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The Long Road Ahead PART 1 (Eric Draven x Reader)

So here’s another one, can’t help myself-what can I say

WARNINGS: FLUFF, PURE FLUFF

You never took Eric for the camping type. He was a musician, which meant he would have travelled on the road a lot while touring, but you never pictured him as the kind of guy who always had a tent handy. So when he told you one weekend that he had planned out a whole three days out in the wilderness alone with you, you couldn’t hide your shock.

“Camping?”

A smirk crossed his lips, mischievous—devilish even. “Absolutely,” he

He busied himself packing, while you just followed him around, lost and befuddled. “Wait, wait, wait. Actual camping?” you raked your fingers through your hair, stopping when he paused by the sink to rinse out the thermos.

“Well what other kind of camping is there as opposed to actual camping?” he quipped, giving you a quick peck on the lips before moving around you.

The next thing you knew, you were sucking in the cold air as you clung to him on the back of his motorcycle. You were going hellishly fast, not that it seemed to bother Eric one bit. You, on the other hand, gripped him so tightly you could feel his ribcage restrict with each breath.

“Hey, baby, could you ease up a little back there?” he yelled over the cutting wind that snapped through, “I kind of need to breathe if I’m going to be able to steer this thing!”

You quickly retracted, screaming a little when you lost your bearing. You latched onto the back of the seat, while Eric’s hand instinctively found your leg. He kept a pressure on your thigh with one hand, grounding you.

“You alright?” he kept his eyes on the winding road ahead, and with your affirmative “uh-huh”, he released you and the distance between the two of you and the first stop slowly began to close.

Eric made a start on the tent, a banged up husk of the thing that said it was built for two. It looked as if it could barely fit one. It was torn and tattered, the zips choked when pulled and the flyscreen seemed to no longer serve their purpose. You watched on with amusement as Eric continued to wrestle with the line tensioners, grunting and chuckling to himself as he did.

“Need any help over there?” you teased him, taking your polaroid camera to capture the hilarity.

He turned at the perfect moment for a candid shot. He gestured to you in feigned annoyance, his expression dramatic. “Really, babe? Come on,”

You giggled from your distance away, waving the polaroid in the air as it developed. “Oh, this one’s a keeper,” you said loudly, smirking to yourself.

He dropped the line and within a second he was right there in front of you, eyes gazing into yours. His hands found your waist and waited there, while your arms curled around his neck.

“The picture,” he plants a kiss on your forehead, “or me?”

Your chest rumbles to life with a hearty, well-earned laugh. “Need you ask?”

You kissed him then, all flirtations melting aside. He ran his hands through your hair as the wind picked up behind you. Your hair whipped around your face, obscuring your features.  You pulled away from his kiss then and huffed. You groped at the strands wildly, before Eric tucked a large tuft behind your ear. He leaned in to kiss you again, but a loud flapping sound drew both of your attentions away. You looked over your shoulder and saw the tent rolling across the field. Eric had forgotten to ground the tensioners, of course.

“Ah, shucks.”

You managed to get the tent back, so you had a place to sleep for the night—the first one, at least. Eric was excited to reveal that he’d packed hand warmers and a pack of cards, as well as some extra soft blankets and one large pillow. He lit a rusty old camping lamp at his side, leaving only the left of his profile visible, his other side hidden in shadow.

“Do you want to hear a scary story?” he teased, bringing the lamp to his face below his chin to create an ominous air.

“No,” you pointed a finger at him almost in accusation, “the last time you told me a scary story, I couldn’t sleep for a week.”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “That was a good one though, huh? Managed to get you all bothered. Bothered enough to cuddle up to me.”

You slapped him on the arm playfully, “You lapped it up!”

“Couldn’t resist,”

But you nestled into him anyway, letting all your breath fall out of your chest where it’d been building. You relaxed in his embrace then, and he let out a contented sigh. He ran his hands over your hair, winding a strand absentmindedly around his index finger.

“I love you,” he said suddenly. You shot up and stared into his eyes. He placed his hands on either side of your shoulders to steady you.

“What did you say?”

He looked evenly at you, his eyes still soft and smiled, “I said I love you, Y/N.”

Your jaw drops and you blink rapidly, like you’d been smacked in the face with ice cold water. But then the brightest twinkle shone in your eyes and beamed across your face. You reached out to touch his cheek, your fingertips feather light on the curve of his jaw.

“You really mean that?”

His smile was sure, warm. He leaned in and planted another kiss to your lips, slow this time.

When you pulled away, catching your breath, you looked at him expectantly.

“Does that answer your question?” he quipped, wriggling his brows together in the trickster way he always does.

“I love you, too.”

And all the tension in your bones melted away as you fell asleep in his arms, listening to the faint pitter patter of raindrops on the tent. You could feel the damp seeping inside, soaking your pyjamas, but Eric pulled you closer to him with a smile. He was warm enough to keep the cold from getting to you.

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A STUDY IN DISTRACTION

Hi all!

So now that I’m back at university for a second degree and study is kicking my butt, I wrote another Eric Draven x Reader! Enjoy :)

@fleetwoodmak99

^Study Pals!

*FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF**

It’s raining again; it always is. You sit on the floor with your back against the sofa, Eric hunched over you, strumming guitar strings quietly. The feeling of his presence near you is a comfort, you notice. You run your hand through your hair with a huff, pulling near the scalp. 

 “What’s wrong, babe?” you hear him ask from behind you, his breath close to your ear. 

You shudder a little and smile. “Midterm,” you answer somewhat shortly, your smile fading quickly, “And I haven’t exactly studied for it.” 

 Eric smirks as he rests his hands on either of your shoulders, massaging them slowly. “That’s not like you,” 

 “I know,” you sigh, covering his hands with your own, “I slipped up this time.” You look up, your face obscured by the curves of his perfect jaw and smile. He smiles down at you, resting a hand under your chin, tilting it up. 

 “Chin up, love.” He says cooly, sliding out from behind your shoulders. He stands straight and rolls his shoulders. He’s standing there in little more than a pair of shorts, his hair just tickling his collarbone—lordy. “Come on,” he extends a hand to you, bowing his body ever so slightly like a gentleman courting a lady. 

 You take his hand and smile, shaking your head. “Eric, what are you doing?” You collide against him as he takes you into his arms, his lips resting on your shoulder. 

 “Distracting you,” he plants a small ghost of a kiss on your shoulder and you feel his lashes fluttering lightly against your skin. You giggle and wrap an arm around his neck, holding him.

 “Eric, I have to study!” you giggle in protest, though your body betrays you. You don’t let him go; not for a second. He doesn’t argue. You both sway in each other’s arms for a long moment, the only sounds in the room being the harmonious echoes of your matched breaths. It was blissful silence, a beautiful study in distraction. But it couldn’t last, could it? 

 You come to a stop and Eric raises his head so his eyes meet yours with a curious gleam. A silent question: What’s wrong? You run your fingers roughly through your hair and bite your lower lip. You huff, tears lining the rims of your eyes. “Eric, I—” you begin, your breath shuddering, “I can’t do this…” 

 His eyes widen at your words and his body deflates before you. He tries to hide it as best he can, but he’s hurt. You can see it clear on his face. 

 “Oh, God, Eric no. I don’t mean about us!” you swat him on the shoulder, “Sorry, I’m so sorry. No, no, I mean this,” you gesture to the books scattered on the floor, your scribbled notes throw haphazardly in a fleeting moment of manic productivity.

 “Then don’t,” he looks at you with a seriousness that leaves a twisting feeling in your belly. 

 “What?” the word comes out broken, quiet. 

 He looks around the room, at the life you’ve built together and smiles. “Then don’t,” he says again, “We have everything we need here, Y/N.” He takes your hand in his and tugs on it, “We can go on the road; me and boys can line up a couple more tours across the state.” Then he sneaks a cheeky wink, “I can keep you busy,” 

 You roll your eyes with a smile, “I know you can,” you reply, eyeing him suspiciously, “Not that I’m complaining.” 

 His hands then find your face and he wipes the threat of your tears from your eyes. “Don’t worry, love. Everything will work out. We can make it work, I promise.”   

 You sleep well that night, curled in his arms. When you awake the next morning, a note sits atop the pillow on his side of the bed, basking in the sunlight pouring through the drapes. You take it and your heart flutters at the words scribbled hastily on the paper: 

Gone to grab coffee, dear one. As Elizabeth Barret Browning once said: “I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.”

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FUCK IM STILL A SLUT FOR THE FLUFFFFFFF

✰To The Stars✰

For @ateliefloresdaprimavera​ I’ve been thinking of you today and so I thought I’d write this little fluff fic to bring some light into your day x

Hope you’re doing okay!

 The twinkle in Eric’s eye is the most beautiful thing. It shines like diamondfire, illuminating him from the inside out, matching the smile that’s spreading across his lips. 

You both lay with your backs on the grass, staring up at the velvet night sky above. Eric has his arm around you, his fingers gently stroking your bare shoulder. You shiver at his touch, but brush it off straight after like it was nothing but a fleeting feeling. Next thing he’s propped up on one elbow, staring intently at you. “What’s wrong? You cold, babe?” 

 You chuckle, shaking your head. “I didn’t really think this through. I didn’t figure it would be this cold out.” 

 He grins, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Well, you didn’t exactly know I was going to take you out here,” he purrs, proud of his secrecy. 

You roll your eyes and lean deeper into him, letting his warmth seep into you. You feel his hand wander to find yours and when your fingers touch you hear him gasp: 

“Your hands are like ice!” He quickly brings them to his lips and blows upon them. The hot breath warms your bones and your toes curl in joy.

 “You’re such a romantic!” you laugh, watching proudly as he nurses your hands back to life.

 “I do try,” he says, letting your hand fall from his lips to rest on your knee. He looks up at the tiny shards of light above. “Look,” he points heavenward.

 You follow his finger and spot the streak of light as it passes over the sky. “A shooting star!” you exclaim, clinging to him with excitement. 

The sound of his chuckle beside you is enough to send you melting. “Did you make a wish?” Eric asks you, a playful smile ready as he wets his lips. He sways in his spot beside you, awaiting your answer. 

 “I did,” you say matter-of-factly, avoiding his smiling eyes, “but I don’t think it counts.” 

 He frowns, “And whyever not?” 

 You turn to him, reaching out a now warm hand to caress his cheek. His cheek is cool to the touch and you notice his eyelids flutter closed under the weight of your fingers. He exhales, pressing his lips into your palm. 

 “Because I wished for what I already have,” you reply finally, “I just wished that it will last forever.”

 His face falls then and the seriousness he regards you with is almost startling. He takes your words with a fierceness you didn’t think you would see. He cranes his neck to look at the stars again and regards you with the same warmth as before. 

“The stars can’t shine without the darkness, Y/N, but all I know for sure is that I love you more than the number of stars in that sky. And that…that will last forever.” 

 You pull him into your arms then, feeling the air rush out of him by the force of it. Then you feel the vibrations of laughter coming from his chest, echoing all through his body into yours.

 “You promise?” you ask him quietly, almost wishing he can’t hear you. 

 His breath is upon your shoulder, his lips hovering like a ghost tracing prayers and promises. “Forever,” 

 There is now, here in this moment with him. The cold doesn’t bother you now that he’s shielding your bare skin with his leather coat. He wraps it around you like a mantle, like a healing, magical shroud. 

 This is home. 

 There is forever. 

 You envision the life you’ll have together, the things you’ll do and the memories you’ll share.

 —bare feet on a sandy shore,

 -the pitter patter of small feet on the vinyl floor,

 —a rose on a pillow and your hands over Eric’s eyes 

 He loves me, he loves me more He loves me, he loves me more…

 Forever is perfect.

 Forever is enough. 

 “ I love you,” it escapes both of your mouths in sync and you both stop and stare at each other before bursting out into laughter.

 “To the stars and back a thousand times over,” you add quickly, glancing sideways at him to see his reaction. He’s beaming like a little boy. 

 “Forever and a day,” he counters. 

 Sleep will take both of you soon after on the grassy hilltop, and you’ll wake in the morning with an aching back and sore neck, but it will all be worth it.

#always a slut for the fluff #eric draven x reader

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Devil's Night

Pairing:: Eric Draven x Reader Warnings:: none A/N:: In honor of Devil's Night, thought I'd write a quick fic. Probably won't post another one for a year, so...enjoy! Gif not mine, credit to the owner

"It's okay," Eric whispered in your ear. "We're nowhere near the fires." You stared out the window, watching the city burn. "We'll be fine. We get through it every year."

"There are so many tonight," you exhaled. "I can't see a building that isn't on fire, Eric. I think we should go."

"Go where?" he chuckled. "We're safe here. No one's coming up the hill to torch us." He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into a hug. "We're okay." He kissed you gently as you squeezed him.

"Eric, why can't we just go for the night?" you asked. "Get a hotel and come home tomorrow."

"If that's really what you want to do," he sighed. You nodded slowly, pouting up at him. "Come on, let's go pack a bag." You walked over to the bedroom with him close behind you. He helped you fill up a suitcase with the essentials. "Ready?" he asked, grabbing your hand.

"Yeah," you nodded. You walked over to the window, taking one last look. "They're getting closer, Eric." He stood next to you, gazing down at the blazing city. "We have to go."

As you and Eric walked out to his car, he kept a protective eye on you. Devil's Night was nothing to joke around with. You got in the car first and he closed the door behind you. He walked around to the driver's side.

He drove out of the city, avoiding the police's roadblocks. The Nine Inch Nails album that filled the car wasn't enough to distract you from the flames. He noticed how nervous you were and reached for your hand. As he turned to look at you, he didn't see the red Thunderbird speeding through the red light.

A year has gone by since Eric died. The car accident killed him instantly, leaving you all alone in the hospital for days. For the first few days, you didn't know he was dead. You didn't know until you were allowed to have visitors and you asked the nurse to bring him in.

You stare out the window at the all too familiar fires. As much as you want to leave the safety of your apartment, you can't bring yourself to go out.

There's a knock on your door and your heart stops. Slowly, you walk over to the door. You look through the peephole and saw no one in the hallway.

"Hi," you hear behind your back. You spin around and see Eric standing behind you.

"E...Er...Eric?" you stutter. "You're dead." The light from outside flashes and you see the white makeup on his face. "What's...that? How are you here?"

"Righting a wrong," he answers. "I shouldn't have died that night. I should've been paying better attention to the road. I'm sorry. I'm going to make it better."

"What're you talking about?" you ask, taking a step forward. You reach up and cup his cheeks. "Eric, you're home," you smile, feeling the tears fill your eyes.

"I'm not here forever." You stare into his eyes that are surrounded by black makeup. "I have a job to do."

"Eric," you whine. "Just...stay with me." He looks away from you and towards the window. "It's that simple."

"Nothing is that simple," he rebuts. "I promised to protect you from the fires and I'm going to do that."

"You also promised me that we were going to stay together forever," you say. You start crying, looking down at the floor. "I miss you."

"I miss you too," he says, looking back at you. "We'll be together again. Someday." He leans down and kisses your forehead. You close your eyes, sinking into his touch. "I love you."

"I love you," you say, pushing onto your toes to kiss him. You missed the feeling of his lips. You missed the way he enveloped you. He pulls away from you and stares down. "What're you going to do? Kill them?"

"They're already dead." He wipes the black lipstick off your forehead with his thumb. "They just don't know it yet."

"What am I supposed to do, Eric? I can't let you go out there and do this," you confess. "Just...stay with me."

"I can't," he says. A crow lands on the windowsill, cawing. That must've been how he got in. "I have to go."

"Will you come back?" you ask with a shaking voice. He doesn't say anything and glances over at the crow that flies into the room. It lands on his shoulder and stares at you. "You just come in through the window and then leave me again?" you scoff.

"Next time," he said. "I'll use the door instead." He laughs the hearty chuckle that you missed so much. He walks by you and out the door.

"Eric!" you call, spinning around to face him. He turns around to look at you. "I love you."

"Say that again," he smiles.

"I love you," you repeat, smiling widely. There's a noise outside that catches your attention. By the time you turn back, he's gone.

He didn't come back. There was never a fire in Motor City ever again.

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A Lonely Escape

Eric Draven x Reader

Summary: Reader seeks a change in her normal routine, and the city's vigilante seems to be just what she asked for.

Warnings: Minor cussing, violence, slight angst, loneliness

Word Count: 1,041

A/N: I'm not sure Eric quite constitutes as a slasher, but I really just wanted an excuse to write for him. He is criminally underrated, and it's upsetting how few fics there are for him.

The air was cold, and you could practically feel the night's wind blow right through you. But you honestly didn't care in this moment. You just wanted, needed to feel something.

Living alone had its benefits for sure. Setting your own schedule, a strong sense of independence, and not having to deal with anyone's expectations were enjoyable at first. But when you didn't even have one goddamn friend in a giant city like this, it began to feel so lonely.

The past couple of weeks had left you internally numb. Each day was the same and all of the hours you spent at home or at work began to blur together. You felt like a side character in your own life.

So you had to get out of your apartment and try to feel something, anything.

This city was way too dangerous for someone like you to be walking alone in. You realized this firsthand not even a month ago while heading home after a late shift.

Grimy hands had grabbed at your collar and shoved you into a cold brick wall, your figure being hidden in some disgusting alleyway.

"Your bag, now," the man spat at you.

A small glint in the corner of your eye caught your attention, and you knew that the man's blade was going to end up somewhere inside you if you didn't do what he asked.

Your body shook as you nodded, trying to pull the strap off of you.

However, a loud cawing sound caused both of you to turn and spot a black crow staring intently at the scene.

The man whipped back to you and lifted the knife, pointing it close to your face.

"Hurry up!" he screamed.

His anger was soon turned into fear when someone else bashed him upside the head with a piece of rusty metal.

The man fell onto his side as he reached up to try and cover the now gushing wound on his head.

The figure was quick to shove him onto his back however, and all you could see were flashes of rusty silver as the man's skull was caved into nothing.

The figure dropped the metal suddenly and stood up, his body turning towards you in the dark.

It only took a moment for you to realize it was the city's one and only vigilante. A man who had saved numerous innocent lives since he arrived.

"Thank you," you spoke quickly.

You knew what this man was capable of, yet you felt no fear.

The man looked around the alley until his gaze rested back on you.

"You should never walk alone this late at night. You're going to get yourself killed."

He spoke a little abrasively, but it didn't really upset you.

"May I ask what your name is? You just saved my life, and I would like to know the name of my hero," you let out a nervous laugh.

He tilted his head down in an almost bashful way.

"I'm no hero," he started, "but it's Eric."

"Thank you, Eric."

He gave you a small nod before motioning you to follow him.

He stayed by your side all the way to your house. He didn't even leave until you made it inside. But by the time you peered out the window, he was already gone.

Since then, the only real communication you've had with anyone was at your crummy job.

This was your first time out so late since that fateful night meeting Eric, and you knew that you were putting yourself at risk once again. But any normal worry you'd have was currently hidden away by the pure indifference you felt.

Your heartbeat picked up as you realized that the same alley you almost got robbed in was only a few meters away from you. A chill made its way down your spine at this.

"Are you asking for a death wish?"

You spun around at the voice and saw the familiar man in front of you, the crow perched on his shoulder.

You couldn't help but smile a bit. You weren't sure you were ever going to see him again.

"Death doesn't scare me," you responded.

His eyes seemed to glaze over at this.

"It should."

He walked up to you and tilted his head, looking at you intently.

"You should head home. You already know how dangerous this area can be at this time."

You shook your head.

"I'm not worried since you're here."

His expression was unreadable as he continued to take you in. It was honestly a crime that a killer like him could be as handsome as he was.

Your resolve disappeared after a few moments of no response. Everything was much too quiet.

You finally sighed and broke eye contact with him.

"Do you ever just feel so... alone?" you asked quietly. You weren't sure if you had even spoken loud enough for him to hear.

But he must have since your question was followed by a slow nod.

"All the time," he responded just as softly.

You shook your head as you fought with your own thoughts.

"I-I just couldn't spend another night alone in that apartment," you began. "All I'm met with is silence, and I can't stand to be alone with my thoughts for that long."

You finally looked back up to him and noticed that he was only a few feet away now.

He was close enough that you could take in the features of his face.

And a murderer had never look so heavenly.

"I just... needed to clear my head," you finished.

His lips tightened into a line as he took in what you said.

"There's a place I like to go when it all becomes too much," he finally spoke.

His brows were furrowed in slight irritation, almost like he was fighting with whether he should be sharing this with you or not.

After a few more moments of silent contemplation, he finally sighed.

He reached his hand out to you.

"Come with me."

You looked down at his open palm and then back up to his face. His eyes were soft as he stared back at you.

"Okay," you answered, taking his cold hand into yours.

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just wanna say I love your eric draven fics bby ♥ i only recently discovered the film and subsequently the fandom and gotta say your fics are the tops 😘

Thank you so much <3

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"They turned Eric in the Joker!"

Yes because Eric never acted like the Joker

Credit to @kwistowee for the first few gifs, they're very well made!!!

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What do you mean they are filming a remake of The Crow??? Can they just go fuck themselves instead, this is criminal

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I wonder if he ever gets tired of running through my head? I know for sure I never get tired of him running through my head and heart ♥️ 🖤

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WRITE A STORY WITH ERIC DRAVEN PLSSSSSSS

Of course, though I am going through a bit of writer’s and artist’s block, so i deeply apologize for the quality.

A/N: Angst w/comfort, reader is depressive, something quick might expand on this later though. Eric is…eric.

Hands a bit too cold to be considered normal traced the plain of your stomach, the skin warm beneath his calloused palm. Eric was many things, a murderer, spiteful, any name under the sun one could think of, but in the current moment he was envious. Envious of you, sleeping beneath the many blankets of his bed, practically a nest for the both of you now. He was envious of your warmth, your liveliness, your mortality. There may have been a time when he’d daydream of what his life could have been like in his older years, hair graying and fading and worn band tee shirts. But those days would never catch up to him, but you still remained. Fuck if you didn’t stay glued to his side. He remembers seeing you after he was brought back, the black tears staining your cheeks as you tried to look through him, trying to rationalize the sight before you.

You sat upon the brick wall of what was once a shared apartment, bottles and cans thrown haphazardly around the creaking floors. You, a husk of the person you used to be, in the middle of the mess, eyeliner running down your cheeks and eyes hollow, eyes once so full of life and contentment, now dull, sharp even. If his heart could, it would break at the sight of you. He stalked you from his shadows, not yet ready to face you. Oh how he longed to hold you, to remind you he’d take care of you like he promised so long ago, to simply feel your skin against his would be enough. But Eric remained still, continuing to watch you gulp down more cheap vodka like it was water. Erin grimaced, he didn’t like the sight before him. He saw himself lingering within your behavior, saw his influences in your mannerisms. You, none the wiser to his position before you, didn’t even jump when his footfalls fell upon your ears. Maybe you were to drunk, or maybe it’s because you were to far gone to care.

“ Look dickhead, I don’t know what the fuck it is you want but I-“ your cold remark was cut short, far to short with a familiar laugh, a laugh you hadn’t heard in over a year, actually thats a lie. It was the same laugh that had been haunting your nightmares for so, so fucking long.

“ Such harsh words from such a pretty girl, you kiss your mother with that mouth pretty? “ Eric drawled, nearing you. You, bottle just an inch from your agape mouth. There he was, face painted a sickly white and black smeared haphazardly across his eyes and lips. It was like time stopped, only the two of you existing at once. Eyes welling with tears, you stayed silent. What could you do? You were there when they put him into the cold hard ground, there to pick up Sarah when her mother couldn’t give less than a fuck about her. You. Eric, now squatting before you, searched your face, for any sign of emotion, emotion he didn’t find. You wanted to scream, to hit yourself and down the rest of the bottle, telling yourself you were dreaming, but you couldn’t. His cologne had long since faded from everything that was left behind, but here now you could taste it. Mouth gaping akin to that of a fish out of water, the bottle fell, clattering onto the floor as your hand reached to his face. Just a touch. Just something to tell yourself this was real, that he was real. With a trembling finger, you pushed the wet stray hairs from his painted face, moving to trace his jaw. He was real this time, a tangible thing before you blessing your teary eyes with a pained smile.

That was a long while ago, he’d yet to find a real reason to pass on yet, though the Crow had quit trying to urge him now. The night was young, though the city lights didn’t make it seem that way, still, you napped, curled underneath the blankets. Eric let out an audible sign, cold fingers mindlessly tracing shapes onto your skin. He’d give anything, anything at all, just to fully feel the true extent of your warmth again, the warmth he felt when he was alive, not just a walking corpse. Eric longed to be the softer man he once was for you, but he knew as well as you did, that man was gone. But for now, he’d be content with this, relearning and healing alongside you.

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Jesus Christ? Stop me if you heard this one: Jesus Christ walks into a hotel.

The Crow (1994) dir. Alex Proyas

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Eric Draven Masterlist

All "Slashers"

(No longer written as a Slasher)

The Slashers React to You Bringing Home a Kitten

The Slashers React to You Being Harassed

The Slashers Say I Love You for the First Time

The Slashers' Night Time Routine with Reader

The Slashers with a Feminine Witch & Vampire Hybrid

The Slashers Making Halloween Treats with You (Oct 2023 Prompt)

The Slashers Creating a Personal Carnival for Reader

The Slashers Spend Halloween with Reader

The Slashers Doing Christmas Activities with Reader

The Slashers with Stressed! Reader During Finals Week

The Slashers Reacting to the Death of Reader

The Slashers React to Custom Made T-Shirts

The Slashers React to Reader Ending Up in the Hospital

The Slashers Taking a Bubble Bath with Reader

The Slashers React to Reader Getting Pregnant

Headcanons & Imagines

Imagine: Eric always keeping an eye on you

Eric & Reader Getting Drunk at a Halloween Party Together HC

Self-Care Evening with Eric HC

Comforting Eric

Being with Vampire! Eric

Eric with Vampire! Reader

Eric Taking Care of Sick! Reader

Drabbles & Oneshots

A Lonely Escape

Reader seeks a change in her normal routine, and the city's vigilante seems to be just what she asked for.

Maybe You Deserve Better

Eric's thoughts run rampant as he comes home to you.

All the Days and Nights (Oct 2023 Prompt)

Eric and Reader find some solace and humor at the city's cemetery.

Cold Leaves, Warm Laughs (Oct 2023 Prompt)

Eric just wants to help you clean the yard and definitely not prank you in the process.

Cold for You

Eric relishes in a night spent with you taking care of him.

Risking it All for You

When Eric doesn't come home, Reader decides to risk the danger of the night and go out to find him.

Drunk with Love

AU! Eric: A night out is the ideal way for both lovers to unwind.

[modestlyabsurd]

From your Halloween prompts, could you do Eric Draven raking leaves? That man is an acts of service loving domestic at heart, and definitely is not plotting to throw you in the leaves

Cold Leaves, Warm Laughs

Eric Draven x Reader

Summary: Eric just wants to help you clean the yard and definitely not prank you in the process.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 583

A/N: The GIF reminded me of Gabriel so I had to include it.

October 2023 Halloween Prompt List

You and Eric had an agreement that you would never wake up in bed alone.

There were too many instances where you went to bed without him, knowing that he is still stalking the night for criminals.

Because of this, Eric promised you that he'd always come back to you in the middle of the night and that you would always wake up with him by your side under the covers.

So when you woke up this morning to an empty bed, you felt a bit panicked.

You hopped up and slipped on some boots and a jacket, heading towards the front door.

The cold air outside stung your face a bit as you looked out to the nearby street, not seeing a single soul.

You stepped further outside only to hear a rustling sound coming from behind your home.

You were careful in making your way around back, not sure who or what you would be met with.

But the moment you saw Eric's face, you let out a sigh of relief.

He hadn't noticed you yet, his eyes concentrated on the big pile of leaves in front of him.

You could hear the satisfying crunch as the rake slid across the ground, and the smell of the fallen leaves gave you a sense of nostalgia.

Of course this is where he would be. You had told him the day before that the yard needed to be cleaned up, but you were too overwhelmed to get started on it yet. So obviously he had to do the chore instead. It only made sense since acts of service are one of the things Eric does best.

You stepped closer to him and let out a wolf whistle at this sight. Eric always seemed to be at his most handsome while focused on something. The way his brows furrowed in concentration and his jaw tightened while thinking made him look irresistible to you.

His head shot up when he heard you, and he gave you a warm smile in return.

"Hey. I didn't think you'd be up yet. I was hoping to have this done sooner."

You kicked at some of the leaves in the pile, feeling grateful to have a man like him by your side. Of course he didn't break your promise, he just wanted to surprise you.

When you looked back up, Eric feigned insult, his hand reaching up to his chest.

"You just ruined all of my work! The pile is ruined now," he joked.

You just laughed and walked over to him, your arms wrapping around his cold waist. He squeezed you back.

"Thank you," you said.

He gave you another squeeze. "Of course. But you probably shouldn't thank me yet."

You glanced up at him confused. "Why?"

His grip on you suddenly tightened as you were hoisted into the air, only to become engulfed by cold leaves a second later.

"Eric!" you jumped up, digging yourself out of the stack.

He was laughing loudly at his sudden betrayal, not even caring that leaves had scattered all over the place.

"I trusted you!" you shouted dramatically.

As Eric continued to laugh, you took your chance and grabbed onto his arm, pulling him into the pile with you.

After a moment, his head popped up from the leaves, and he turned to you smiling.

"It's cozy in here," he said.

He leaned in quickly and gave you a soft kiss, relishing in the way your soft lips fit against his.

[modestlyabsurd]

Could you write something where Eric Draven doesn't come home one night so reader has to find him and drag him home to be cared for?

Risking it All for You

Eric Draven x Reader

Summary: When Eric doesn't come home, Reader decides to risk the danger of the night and go out to find him.

Warnings: Slight mentions of physical injuries

Word Count: 992

A/N: I think Eric truly brings out the romantic in me. He's just too comforting of a character.

It was simply a blatant fact that Eric came home to you every night no matter what.

Rain, snow, danger, injury, anything. He came home to you.

But when you awoke to a cold, empty bed at 4 am, you knew something was wrong.

The time he comes home every night is never quite the same, but it was never this late. And alongside this was the uncomfortable churning in your stomach that something was wrong.

Even Gabriel was pacing around the dark floor, beckoning your lover's safe return.

You knew then you had to break the one rule Eric gave you.

Don't go out alone at night.

If anyone was to know how dangerous this city can be during the darkest hours, it was him. He would quite literally break down if he knew you were already shoving on your shoes in haste, running out the door to find him.

But you loved him. And love can make you do stupid things. Well, at least in your mind, anything that involved Eric couldn't be stupid. He'd do worse for you.

You pulled the jacket tighter around your frame as the cold wind blew straight to your bones, forcing an ungodly amount of shivering to follow.

But you kept your head high, looking all around in hopes of seeing his familiar face or catching a glimpse of his feathered companion.

It wasn't until you reached a dark alleyway that you discovered your first sign of life.

You heard some shuffling and the sound of broken glass being kicked around. Whoever it was seemed to be quite uncomfortable, being hidden by the dark shadows.

The area smelled of rotten food and trash, and your nose scrunched up at the scent.

You almost turned to keep walking, until you felt a tight pull in your chest.

What if it was him?

You took a few steps into the alley.

What if it wasn't?

You stopped walking and stood still, arguing silently amongst yourself.

You could practically hear Eric's voice in your head, ushering you to turn around and go home.

Wait for me there, he said. Wait for me where it's safe.

But God, what if something happened to you? your own voice argued back.

"Fuck it," you finally said aloud.

If you were going to die, at least it was because you were searching for the one person who brought happiness to your life. At least it was for him.

You stepped into the shadows and saw a hunched figure on the ground a few feet away.

Your eyes were still trying to adjust to the darkness when the being's head slowly raised up, staring at you.

Your throat tightened and you felt a queasiness fill your stomach.

Was that...?

And then his voice rang out in the silence.

"(Y/N)?"

It was Eric. Thank God, it was him.

You ran over and grabbed him before he could fall back onto the ground.

You let out a quiet sob when you saw all the blood on him, the majority being his own.

"Eric, oh my God, what happened?" you pleaded.

He took a few shaky breaths as he tried to stand with your help.

"I thought it was just one, but they-" he let out a pained groan. "There were so many more. They were waiting for me..."

He let out one final grunt as he stood full, half his weight being held up by you.

They had jumped him. That's why he hadn't made it home to you. What would have happened if you had waited at home like he wanted you to? Would he have ever made it out of this alleyway?

The thought made you sick and you tried your best to shake them out of your head.

"It's okay, I got you," you whispered.

And then you both started the slow journey back home.

You almost lost it a few times along the way, hearing Eric groan and hiss as each step caused a wave of pain to wash over him.

You absolutely hated seeing him like this. He was hurting, and you weren't able to do anything about it right now. You loved him so much and you'd give just about anything to switch places with him.

The cold tears continued to drip down your face as you both stepped through the front door, Eric finally taking the last few steps of his journey to the bed.

He plopped down with a grunt, his pained eyes looking over to you.

"You shouldn't have gone out by yourself," he finally spoke after a moment of silence.

You struggled to pull your jacket off as you rolled your eyes at this, not in annoyance but in the pure fact that through all this pain, he was still more concerned about you.

"Eric, I'd do just about anything for you. Now shut up and let me help."

You could see a small smile grace his features at your sassiness. It was one of the things he loved most about you.

You grabbed the first aid kit from the bathroom and got to work, cleaning every cut and gunshot out the best you could.

You grimaced every time you heard Eric let out a pained hiss. You hated that he hurt like this.

You continued patching him up into the early morning light, the sun finally peeking in through the window.

Eric laid there with his eyes closed as his cold hand rested on your arm gently.

"I love you," you spoke softly, putting away the remaining items into the kit.

You saw him smile and peek open his eyes at you.

"I love you too."

You slowly crawled into bed, being mindful of his injuries, as you snuggled up against his shoulder.

"Don't let that happen again," you murmured.

You could feel him begin to lightly chuckle beside you, causing a smile to grow on your lips.

"I'll do my best."

[modestlyabsurd]

Eric x reader with sleep paralysis?

Eric Draven x reader with sleep paralysis

Well, I've never had sleep paralysis, so I haven't written any specific headcannons.

You felt a strangled pain in your chest, as if a large heavy piece of ice had been placed on your body. It is impossible to breathe. Animal fear gripped your mind as a familiar feeling of despair and anxiety formed in your stomach. Fear of death.

Your eyes snapped open. What was your horror when you couldn't move. Again. It seemed like it was the tenth or twentieth time you've encountered sleep paralysis, but each time was like the first.

Your attempts to move your limbs were futile. Your eyes darted wildly around the room, hoping to find a way out of this state. The body felt like lead, as if it wasn't yours at all. A dark figure appeared in the field of vision, slowly heading in your direction. The most unpleasant nightmare. You tried to close your eyes, but even through the heaviness of your eyelids, you could see that creepy smile on shadow's face. I wanted to wake up. I wanted to fall asleep and not wake up.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" A worried voice came from the side, but your brain was in a panic to identify the owner of the voice.

"Shh, honey. I'm holding you."

You feel a gentle touch on your hand when someone else's palm begins to soothe your palm and fingers. It grounds you.

"It's okay. It will pass now. You're safe."

His words were strangely comforting. Your heartbeat was not so fast anymore, and you seemed to be able to move the muscles of your face, nervously biting your lip.

Finally, after a long couple of minutes, you feel your own body again. You're still shaking a little bit because of the feeling of fear. Eric notices your awakening and gently takes you in his arms, putting you on his lap. He squeezes you in his arms, kissing your hair and running his palm down your back. You're clinging to him like a lifeline.

"That's it. That's my rose. You did it. I'm holding you."

You sit like this for about ten minutes. Then he carries you into the kitchen, offering you hot tea and chocolate to calm your nerves. You agree.

"I think I should still hug you in my sleep," Eric says with a slight smile, wanting to lighten the atmosphere. You let out a strangled giggle as you put a piece of your favorite chocolate in your mouth.

[modestlyabsurd]