#eric draven x reader

[calmcoldevening]

Little morning with slashers

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Tw: no

Characters: Jedidiah Sawyer, Mark Hoffman, Brahms Heelshire, Eric Draven, Jason Voorhees

➤ Jedidiah Sawyer

• As usual, the morning in Texas was quite cool earlier. You've been sleeping surprisingly well lately, so you've been waking up early with a good night's sleep and very rested. The sun was lazily rising from the horizon, coloring the blackness of the sky with golden and orange colors, as if a couple of drops of lingonberry blood had been dropped into the dark water.

• You lazily opened your eyes, squinting at the light coming into the room through the thin curtains. The sheets were cool but damp from the hot Texas night.

• Stretching slightly, you try to get out of bed, but a strong pair of hands stops you, pulling you back to the man's chest. Jedidiah lets out a growl of displeasure, and you giggle softly. Turning to face him, you gently touch the leather straps on his cheeks with your fingers. He forgot to take them off again before going to bed. You gently run your nails over rough skin, the scars under the mask have almost healed, leaving behind uneven pink scars.

• "Good morning, honey," you whisper, briefly kissing him on the forehead. In response, he mutters something softly, pulling you closer to him. His dark hair had grown noticeably longer and was damp from sleeping. You gently brush his bangs out of his eyes, causing a slight smile to form on his lips.

• He was always particularly sloppy in the morning. His hair is disheveled and his eyes are sleepy with small shadows under his eyes. He's wearing a loose white shirt that smells of his body and your own hands. His arms wrapped around your waist like a protective ring, Jed won't let you walk away from him so easily this morning. He likes to just lie with you in the bedroom while the others are sleeping.

• You were the only one, apart from his mom, who really accepted him and saw through those terrible scars. You didn't care about his face, he was still damn handsome to you, and the guy was grateful for that. Jedidiah was so glad that you stayed by his side, became his love of his life and his wife. And he appreciated every second he spent with you.

• Finally, after a long ten minutes, you feel slightly thirsty, after all, you haven't drunk since last night. "Come on, honey, get up. I still have to make breakfast, remember?" You speak with a slight smile and Jed purrs in displeasure, but loosens his grip. You kiss his lips briefly and get out of bed, ready to start a new day. Your husband will stay in bed for a while longer until he feels the pleasant aroma of your breakfast from the kitchen.

➤ Mark Hoffman

• Mark always woke up much earlier than you. Insomnia and stressful detective work made themselves felt. He woke up around four in the morning, his hair and nightgown wet with sweat, his head buzzing after another nightmare. The man held his head with his hands, trying to bring his breathing back to normal.

• After a short introspection, the man turns his head to the side, noticing your peacefully sleeping figure. You've always been so beautiful, even in your dreams. All thoughts of the nightmare disappeared as soon as Mark's gaze lingered on your face. He gently pulls his hand towards your face, gently and gently stroking your smooth skin with his thumbs. He's so happy to have you by his side.

• After a couple of minutes, the man finally gets out of bed, heading to the bathroom and taking off his wet clothes. He takes a quick shower, trying to sober his thoughts with cold water. After that, he makes himself a black coffee. His weekday mornings are insanely simple and gray, but on weekends it's a little different because he can spend time with you in bed until you wake up.

• Mark drinks coffee and looks through some of the Jigsaw case, sometimes instead he finalizes another drawing of a new trap for John Kramer.

• When the time moves to seven in the morning, he already leaves the house, before briefly kissing you on the forehead. You won't remember it, but a sleepy, satisfied smile appears on your face. This, surprisingly, gives Mark a pleasant feeling in his chest.

• When you wake up, he won't be home anymore. You get out of bed and wander into the kitchen to get a drink of water. Mark's breakfast is already on the kitchen table with a note next to it. "I hope you eat this. I know about your problems with food, so I hope you at least have breakfast, little lady." You smile slightly, admiring the note. The omelet he made has a sloppy ketchup heart on it.

➤ Brahms Heelshire

• A morning with Brahms is always a real lottery, you never know what mood he will be in today.

• If Brahms wants to be an adult, he will certainly get up before you. Of course, you cook for him most of the time, but he does not lack the skill to cook something simple. The man will make simple ham and cheese sandwiches and tea/coffee. Having prepared everything necessary, Brahms will return to the bedroom with breakfast ready in bed for you. You're sleeping peacefully, making soft noises. He will wake you up with a gentle kiss on your forehead, and he will put stray strands of hair behind your ear. "Good morning, Princess. I brought you breakfast."

• If Brahms decides to be little, he will be clingy and moody.

• Usually the baby wakes up before you as well. He'll frown, pick up his mask from the bedside table, and just stare at you. Brahms will just lie next to you for a couple of minutes, not knowing where to put himself. At such moments, he always naively thought that when he wakes up, you should already wake up. A man will climb on top of you, putting his chin on your chest.

"Y/N, I'm hungry!"

• He will bother you for a couple of long minutes in a row until you wake up. When you finally sleepily open your eyes, he'll be giggling with his nose in your neck.

"Good morning! I missed you," he purred with happy smile, squeezing you in his arms.

• Mornings with little Brahms are never quiet.

➤ Eric Draven

• Eric usually wakes up before you, he has a fairly light sleep. The guy smiles slightly when cool gusts of wind touch his body, penetrating into the room through the open window, and his feet stand on a warm tree.

• You get up almost behind the guy. Your eyes open sleepily when you don't feel the warmth of your lover on the bed next to you, the sheets under your palms are already cool enough.

• The air is filled with the aromas of flowering plants and young forest. Probably, the decision to move from that small town to a house near the city was the best one in your whole life. You moved in not so long ago, about two months ago, but you have already turned this place into your own cozy nest.

• You get out of bed and stumble awkwardly into the kitchen. Eric was here. His broad back immediately appears in front of your eyes, covered with scars in some places. His favorite big white shirt was on you right now. Eric turns to face you, giving you a warm smile, two mugs of coffee in his hands.

• Previously, a summer morning was always a good time to stay outside. And now the two of you are sitting on the porch. Eric put his arm around you, draping a thin plaid over your shoulders. You were sitting peacefully with each other, drinking hot coffee and looking into the darkness of the forest. Your boyfriend's presence has always been so comforting. Eric looks down at you and kisses you on the forehead, leaving a small wet mark on your skin.

"Good morning, my rose."

➤ Jason Voorhees

• You woke up because you were cold. It's damn cold. You slowly opened your sleepy eyes and sat up in bed, wrapping yourself more tightly in the blanket. The seat next to you was empty. No, of course, you knew that your boyfriend was special and he didn't need to sleep, but he was usually here with you until the morning, warming you with his big body.

• Your first thought was that maybe there were intruders in the camp again. But in such a cold season, hardly anyone would dare to enter the forest 'with ghosts'. So you decided to just wait, hoping for his return soon.

• Jason returned after a long half hour. He entered the room, throwing a large number of branches in front of the fireplace, and looked at you in surprise. He hoped you were still asleep. Jason's gaze slides anxiously over your trembling body. He frowns when he notices how you're shaking from the cold and your blue lips.

• Jason quickly lights a fireplace in the room, throwing in a large number of branches and comes to your bed. He takes you in his arms with care and tenderness, putting you on his lap, and squeezes you in his arms, hoping to warm you. Seeing you like this, Jason was consumed with guilt from the inside, he was so sorry that he left you. The man just didn't expect you to wake up so quickly, he wanted to quickly go get firewood for the extinguished fireplace.

• But you were better now. The room gradually became warm because of the burning fireplace, and the pleasant warmth of Jason's chest gave you peace and comfort. You curled up on his chest like a kitten while he gently stroked your head with his big hand. You felt so good in his arms.

#slashers x reader #jedidiah sawyer #jedidiah sawyer x reader #leatherface x you #the leatherface #leatherface x reader #mark hoffman x you #mark hoffman saw #mark hoffman x reader #mark hoffman #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms x reader #brahms the boy #brahms heelshire #eric draven #eric draven x reader #eric draven x you #jason voorhes x reader #jason voorhees

[fbfh]

So I might have watched the Crow.... and I might have read the comics... and I might have made a 3 hour playlist... and I cannot stop thinking about Eric Draven. Just can't. Look at him

This man is a feminist. This man blew up a pawn shop to get an engagement ring back. This man is a metal guitarist which means you KNOW he's good with his hands. This man is canonically SO horny and SO sad. He aches. He laid down on his fiancée's grave and never intended on moving ever again. He has a cat named Gabriel because Shelley wanted a cat. This man is a protector of children who believes that recovery is possible. This man kills abusers violent criminals. He just fuckin. Recites contextually applicable poetry before murdering bad guys.

Eric Draven does not ever let anyone feel unsafe, especially not you. You're not afraid to go out at night or walk home anymore. You see crows and you know you're safe. You hear metal guitar coming from some rooftop in the distance and you know he's got you. He never lets you think anything is meaningless or trivial, he cares about details, your details. Your little thoughts and ideas and dreams. He is not ever going to let you feel pain again. Your safety, the safety of innocent people, of women and children and victims is not something he fucks around with. He is something you can count on.

#drabbles #the crow #the crow x reader #the crow drabbles #eric draven #eric draven x reader #eric draven drabbles #he's 6'3 btw

[amomentsescape]

Maybe You Deserve Better

Eric Draven x Reader

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

Warnings: A little bit angsty, a little bit fluffy

Word Count: 600

Eric finally shuffled in through the front door, his hair and body soaked from the cold rain this evening.

It was a blessing that these types of things didn't affect him anymore. For as long as he was out there, any normal person would have been in the hospital by now.

He slipped off his boots and dropped the wet coat to the floor.

You would surely yell at him for all the puddles he left, but he would happily deal with that situation later.

Crime was more rampant than ever in this city, and Eric has found that each night becomes more exhausting than the last. He probably would have given up by now if it wasn't for you.

Speaking of which, he rounded the corner and found you tucked safely into bed, a book sprawled out on your chest as you slept soundly.

Eric could feel his mouth turn downwards a bit at this scene.

You had, once again, tried to stay awake for him.

He truly hated worrying you like this all the time. There have been too many instances where he walked inside and was met by your tear stricken face, you sharing your worries that tonight was the one where he wouldn't come home.

It broke his heart to put you through that over and over again.

He had considered a few times that maybe you would have been better off without him. At least then, you could be happier than you were now, no longer having to cry or push yourself to lose sleep.

But he found the idea to be impossible. He loved you too much to let you be on your own. Maybe he was selfish in that way. But death had brought too much tragedy for him. You were the only thing that made him want to stay on this God forsaken earth.

He stood over your sleeping figure and brushed a few strands of hair from your face, smiling gently at the way your brows creased together at his touch.

"Eric?" you whispered.

You began to sit up in bed, your eyes still heavy from the deep sleep you just awoke from.

"Hey, lay back down. I'll be in bed in a minute," he hushed.

You simply pouted back at him. "Come here now."

He almost chuckled at this. "I'm soaked from the rain, dear."

You let out a groan and flopped onto your back, your arms outstretching towards him.

"I don't care."

He finally let out that laugh he had been holding, giving into you.

The bed would become cold after a few minutes, but it didn't seem like either of you cared in that moment.

He crawled in and laid down beside you, carefully taking you into his wet arms. But you still cradled into him just the same.

"You're so cold," you grumbled.

Eric looked down at you, feeling a sense of guilt.

Of course he was cold. He was barely even alive. Maybe you deserved someone truly human. Maybe you deserved to live in an area not so dangerous. And maybe you deserved a life other than this one.

But you always insisted that there was no place you'd rather be unless it was with him. He wanted to believe your words. He tried so hard to. But how could he when you were everything, and he was barely something.

"I love you," you whispered, slowly beginning to drift back into your slumber.

He hid a small tear that slid down his face, muttering a simple "I love you" back.

And he did. He truly did.

#eric draven x reader #eric draven #the crow 1994 #slashers x reader #slash fanfiction #slasher preference #slashers #slasher summer #slasher fandom

[leeby-deeby]

Eric Draven x Anxious!Reader

headcanons for my seester, @angellieque ♥ 🖤He's very patient with you 🖤speaks in the softest voice he can muster 🖤would probably read to you to help distract you 🖤He's not leaving your side until you're calm 🖤sing "It can't rain all the time" to help more 🖤he worries about you alot 🖤gently rocking you 🖤He'll lay down with you! 🖤and if needed, he'll gladly listen to you vent 🖤 "That's it, get it all off your chest, dear."

#writeblr #the crow 1994 #eric draven #eric draven x reader #fluffy headcanons #soft headcanons

[mysadcorner]

Could you write an Eric Draven x Fem! Reader fanfic where the reader is the girlfriend of a mob boss similar to Top Dollar, but she feels trapped and wants desperately to escape her life with such a wicked man, and Eric comes to kick the mob boss’s ass and they fall in love etc. :) preferably plus size reader? If you’re comfortable with that?

Eric Draven x Fem!Reader (Mob Bosses Girlfriend)

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• Eric would be very curious when he first sees you, especially if you’re in different circumstances than the average person. He can see that something is wrong, so when he’s not busy he’ll watch over you until he can figure out what that is.

• After realising your situation, Eric immediately tries to reach out to you when you’re alone. No matter how short the timing of this may be. He can see you’re struggling and wants to send you a message to hang on for a little bit longer and to not be scared when he finally intervenes.

• If he begins to care about you deeply then he’ll try his best to meet you without scaring you away, but he’s fully aware that this is a hard task due to the way people see him. He has a comforting nature to him, so as soon as you see him for the first time you know that he isn’t as terrifying as he looks.

• Giving you help would be incredibly satisfying for Eric, especially as he’s had some time in leading up to this moment of justice. Depending on how terribly he treat you, Eric will deliver to this guy the pain he caused you but a thousand times worse.

• Finding the mob boss would be very easy for Eric as he’s been watching you for quite some time, and if the two of you have interacted before then you may be able to help Eric find the best time and place to get rid of him. No matter how much Eric has to chase this guy, he’ll always track him down in the end.

• Eric would take pride in scaring the mob boss and his men, especially if he’s in the middle of disposing of them. He wants to treat them cruelly as reparations for how they treated you and others.

• Looking after you would become his top priority after he’s helped you get your freedom. He’ll continue to watch over you from a distance and may interact with you on occasion, mainly because you’re always in the back of his mind now.

• You may even end up in a romantic relationship together if you encourage him to actively stay around you more. If this happens, he’ll do anything and everything in his ability to show you what a good relationship can be like, even if he’s busy sometimes.

#eric draven x you #eric draven x y/n #eric draven x reader #eric draven headcanons #the crow #the crow x reader #the crow x y/n #the crow headcanons #the crow x you #brandon lee #brandon lee x reader

[1-800-cr33py]

now…

yall sleeping on this man. Eric Draven???? Theres a TERRIBLE lack of asks about my man right here and that hurts me. LOOK AT HIMMMMMMM

#ugh i need him #look at him #hes so babygirl #eric draven #eric draven x reader #the things i do for love #the things i want to do to him… #the crow 1994 #brandon lee

[rottindecay]

might cook up Vampire!Eric Draven x Reader soon..

Ugh I love my husband

#⭑𓂃 𝑹⛧𝑻 .ᐟ #⭑𓂃 𝑹⛧𝑻 .ᐟ rambles. #Eric Draven #Eric Draven x Reader #the crow #the crow x Reader #I love my husband!! #vampires #vampire #vampire! Eric Draven….. #vampire!eric Draven x Reader #I LOVE ERIC DRAVEB #Brandon Lee #!!!

[6lostgirl6]

Hey bestie could you please do some Eric Draven dating head canons when you open your requests back up!!!?

I headcanon that Eric never died at the end of the film, he’s basically like Batman and watches over Detroit in order to remove criminals, permanently, and keep the city safe. So in my future writings, the ending of him dying never happened.

Dating Eric Draven HCs

You met him when you were being harassed by a wanted criminal in an alleyway. During one of his patrols around the city, he found you and proceeded to rescue you with his regular methods, essentially he brutally killed the guy.

When he got a closer look at you, he was absolutely captivated. Not only was it your beauty that captured his attention, but the lack of fear and extreme gratefulness you expressed despite what he did and how he looks. 

He took it upon himself to walk you home, in order to make sure you got there safely and without further trouble. 

After that night, he became obsessed. 

He took it upon himself to look after you, mainly because he was curious about you and the feelings you made him feel. Things he hasn’t felt since he lost Shelly.

When he starts dating you, watching over you doesn’t stop, it honestly gets worse. He is very protective over the things he cares about and he cannot allow anything to happen to you. You were his new reason for happiness. 

His favorite nicknames for you would include; my love, princess/prince/princex, and sweetheart. He is the type of boyfriend that would give you such sweet nicknames because you gave him a second chance at happiness and he appreciates you so much.  

Whenever he’s patrolling around the city, he will send his crow to watch over you in various shifts.

His crow absolutely adores you, it’ll hang out on your shoulder like a feathered guardian while you’re doing anything. 

Being who he is, he is bound to have enemies that would want to bring him down and they will definitely try. In order to bring him down, they would have to bring you down first. 

If you ever get kidnapped or hurt in the process, Eric will not hesitate in going after you in a fit of possessed rage and slaughtering whoever it was that touched you, let alone harm you.

Afterwards, his protectiveness would double. 

When your relationship has already deepened, you end up living with him in the flat that he resides in. You helped fix up the place and had assistance which made him feel like his old self for a while. 

The two of you spend time laying on the floor surrounded by albums and listening to music. Sometimes he’ll let you play some of his old albums he made with his band but he’ll eventually need a break because he starts thinking about the past. 

Some nights, Eric takes you to the roof of his flat and plays his guitar for you, he even wrote a few songs in honor of you and it honestly made you emotional cause the music was so touching and special. 

That doesn’t stop you from asking him to absolutely shred it on his guitar, he’s so talented, you love it when he plays around you. 

He’s very affectionate and his favorite thing is having you on his lap with his ear against your chest, he loves listening to your heartbeat. It keeps him grounded and reminds him that you’re still with him.

Therefore, whenever his mental health goes downhill, pulling him against you and holding him helps him majorly. He’ll grip you tight and press his face against your neck. 

He absolutely loves kissing you and his kisses are so sweet and full of passion. Whenever he wants to kiss you, he will cup your face, his thumbs stroking your cheeks before he pulls your lips against his. 

Whenever his makeup starts coming off or fading, you help redo it for him, sitting on his lap while he has an arm around your waist. 

Eric would never use his powers on you, especially the one that allows him to look through your memories. He respects your privacy and would only do it if you allowed him to when you couldn't get the words out.

He’s a really good listener so whenever you’re feeling down, he’ll hold you and tell you that everything is going to be okay. 

When you can’t get the words out or explain clearly what happened, that’s when Eric would use his powers. Only with your permission though, he doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. 

Sometimes you forget that he can heal so when he comes home with literal bullet holes and stab wounds, you totally don’t freak out.

#the crow 1994 #1994 the crow #the crow #eric draven #eric draven x reader #eric draven headcanons #headcanons #eric never died at the end of the film #eric is literally batman

[lebenspurpur]

Hello there, can i ask you to make a Reader x Eric Draven but they have a child ?

Its my first time requesting somenthing heh , sorry if this looks horrible

AN: This is short but sweet, I hope you'll enjoy it :3

You groan quietly as the crying shakes you from your slumber, mind still clinging to the drowsiness of sleep.

Something moves next to you, the mattress dips, and something soft caresses your cheek. You can't stop the pleased hum that leaves your lips at the feeling.

"I'll take care of it.", Eric's voice is quiet and warm against your cheek. His lips caress your skin briefly, before he moves again. Unfortunately, the pleasant warmth behind you leaves with him.

Your eyes closed, you pull the sheets tighter around you and nuzzle your nose in the familiar smell. The crying slowly ebbs away. Low footsteps echo in the hallway.

With a sleepy smile, you blink and open your eyes, observing your lover as he makes his way through the door.

Eric's gaze is focused on his daughter, brown eyes gleaming with adoration as he admires the way her tiny fingers hold onto his big ones. A warm feeling spreads in your chest as you watch him coo at her, lips curved into an angelic smile.

A protective palm shields the back of her skull as he climbs onto the bed, leaning down into the pillows and blankets once more. The warmth returns with him.

Gently, he lays his daughter's head on his chest, securing her with his hand on her back.

"She just felt lonely, I think.", Eric's voice is still hushed as he moves his other fingers to cup your cheek, "You okay?"

You hum a "yes", and lean into his touch, sighing at the warmth of it.

Your daughter's hand finds one of your fingers, and you let her hold onto you, fondly cherishing at the infant's strength. If she was already this strong now, how much stronger would she get when she grew older?

"She's so pretty.", Eric sounds breathless in his admiring, eyebrows raised in what looks like a helpless amount of emotion.

"Comes from your genes.", you chuckle while you watch him, thumb skimming over your child's fingers. They're so tiny, so innocent.

Warm lips meet your cheek again as Eric breathes a "I love you" against your features. You can see him look at you as you turn your head, eyes glossy and thankful, and your heart grows at the sight of your lover.

"I never thought I'd have something like this.", he sounds overwhelmed in his affection, lip trembling as he strokes your child's back, "Thank you."

"I love you, too.", your whisper is just as quiet, and you nuzzle your head into his shoulder as he sighs, contently admiring his little family.

#eric draven #eric draven x reader #eric draven fluff #slasher x reader #slashers #the crow 1994 #the crow x reader #brandon lee #the crow movie #fluff #gender neutral reader

[calmcoldevening]

Reader helps Eric after he got injured

You helps Eric after he got injured

• You were sitting on Eric's lap, treating his arm wound. Of course, he didn't have any special problems with recovery, it would only take about an hour, but you always insisted on your help. How could Eric refuse your pretty face?

• He will gently stroke your back, watching your actions while you carefully and intently cleaned up excess blood.

• "Come on, my rose, one kiss and I'll be fine," he says with a smile. You roll your eyes, but obey and kiss him on the forehead. Eric closes his eyes contentedly, leaning towards your touch.

• Perhaps it could be a little harmful. Eric sees how you want to help him, so he calls you for all sorts of trifles. Give him a little massage, feed him, help him change his clothes and all that. If you want to play nurse so badly, he'll let you.

• He really relies on you at this time, you are his personal guardian angel.

• Eric tells you that the best cure for pain is your kisses, so when he's hurt, he'll reach for your touch like a kitten.

• Now he doesn't hug you at night, but you hug him. It was his time to be a little spoon.

#slashers x reader #eric draven x reader #eric draven #eric draven x you #eric draven headcanons

[rose-and-thorn-fanfics]

Okay so hear me out, eric draven x reader with like either a cute hades x Persephone au with protective eric and lots of fluff OR one where the reader is Shelly reincarnated but like only in soul and some memories not in looks. I imagine eric has some sort of soul bond so he can recognize her. Femme aligned preferred lol of course if you don’t mind, lovely. I figured both were interesting so you might like a crack at it lol thanks darling

Ok! Sorry it took me so long to get around to this :) I’m going with the second option you gave me! Hope you like it!

“The Eyes Are A Window To The Soul” (an Eric Draven x Reader Fanfic) tw: suicidal ideation

It had been a week and a half since you had last had one of those dreams, and you’d almost convinced yourself that’s all they were: dreams. They couldn’t be memories, even if that’s what they felt like. You’d never been in a relationship before. You’d never even been kissed (one of the many things that your high-school classmates constantly had teased you about until you dropped out). Now you were college aged, and still had no plans for the future. But those dreams… they felt so real. You hated to admit it but they were all you had. ‘And they aren’t even based on anything.’ You stood in front of the road, letting the rain soak you in your misery. You felt so alone on the wet and glistening streets. Nobody cared if you disappeared forever.

A crow cawed, perched on a parked car nearby. It flapped its wings, shaking drops from its feathers. You waited patiently. You just needed a car to speed down that street. Fast enough for you to step out in front of it without it being able to swerve away in time. The crow cawed again, and several cars passed. Police sirens wailed. ‘Not fast enough… but maybe—‘ you heard a screeching noise and the revving of an engine. A silver camry sped recklessly around the corner. At the last second, you jumped out in front of it, only to feel someone catch you by the collar of your coat and pull you back onto the sidewalk. You yelped, cursing loudly as you turned around to see who had prevented your death. Your voice fell short when you saw who had saved you. Even with that makeup, it was unmistakably the man from your dreams.

He blinked at you, face white as the moon and black painted lips forming a frown. “You should be more careful.” He said wearily. “You could’ve easily gotten hit head on. You would be dead if I hadn’t grabbed you in time.”

Indignant ignited inside you, remembering how badly you had wanted to end it all. “I know. I wanted to get hit.” You sighed with a mix of frustration and exhaustion.

The man’s expression darkened, and he brushed a strand of your wet hair from your eyes. His pale fingers brushed your face just slightly, and upon contact with your skin, you saw his eyes widen. He stumbled backwards, completely shocked, like he had seen a ghost. “….Shelly?” He said, breathing heavily.

Hearing that name, you couldn’t explain the sudden emotions that washed over you. The name felt so true, so right, when he addressed you with it. And yet those two syllables stirred up an ache in you you’d almost completely forgotten. You stepped closer to the man.

“You promised me you’d join me in this life again…” He said, leaning against the wall of the brick building behind him for support. “Do you… remember me?” His tone was both loving and desperate. “You look so different. But I swear…” the man’s voice trailed off.

Leaning against the wall next to him, you summoned some courage before opening up. “My name is Y/n, but I have these dreams that feel so real. I was having them every night up until a week ago. You…. were in them. I’m sorry, you must think I’m crazy…” you turned away your head in embarrassment. “But when you called me Shelly… I felt something I haven’t felt in so long.”

The man put his arm over your shoulder and you felt a sense of belonging, a sense of love, almost like a promise. “Eric?” You said. You couldn’t explain why you said that name.

He turned, holding you close and looking you directly in the eyes. “You remember, don’t you?” He smiled with relief. “That’s my name. Those weren’t dreams, Y/n. Those were memories of a past life. Our life. Together.”

“Can you call me Shelly again? I want to remember everything.” You whispered.

“Shelly, I love you.” He whispered in your ear.

A shiver ran down your spine. You felt a new sense of meaning, just from the way Eric held you. Just from that name he called you. “I love you too, Eric.”

Eric kisses your cheek, and you ran your fingers through his dark hair. More memories and flashbacks came back to you as he kissed you again and again, getting closer and closer to your lips until your lips met. Tears streamed down your cheeks, as you remembered all the plans you had made with him for the future. All the moments you’d spent together, and the painful ending to it all. A sense of peace washed over you as your tongue entwined with his. Someone cared. And it made you want to live. It made you dare not to end it all.

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[amomentsescape]

Eric x reader, where the reader is a vampire while Eric is like usual and they hunt together. Eric kills, then reader feeds after... 😏🖤🩸🖤

Eric with a Vampire! Reader

Eric Draven x Vampire! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death & blood

A/N: I love this vampire dynamic with Eric. It just seems to suit him :)

Eric really enjoys having someone like you as his partner

You both are undead, not having to worry of being harmed or dying

Eric is still incredibly protective over you though

He can't help it; it's in his nature

But it does somewhat help alleviate his worries knowing that you can take care of yourself

But one of the things he enjoys assisting you on is your hunger

He kills terrible, immoral people for a living

They deserve whatever comes to them

So when you find yourself needing a midnight snack, Eric is happy to oblige

You both have an endless amount of bad people to choose from in a city like this anyways

You always enjoy watching what Eric does

He's swift with any weapon he can find

And his confidence never wavers

You sometimes think he's trying to show off for you when you're around too

Not that you mind

And once the bodies are piled up on the dirty ground, he lets you have free reign

He doesn't mind watching you feed

In a way, he's proud to have been the one to give you your food source

He really just enjoys providing for you in general

Will help hold your hair or clothing back so you don't get too messy

He sometimes brings little baggies and blood collecting tools so you can take the "leftovers" home

Carefully wipes the drops of blood off your chin with his thumb

Soft kisses in the dark

And when you're all done, he wraps his arm around you as you walk home

If you both happen to catch another criminal in the act during your walk...

Well, just more food for you and another excuse for Eric to show just how willing he is to provide

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Eric Draven x Reader Halloween Headcanons!

🎃Matching costumes! 🎃Halloween themed poetry! 🎃classic horror movie marathons 🎃 cute fake vampire fangs 🎃c'mon you can't tell me he wouldn't do a dumb dracula impression to make you smile 🎃Pumpkin carving!!! 🎃passing out candy is especially a favorite! 🎃cookies shaped like bats , pumpkins , ghosts 🎃 any left over candy, you both can eat together! 🎃cool october weather is perfect for you two to cuddle 🎃cuddle pile with you, Draven and Gabriel!

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[sweetandabitspycho]

Eric Draven x Reader

Title: The Crow’s

Summary: Soul mates.

Request: YES

Warnings: Probably a few ( a lot of...) grammar errors

I'm so, so, so sorry it's taken so long and is short! But I’ll probably make a part two, let me know what you think, please.

It was a nice day, the weather was sunny well that was until it turned 5, l the rain came hard and fast. To top it off I'm in thin black pants and a shirt. I walked at a faster pace trying to get home faster, I decided to take an alleyway, not the best  decision but it  offered a little bit of shelter from the cold. I was almost out when someone grabbed my shoulder, it forced me to turn around. God he was ugly, he looked about 40, with white hair. Damn I forgot my knife, fuck.

“What do you want?” I question sternly one rule, NEVER let anyone know if your scared. He let out a chuckle and tried to move closer to me, I moved back. I was trying to keep the distance between us, until ether I found something to defined myself or if someone saw.

The man tried to grab me but someone stopped him, a tall man with white paint on his face scared him off after the old man tried to hit him.

"Thanks for saving me," I said looking at my savior. He looked at me for a minute, it wasn't a scary look just a look that made you feel safe. He smiled "No problem. Do you want me to walk you home?" He asked in a sweet voice. “Yes, please?” I said.

“So…. Do you always save people and walk them home?” I asked as we walked. “Just the cute ones.” He let out a chuckle. “But no. But this is a dangerous area,” he looked at a crow that was flying by. The rest of the walk was quiet but not uncomfortable, it was nice. “This is me,” I said turning to him, that's when I noticed the blood. “Are you okay?” I quickly question, and he looked down at his side. “Yeah, it was from a knife,” he said like it was nothing. “Let me look?” I said moving to unlock my door. “No, I don't want to be a burden,” he said turning. “Please? As a thank you for saving me.” I said trying to convince him.

“Okay.” he walked into my house, I told him to sit on the couch as I grabbed the things I need. “Take off your shirt, please?” I asked placing the stuff down. Once his shirt there was a crow tattoo just like mine on his heart. I let out a laugh he looked at me like I was crazy. "You're my soul mate," I said moving my shirt for him to see my tattoo. He laughed too.

"Thankfully I saved you huh?” he asked laughing, “After I cleaned your cut, how about we talk?” I asked smiling, he said that was fine.

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i said vincent out of habit but... Eric Draven, pretty pretty please i wanna hug him so bad

Eric Draven x Reader - Hug

cw: he's a dead guy, unrequited love

Decided to do this one in present tense (feeling the present tense lately).

Masterlist

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You throw yourself into his chest, and he's somehow all at once more solid and less real than you remember.

He's dense, you suppose; there's a density to his physical form now that reminds you of a dead body, unapologetically heavy and filled with nothing but meat and muscle. But when it comes to him, to the Eric you remember, he's a shell of his former self. He seems to remember you, and yet he's distant somehow, like he's speaking to you from somewhere very far away. The warmth of that sweet rockstar you'd crushed on for years, his humanity ... it's all gone.

His arms wrap around you in kind on instinct, but it takes a couple beats for him to squeeze you.

"Y/N ... hey," he whispers, voice thin and fragile as cobwebs. It's cold as death out tonight, and yet his breath makes no vapor.

"Eric," you manage, before giving up entirely and basking in his presence. It's not the same ... not at all. As you breathe deeply, expecting his scent - warm, cinnamon and vanilla and a hint of weed despite his straight-edge tendencies - the smell that comes is distinctly different.

He smells like turned soil ... and some sharp, sweet chemical you can't identify, but mostly soil. And blood, puss. Hurt. He smells like wounds. A molding polyester blend. The musky chalk of corpsepaint. Kerosene. Rain....

The scent is overwhelming, and it makes you pull back, looking into his face with abrupt concern. "Eric ... where - where have you been? How is this ... how is this possible? You died."

He has the decency to look apologetic. "I can't explain. I just need you to trust me."

Of course you trust him. You hadn't spent years pining over him, on the outside looking in on his perfect relationship, to stop trusting him now.

You start a bit as a crow comes down from the sky out of seemingly nowhere and lands on his shoulder. It stares at you with its beady eyes, and under the weight of that stare, you feel like you don't need to know what's going on.

It's Eric, after all. "Okay," you breathe. "Anything you need."

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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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