Summary for those who skipped the last chapter: Kit was kicked out of the house for being non-binary, as it was during the day, they ended up going to Laff. Their emotions were so strong that it roused Eric from his day rest, and he called to make sure they were alright (which they weren't emotionally). Eric came to get them, and Laff is still in the loop of things, but glamoured so Sookie can't read his mind for information pertaining to Kit. Kit has moved in with Eric.

Chapter Notes: Timing in this chapter isn't extremely linear, it does not take place one day after the next. The start is the day after chapter 8 though.


Eric was able to quickly locate Kit in the library. They had settled themselves into a corner below the windows; books, sketchbooks, and other art supplies surrounded them. They sat working at the laptop in their lap, a pencil in their mouth, another tucked behind their ear, and another tangled in the curls on their head. Eric resolved to get them a table to work at as the library only housed side tables at the moment. He hadn't a need for worktables as he had an office across the hall. They would choose their own chairs, whatever would be comfortable for them to sit in their odd way.

Eric crouched down at the edge of their small island. "What are you working on?"

Kit glanced up at him, but then their eyes bounced towards the window. "Eric! The sun?"

"UV blocking coating." Eric chuckled and used a knuckle to knock on the window. "Lets the light filter though but not the harmful radiation that would harm me."

"Oh." They shifted their focus back to their computer. "I'm just doing some stray work. Currently, I'm editing an article before it gets posted."

"Interesting." Eric sat down fully, legs crossed. "And how are you doing?"

Kit took a breath, hitting a few keys on their computer then shutting it so they could bring their legs closer to them to rest their chin and arms on their knees. "I'm dealing with everything. It still feels a little unreal. It does help when you hold me, though."

"I am glad that I am able to help." Eric let out a sigh. "Do you have anything planned for tonight?"

"Not really."

"Good. Pam wants to go through your wardrobe. She expressed so after you fell asleep last night."

Kit's eyes widened. "I don't suppose there's anywhere to hide where she won't find me?"

"No."

Kit groaned. "How long until she attacks?"

Eric gave a small laugh. "A few hours. I'm sure you'll be fine."


"You have three outfits at most." Pam pushed at the pile of discarded clothes at her feet. "Well, at least you give me a lot of room to work with."

Kit sat at the edge of their bed, watching the scene in front of them unfold. It took no time to sort through their clothes, to lay out the ones that they kept and routinely wore and to pile up the ones that were never touched. Most in that pile were gifts or things that they were forced to buy.

"Just nothing pink." Kit scrunched up their nose.

"That's fine, we are shopping for you, not me." Pam clapped her hands with a sadistic grin. "And Eric didn't limit me on how much I can buy for you with his card."

"Pam." Kit's hands raised in a show of surrender. "I don't want you guys spending so much money on me."

Pam gave Kit a pointed look. "Money isn't an issue. If I was able, I could empty Eric's bank accounts and half of it would be back by the next day. Believe me when I say don't worry about it."

Kit sighed. "Alright. There was a strawberry shirt that I saw on Instagram, there's a black version. Could we start with that?"

Pam grinned. "Of course."


"Now, we have a good amount so far, I really do like your choices, they suit you well." Pam pulled up the next website. "Would you consider a skirt or a dress?"

Kit shrugged. "I know I have been super uncomfortable in the styles that I've been forced into before, but we could look."

"I'm glad you're open to consideration. Do you have any ideas before I start to suggest any?"

"Yeah." Kit pulled out their phone. "I had this one thing saved."


"Människan blir avundsjuk. (The humans get jealous)." Pam leaned over the back of the throne.

"Eftersom räven faktiskt vet hur man närmar sig en vampyr. (Because the fox actually knows how to approach a vampire)."

Kit moved about the crowd with ease, knowing the best paths through the sea of bodies to avoid too many collisions, more sure and confident in their steps with new clothes. It was clear to the supernaturals that the odd human fit with them.

Eric watched from his seat upon the stage as Kit took a seat next to Michael, one of the older vampires of the area, and brought a smile to the face that had been scowling. Those under Eric's jurisdiction knew to protect Kit, even without any sort of decree from their Sheriff, they had grown too fond of the human that made Fangtasia work and life in general a little more enjoyable.

"Du älskar dem. (You love them)." Pam's tone was far from teasing.

"Det gör jag inte. (I do not)." Eric was quick, defensive.

"Du gör. Problemet är att du definierar kärlek med dess mänskliga begränsningar. (You do. The problem is you define love by its human limitations)." Pam gave Eric a moment of thought. "Allt du önskar är deras säkerhet och lycka. Du vill skydda dem från världen. När de gör ont gör du det också. Du älskar dem. (All you wish for is their safety and happiness. You want to protect them from the world. When they are hurting, so are you. You love them)."

"Knulla. (Fuck)." Eric gave a soft sigh, shifting to rest his head against his fist. "Jag älskar dem. (I love them)."

Eric's expression may have remained it's usual emotionless mask, but those who knew him couldn't help but notice the way his eyes softened when they returned to Kit, the human who was unaware of the conversation on stage.


"Kit? What's wrong?" Eric paused in the doorway of the bathroom. "Do we need to adjust the sizing on the clothes? Or contact a tailor?"

Kit pressed down on their chest again, this time shifting to see their side. "No, it's not the clothing. It's me."

Eric came further into the bathroom and leaned against the counter to face Kit. "Is there anything I can do?"

"I don't know." Kit sighed and worked on buttoning up their shirt over the sports bra. "Unless you can make boobs magically removable-"

Kit lifted their head up sharply. "Wait. Nevermind, I'd actually rather not know on that one."

Eric chuckled. "I wouldn't know much of magic like that anyways. Don't you humans have any inventions to do what you were doing with your hands. Your current choice of bra does a portion of it."

"Well, there's this thing called a binder. I haven't looked into it much, I've mostly just ignored my body, but now I actually have clothes like this." Kit tugged at the end of their shirt with a sigh and leaned into Eric, who brought a hand up to their shoulder. "It's kinda hard to ignore."


Eric held a box out to Kit, who took it with a questioning look. "I had your measurements from when Pam fitted you for clothing. Now, I've done research, so this is the best brand, even though it is basically a torture device. You wouldn't want to wear it for more than an hour or two—"

Kit opened the box and gingerly pulled out the fabric that laid within. The other portion of the box found the floor when Kit let it slip from their hands to gaze at the binder. It was as plain as could be, but it was perfect.

"Kit?" Eric noticed that their attention had been lost from him. "You're leaking?"

Kit's eyes, blurry from tears met Eric's for just a moment before they launched themselves at him. Eric caught them in a hug, the binder still fisted in their hand behind his back.

"Liten räv? (Little fox?) Is it that much of an awful gift?"

"No, it's perfect." Kit mumbled against Eric's chest. "Thank you."


"At most your logo is a knockoff of The Rocky Horror Picture Show with fangs or a copy of the neon sign outside the door."

"The logo matches the neon sign out the door, customers know what to expect."

"Look, if I design you a new logo, you can order a new neon sign to match, and I'm sure it would draw more people in than the current words. Same for updating the website format." Kit leaned against Eric's chair, pointing at inconsistencies.

"Well then," Eric turned his head to see them. "If you fix this, then you can get a portion of revenue from it."

"Eric—"

The sound of Eric's phone gave Kit pause. Eric grabbed it, turning over the phone to look at the number, and immediately bringing it to his ear at the recognition of it.

"What?"

"Eric, Godric is missing."


End Chapter notes: Any and all language is from google translate if I need full sentences. I will explain the exception later when it comes up.