoured to within an inch of his sanity so he highly doubted the man was capable of even stealing a pencil by now. That only left a scant handful of potential suspects and…his mental rant was interrupted by the memory of eyes that dared to directly meet and hold his own.

That was unusual in and of itself – that he thought of something different and that some young chit of a girl had dared to meet his gaze without flinching or fawning.

Vampires either feared him or were drawn to him, but either way they were innately wary of both his age and the power he naturally exuded. Same thing happened with Weres but with far less “lure” and far more “fear”, thanks be.

Humans were strange creatures. Most didn’t perhaps understand why they were both scared of and drawn to him, but they were and to an annoying degree.

Regardless, few dared to meet his gaze and actively hold it.

The girl didn’t seem to know much about vampires, though, which honestly should have made her even less likely to meet ones’ eyes since far too many of them knew about vampire glamour.

Damn publicity.

Among other things the way she’d held out her hand to Pam had proven a lack of intimate familiarity with his kind, but despite her nervous chatter she did seem to have a backbone when it came to those pictures.

Why was she going round shoving pictures of ugly women at vampires?   And why hadn’t fucking Compton filled her in on vampire etiquette, anyway? If she was supposedly “his” then that’s his fucking job. If you take on a human, you take on the job of educating them, damn it!

The fact she was on Compton’s arm said she was either stupid or naive, and Eric was pulling for the latter. Naive…he could work with naive.

As he toweled off, he caught himself almost grinning.

Compton actually thought he could keep such a tasty little drop of sunshine that intriguing all to himself? Moron must be more mentally decomposed than I’d originally thought.

What his disease of a Maker saw in him was the question of the ages.

But…what’s he doing in my territory anyway? Isn’t he supposed to be kissing someone’s ass in the darling queen’s court these nights? Something must be going on…he was trying too hard to be sly tonight…

For some reason that he didn’t bother searching for, he suddenly decided to shave off the scruffy beard he’d been sporting for a while. He glared at his hair as it fell into his eyes over and over again, but there wasn’t much he could do about it just then.

After donning his tracksuit bottoms and his silk robe, he padded into his office, grabbed one of his burner phones, and sent a text to his most dependable ear at the brat-queen’s court. If anyone could find out what was going on, it’d be Rasul.

He noticed a waiting text from Pam and checked it as he wandered into the den, then settled before his unlit fireplace. The option of having a warm flickering fire when he wanted it was nice but it wasn’t cool enough yet to warrant one – one of the many benefits of Shreveport, Louisiana.

***Bribed the bribeables and glam’d the humans, closed bar. Small fine, 2-night closure, blah blah blah. Taryn and her dinner weren’t caught but that bitch is going in a cage when I catch her. WTF was Blondie? Are there more where she came from? How did she know about the cops? I’m thirsty and I have her address – wanna split dinner?***

Eric felt something in his chest tighten at the thought of Pam biting the Stackhouse girl…

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So…what’d you think:  Want more?   You know the drill – let me know what you think in the comments.  Have a great evening/night/morning, etc.!

~Mer

 

Decisions, Ch. 36, is up!

Despite my best procrastination skillz I somehow managed to complete this chapter.  It – the procrastination, not the chapter – fought the valiant fight, though.  Beware the potential bedroom disaster found within the page/s of this chapter…  Hope this helps make your Monday just a bit less…Mondayish!

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Also, it’s freakin’ chilly over here in NC-land after these past couple of gorgeous spring days!  I’m considering crawling back under my blankies again – it’s warm there…

 

 

Poll! EN: ATS, Ch. 17 is up and so’s… *smirky grin*

You’ll just have to read an’ see…

There are several things to cover in this post so:

Which story do you want to see updated next?

BEHOLD:  A POLL! 

(Haven’t done one of these in a while…hope I remember how to check the results and all that…well, the results should display, right?  That’s what I clicked anyway.)

You may vote more than once and for more than one choice (hey, I’m easy) and “comments are allowed” (apparently in the poll thingie?) but then, they’re always allowed and encouraged so that shouldn’t surprise anyone.  I in my infinite magnanimity/stupidity have even added a write-your-own-answer “other” option (which was probably kind of dumb of me considering that I know some of y’all…).

News:  Fanatic Fanfics Awards thingie is accepting nominations until March 6th so if you’re interested in nominating any fanfic writers, fics, or artists:  http://awards.fanaticfanfics.com/index.php/nominations#

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Update on my little underdoggie of a story: Decisions, Ch. 35

After having gotten caught up in the holidays, the January blear, the posting of a completed story, the February blear, and various and assorted power outages, I have ***finally*** managed to post an update to one of my favorite stories, the Godric/Cara fic Decisions.

While this one is primarily the story of How Godric Got His Cara, there’s a strong secondary plot of How Eric Is Possibly Accidentally Maybe Getting His Sookie, too (for my E/S fans).  Pam is a GoodPam and she’s considering getting herself a naked cat…

Go check it out, and let me know what you think!  Forgive any mistakes, leave lots of love, send bushels of coffee,  you know, the usual.  (Donuts get you mushy but not-creepy hugs.)

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(Shoo!  Go read and enjoy!)

Yhep…It’s me again. Notes, shout-out, and a new chapter of…

You guys are probably getting pretty tired of hearing from me here lately but, well, I have been on kind of a roll…and I’ve learned that when the planets are cooperating, go with that flow.

NOTES:

So, in case you’ve missed anything lately, here are the basic links:

BNP, PT. 7

BNP, PT. 6

BNP, PT. 5

BNP, PT. 4

EN: ATS, CH. 16

THE MOON, CH. 31

STC, CH. 23

ANDRE, CH. 48

(I think that’s most of what I’ve posted in January?  I got tired of looking…)

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SHOUT-OUT:

Gyllene has finished her Lover’s Always fic!!!  (This is actually a sad “yay” since I loved that story and didn’t want it to end.)  If you haven’t been following it, now’s a great time to pop over over and give it a read!

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NEW CHAPTER…

of BNP!

Yup, here’s Part 8 of 9.  There is one Part after this with a chance of a possible outtake or two.  CHANCE.  MAYBE.  But I can’t wait to hear what y’all think about this Part…

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I hope you enjoy!

Well wouldja look at that…

Anyone want some EN: ATS, Ch. 16?  😀

I’m working on upcoming chapters of Decisions, Andre, and STC, too, as I can.  We’ll get there!

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That white crap is still in my yard. 

Oh, it’s Tuesday – how’bout a two-fer?

So these chapters are a little…wordy.  Hope y’all don’t mind?  I’ll keep this short to make up for it all cause it totally works that way, right?

The Revealing of Andre is winding down.  This chapter reflects it in its length, I think.  There is one more chapter planned after this one (although there’s always the vague possibility of it actually being two, depends on the flm) before it ends.  More information about this is in the AN.  Andre, btw, is a bit pissed at me about this…you know how he gets.

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And because I adore you and the love you’re sharing, here’s BNP, Pt. 3 a little early.  I hope you don’t mind too much…

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Enjoy!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!! 2 new chapters, and a lot of words…

(Scroll down past all the inspirational wordage if you’re just wanting to click on the pretty linky-pics.  I won’t know…so I won’t pout.  Much.)

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! 

I’m posting this a bit “early” for several reasons.

One, and honestly the main reason, is to wish all my addictive and discerning readers an extremely awesome, prosperous, healthy, comfortable, cheerful, and peaceful-with-brief-periods-of-desirable-chaos HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

(This VERY early posting is also to give a more timely shout-out to my lovely readers who live “in the future” – I’m lookin’ at you Australia, New Zealand, Papua New Guinea, Russia…and wow – you guys are gorgeous!  Hey, let the rest of us know how 2016 is going, wouldja?)  😀

Srsly, I hope every one of you wonderful living beings – products of the culmination of unknown eons of biological luck, evolution, survival of the fittest, and pure bloody-mindedness – can look back on 2015 with fondness and then bust 2016 wide fucking open with hope, energy, inspiration, dreams, plans, smart work (srsly, don’t work “hard” – work smart), creativity, genius, ambition, motivation, and all those other “get up off your ass and get shit done” words, but I also hope you have plenty of sleep and play and star gazing and staring at the dreams that live in the clouds. 

We all need both. 

I hope you and 2016 have a fantastic time together, raise hell and reach heaven, help kittens and puppies and old people and anyone and everyone else who needs a hand up.  You’re strong and powerful and resourceful and ingenious in your own individual ways, so use your powers for the good of all mankind as well as your neighbors and, lastly but not leastl’y, for yourself, too, because dammit, *you’re worth it.

(*Hair dye not included in the preceding motivational-as-fuck speech.)


The second reason is that Decisions, Chapter 34, is finally up.  Godric does some thinkin’, he and Cara do some talkin’, and Cara…Cara is herself.  (You know how she is.)  Enjoy!!  (Sorry for the wait – I tots blame Godric this time around.)

The third reason is, well, weren’t there are a few of you…maybe a couple…at best a tiny handful…who seemed vaguely interested in Part 2 of BNP?  Huh?  Maybe three, four of you?  So yeah, Part 2 of that is up and ready for your reading pleasure.  The tone of this set of wordage isn’t like last time, so do expect the tone to reflect that.  Your support for Part 1 was truly overwhelming and I appreciate every single word.  Thank you, really – you guys make taking writing-style chances seem not quite so scary.  I only hope you like Part 2 as much…

So yeah, this post is a two’fer!

The final reason I”m posting this here and now instead of then and later?

Why not?

😀

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(The fact that this is my last post of the year is kind of sad…  I’ll see y’all in the new year, though, hopefully!)

Well would you lookit that… EN: ATS Ch 15 is up!

No words of wisdom, really, just that whole “do unto others” and “don’t put your elbows on the table” (what, they’re gonna steal the silver?) thing…

So here’s EN: ATS Ch. 15, and the end of this chapter holds a bit of father/daughter, well, Maker/child sweetness…someone might have cut a bit of an onion around me right then, dammit.  Need to look into that shit…meanwhile I’m going to blame Christmas commercials!

Well, here…enjoy!