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Think of me, that's all I ask of you (Eric Draven X Oc)

Hi, this is my first ever attempt at an Eric Draven fic, Unless requested I do use transgender males as my Oc's as I myself am a trans man and I feel the need to help represent. This is a song fic, which I have never done before, but I loved the idea of as soon as a few songs from the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack inspired me!

this fic does have 18+ content, please use your best judgement when reading this. I know it's not accurate fully to the movie ( I haven't watched it in years because finding out what happened to darling Brandon Lee...I haven't been able to stomach watching it. that and I want *Happy* fics because i have enough angst in my life as it is. that being said enjoy!

Warnings: Smut, swearing, mentions of death, mentions of being depressed, transgender oc with female anatomy used, top surgery scars mentioned, established relationship, unprotected sex (Please practice safe sex!)

(This fic is based off the songs “Think of me.” and “All I ask of you.” From The Phantom of the Opera soundtrack (one of my fave musical movies) and while it won't be true to the Crow movie because that whole movie breaks my heart and I just had to write it this way because I adore Brandon Lee, and think Eric Draven deserved better, that being said, that man and his fictional character have their hold on me like a vice, and this is the kind of things my brain makes while listening to music.Italics are flashbacks bold are phrases from the songs. With that being said, enjoy this highly inaccurate fanfic/song fic.)

Eli Brodrick had just come home from a post transition op appointment to his shared apartment with his partner, Eric Draven, only to see his love injured gravely on the floor. With tears in his eyes, Eli falls to his knees at Eric’s side, crying as he held his hand. “E-Eric..Don’t give up, please, please..” His voice was shaky and he felt the sharp lump in his throat as those beautiful eyes flutter open weakly, “Darling.. Think of me when we have said goodbye. Promise me you will think of me.” And with that, Eric had closed his eyes, heaving one last breath and falling into silence as he stilled forever. The police had come in, and started handling everything, but Eli would be forever changed. He moved to a different place, in a different part of town and had soon was just sitting lonely at night. He often would care for the young girl Sarah, who he and Eric had viewed as their daughter. Many nights she spent watching as Eli became a shell of himself, he officially swore off music, the pain of hearing anything that would remind him of Eric and his band was too great, and over time he got used to the deathly quiet atmosphere he had when his sobs had stilled.

Two days before the one year anniversary, he sat on his grave, gently rubbing the stone as he placed a single red rose upon the resting place of his love, the ring he wore that Eric had gifted him as a promise ring was hanging off a dainty silver chain and he often times, including now, rubbing it mindlessly as he thought back to Eric, and all their memories, eyes watering as Sarah sat with Eli, trying to comfort the older male who soon let out distressed sobs.

Eli dashed into Eric’s arms as the taller returned home from band practice, a grin spreading across his face as he pecked the dark haired male’s lips. “I missed you. Did you have a good time?” The way Eli asked with tender care in his voice sent pleasant shivers through Eric’s spine, the amount of care and love the trans male had for him had always surprised him, and as their love grew, so did the adoration they felt for the smallest details of each other’s personalities.

“Of course, but I missed you. I actually stopped and bought something for you on the way home.” Eric admitted, his voice husky as he spoke softly, the small box in his pocket of his jacket feeling heavy. It may have been a promise ring, but those promises were ones that hung like a glass ornament on a christmas tree, fragile, shining bright, a deep memory with a story of love and triumph held in it’s delicate sphere.

“Aww, darling Eric, you are just the sweetest.” Now only standing at five foot three, the brunette male who had only come out a month before, but after two years of knowing Eric, and one of dating Eric, who had been quietly bisexual, he tilted his head up to his handsome musician lover, “You look deep in thought, are you alright?” He mutters softly, holding the large calloused left hand in his small and soft one.

“Just thinking, my love. You know I love you, right? That you mean the world to me and from the day that we met I had promised you I would give you my entire world without a single complaint? Well, to symbolize that, I have bought you a ring, a silver band with black jewels embedded in it, though there is one red one in it, and that one is to symbolize my love for you, a beacon of light in this dark world. A promise that we will one day legally adopt Sarah, get out of here as a family, move somewhere safer, where we can live happily together. A promise that my love for you will never run out.” Eric felt tears sting at the back of his own eyes as his partner’s let his shed. The words leaving the lips of the musician warming the heart that Eli carried gently within his chest. Eric almost dropped the ring as he pulled it from the box, sliding it on the middle finger on the left hand that held his own left hand at one point.

“Oh, ‘Ric you darling, I love you so much and look forward to the day we make that promise solid.” He admired the ring, the red sapphire surrounded by onyx gems in the silver band fit him like a glove and automatically brought his mind to his lover. The way their love was like the light in the dark, how they stood as one against their world. With a kiss to seal the deal, they headed to their kitchen to share dinner before falling asleep in one another’s embrace as they lie snug under their bedsheets for another night.

Eli sniffled as he felt Sarah lay her head on his shoulder, he had adopted her, just like he and Eric had planned, she now called him dad, Eric was still her other one, just not on paper, but in both the lonely hearts, he was the other father, affectionately referred to between the two as her ‘papa’, a name she had once promised to bestow on Eric once she had been formally brought into the family.

That night, the two went home, and after their dinner, they both went their own ways to their respective rooms within the small house that they lived in across town. Eli held a picture of the three to his chest, letting tears silently slip onto the pillow in translucent drops of sorrow, like rain silently pouring from the skies. The aching in his heart never subsided, even with the knowledge he was living half of what the couple had planned only three months before Eric was taken from him. The time of the one year mark had not only quickly approached, but caused great pain to Eli, he was a present father to Sarah, but at night he silently mourned his one love alone, keeping his pain as to himself as he possibly could, trying to be strong for the young girl in his care.

Rain flowed as Sarah had been going toward the store for his dad, he needed a missing ingredient for dinner and she had offered to get it seeing as he had already had food cooking on the stove. Bumping into a figure decked in lots of black and leather, Sarah winced inwardly, afraid she would be met with anger and violence. Sarah fell to her butt, a gasp falling from her lips, the rain was pouring and she could feel a puddle seeping into her pants. “I am so sorry.” She said, trying to be strong and brave, “Stupid rain.” she mutters, the distaste of the rain clear as fresh pool water lingering in her voice.

“It can’t rain all the time.” The voice of the person towering over Sarah echoed through the silence, a deep timber that surprised the girl when it registered in her mind who it was. HE had always said that to Eli when he had a bad day, it was an iconic line that Eric had created..And now she was hearing it for the first time in a year, her eyes slowly gazing at the person who owned the voice.

Eric had crouched down to her level, showing her he would not hurt her, and that he was checking to make sure she was alright and hadn’t hit her head. “Hey Sar-bear.” Though he had white face paint with black lips that had lines through on his lips, and dark eyes with black lines, he still looked like himself, his hair falling in dark wet heaps on his shoulders, just like the young lady had remembered. Her eyes teared up, the disbelief that bubbled in her chest was overtaken by a fizz of joy, her arms wrapping around him as she let out a cry and hugged him, locking his neck in an embrace. “Eric!”

His arms wrapped around her, his eyes closing as he held her body tightly to his, like he was afraid she would disappear into thin air. He had missed her and Eli dearly, and now that he had eliminated his killers, he was able to be home with his little family again. “I missed you so much. I-is Eli ok? Are you ok?” His worries flew out of his mouth like a spray, the dad instincts kicking in rapidly as he held the small frame of the person he considered a daughter in his leather coated grasp.

“D-dad is ok, but.. He misses you Papa..Really really bad. He’s a shell of who he used to be. Stays strong in front of me and acts like any other dad, but I can always hear him crying for you.” Sarah admits sadly, the whisper she lets out made both hearts clench, she knew as painful as it was to admit, and it must have been for him to hear, it needed to be said, he needed to know they both needed him back.

“You will take me back to him right? Y-you guys weren’t at the apartment..I have been looking for you for days…and taking care of some unresolved business I guess you could say.” Eric states, the longing for the love of his life was rattling the bars of his heart, trying to escape the metaphorical cage it was enclosed in.

“Of course..We just have to get him some stuff for dinner tonight. He didn’t realize he was out until he had dinner on the stove.” Sarah confessed, a chuckle leaving Eric’s lips and her own at the typical situation that he had been known to find himself in constantly.

“Sounds about right, let's get his stuff and get back home.” Eric smiles, helping Sarah up and helping her finish the task before Eli had a heart attack at his daughter being late and letting worry destroy him.

Eli looked out the window, trying to ignore the ache in his chest as the day of the year dawned on him. An entire year of being empty without the love of his life. A year of only leaving for his appointments, to take Sarah to and from school, or grocery shopping. He refused to go to most places he once frequented with Eric, the bitter taste from being faced by the memories was too much to handle, so he left it at that. The door opened, a bit farther from the kitchen but the sound of the heavy door was still able to be heard. It had become like white noise to the young father, not bothering him in the slightest knowing it was only his daughter, Sarah, who had the key.

“Hey dad,I have something for you. Other than the pasta you needed for dinner.”

Eli could sense the anxiety in her voice, though he had yet to turn around, he could feel the looming worry she held in her speech. Though as he turned around, he was able to make out very little other than Eric before his world went dark, knees giving out like jello had replaced the joints and he had collapsed into the waiting arms of his lover.

“Sarah, turn off the stove and get a glass of water and a cool damp rag for me and meet me in the living room.” Eric said, not missing a beat as he carried his darling into the living room and gently placed him on the worn couch, a blanket soon draped over his body.

Eric couldn't help notice the dark circles under his eyes, his pale skin that was once rosie and full of life, the sinking in of his cheeks, the way his body felt so light had made eric worried that he had stopped taking care of himself mostly, it was gut wrenching, for him to realize.

“Oh my love, I'm so sorry, but I am here now, it is alright.” His voice seemed so sad.

And as Sarah came in with the requested items, she too felt her sadness pique. “He didn’t take it well at all, your death. It destroyed him.” A sigh fell upon her lips as they put the rag on her adoptive dad’s forehead, waiting for him to wake up and quietly catching Eric up on Eli and Sarah’s lives over the past year.

Eli fluttered his green eyes open, seeing his daughter by his side and holding his hand, “Hi baby, is everything ok? Did dinner get burnt?” Even after coming to, he still worried about his daughter getting food, something Eric noted had not changed in his absence.

“Everything is fine dad, you just fainted so I turned off the stove for you. E-Eric carried you in here..Papa was worried.” By the time Sarah had finished the last part of her sentence, Eric stepped from the shaddows, kneeling by the couch side with his six foot tall form.

“Hello darling. I hope I made it home in time for dinner..” His voice had been so soothing, just like when Sarah bumped into him earlier that day, only hours before. But the sound comforted Eli as he launched into the tall man’s arms and sobbed into his chest. He had missed the smell of him, the way his shoulder length hair had always tickled the side of his face and neck when the pair embraced, his warm and strong arms that often carried him just because, the way his large hands rubbed soothing circles on his back. It had all flooded back all at once, emotions high for the entire house.

Dinner had gone great, Eric and Eli finishing cooking dinner while Sarah set the table and turned on the record player, playing an old record from Eric’s band and letting the feeling of the music absorb back into her mind, truthfully, she missed the way it sounded when music reverberated through the halls of the home. And now with dinner over, and the night falling heavily on them, Sarah soon got ready for bed, bidding her two fathers who sat embraced on the couch together a good night, hugging them both and kissing their cheeks before retiring to her room where she fell asleep rather fast after such a chaotic but wholesome day.

“I really have missed this.” Eli whispers, the record player turned off under his finger tips, the two men still awake moving to the main bedroom where the two would situate themselves.

“I have too.” Eric softly admitted, wrapping his hands on his lover’s waist, under his shirt so both of them could feel the warmth from the other’s body as Eric captured Eli’s lips with his own, a passionate kiss that was long overdue being shared.

Eli dug his fingers into the dark and curly locks of the taller man, standing on his tip toes as his frame pushes impossibly closer, trying to feel all of the man in front of him. The kiss was deepening fast, tongues fighting for dominance, lips and teeth gently gnashing as the frenzied reunion heated up.

Eric removed Eli’s shirt, gently kissing over the almost two year old top surgery scars, still paying as much attention to showing their wearer just how amazing they were.

“I love you so much handsome.” He whispered.

Before either one knew it, both men were completely naked on the bed, Eric hovering over Eli, who pulled the other closer, a whisper from his lips causing Eric to smirk under the grease paint that lined his face and made him that much hotter. “That makeup makes you even sexier Mr.Draven, now hurry up and show me just how much you love me.”

Eric had stuck a lubed finger within his hole, the warmth of his boyfriend’s slick cavern fluttered, he groaned as he flicked his tongue over Eric’s clit, making intense eye contact that sent shock though Eli’s body, his entire existence on fire with passion and lust.

He added a second finger into Eli’s pussy soon enough, a delicious stretch sensation pulsing through the lower half of the man under Eric who continued to scissor him open, the lack of sex in the last year making for a slightly longer process than it used to be, not that either man minded.

“I-Im ready Eric, p-please.” The whispered whine of Eli makes the male hovering with a hand on either side of the smaller’s head, a smirk lingering on his lips as he kissed his love’s neck, sliding his erection into the waiting cunt gently, slowly, easily.

Eli dug his nails into the scarred back of Eric, a low and soft moan seeping into their bedroom walls, eyes squeezed shut with pleasure, “O-oh fuck!” Hips thrusted up to meet the thrusts of the hips thrusting down, skin slapping skin soon radiating into the room’s otherwise silent air.

“O-oh Eli…Mmm I missed you..This…us.” Eric shakily whispered, feeling the gummy,wet,warm walls of his lover’s pussy squeeze around his hard cock as he moved his hands into a bruising grip on Eli’s tiny hips, though they both knew he would wear the marks with pride.

Eli flipped the two over, now riding Eric with urgency, wanting nothing more than to show him just how much he had missed him. “F-Fuck! G-gonna cum E-Eric!” Eli whines softly, eyes squeezed shut, his pussy clamping onto Eric’s cock like a vice once more as he hits his peak, finally sending Eric to his own orgasm, spilling his release into the pink velvety walls of his darling.

As the two lay curled together in bed, blankets covering their sweaty,naked bodies as they panted.

“I did think of you, every day, just like you told me too.”

“I like to think that was what brought me back.” Eric said softly, kissing the soft skin of his boyfriend’s forehead.

“How long are you gonna be back?” The younger of the two sniffled, fear panging in his heart.

“The rest of our lives.” Eric promises, gently sighing and pulling Eli ever closer.

“What will we do for the rest of for ever?”

“Love me, that’s all I ask of you.” Eric replies, both vowing their love once more before falling into a peaceful sleep that they would wake from in the morning to start a new day, together as a family of three, FOREVER.

(A/n: I hope this was ok, This is my first time writing for Eric, but the fic idea has been stuck in my head for days, and my smut while not the best, will hopefully get better with practice. This actually made me cry when I wrote it, and I was using the Phantom of the opera soundtrack while I wrote it.. I hope it is alright nonetheless. I will try to post another fic soon)

#Eric Draven x oc #Eric draven fanfic #brookewritesfanfic #the crow 1994 #brandon lee #eric draven x trans oc #crow fanfic #fanfic

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sleepynovalunosis · 2 months

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contains: afab!reader, hickeys, posessiveness

thinking of eric draven, who's pulled you into his lap, large hands combing through your hair as his fingers travel up the nape of your neck. he tugs at your locks gently, and you instinctively lull your head back with a soft gasp, like putty in his hands.

his hair is still dripping from the rain outside, as is yours, and he soaks up every drop of it that falls from your hair onto his palms. his lips latch to your neck, taking his time with you as he holds you in place. he's gentle, and he'd never hurt you. he knows just how to guide you to let him touch you, because he knows it's what you want.

what you both want.

he starts at your collarbone, trailing upwards as he leaves soft, open-mouthed kisses along your flesh. you shift your weight as you feel the warmth of his mouth, his tongue trailing behind. "eric," you breathe, clit throbbing as he works his mouth on you. he only hums curiously in response, though he knows exactly what you'll say.

"teasing," you protest.

"taking my time with you." he retorts.

his words alone make your stomach flip, feeling the all too familiar drop as he works up to the shell of your ear. his makeup is smudged, leaving a streak of grey paint in his trail. your cheeks start to flush not only with warmth, but the way that he perceives you.

ever since he came back from the dead, he's sworn to make every second with you count; finding every little thing that makes you tick, everything that makes you gasp, moan his name-

"'ve missed you," he mumbles against your flesh, nipping at your neck gently before soothing it with his tongue. "so badly, honey."

you cling to him, now draping your arms over his shoulders, placing one of your hands on the back of his head as you tug him into your frame. "closer," you beg, and he obliges, pulling you tightly into his chest. you feel his kisses grow harsher, sucking at the crook of your neck, earning soft pants and whines from you. he pulls you even harder into him, and you can swear he growls beneath you.

he needs you like air-it's a primal urge he's never felt until now. he damn sure came close while he was alive, but this is something no man could ever experience. only those who'd escaped death.

you can feel the bruises forming in your neck, and your brain goes fuzzy with lust. you can't think straight, and you don't want to. you know eric will keep you safe. his grip hasn't loosened on you one bit, and you feel like he's holding you as if it's the last time.

but it never will be.

never again.

#teddybeareric #eric draven #eric draven smut #eric draven fluff #eric draven x reader #eric draven x reader fluff #eric draven x reader smut #the crow 1994 #horror fanfic #slasher fanfic #teddydrableseric

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idyllic333dreams · 29 days

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When we said we wanted more Eric Draven smuts WE MEANT MORE 1994 ERIC DRAVEN SMUTS OR COMIC ERIC DRAVEN SMUTS NOT THE 2024 ERIC DRAVEN 😭😭😭😭😭😭

#eric draven smut #the crow fanfic #the crow 2024 #the crow #the crow 1994 #eric draven #we won but at what cost

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belokhvostikova · 5 months

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Okay, but what if right before Eddie and I were supposed to get married, we were brutally murdered by a gang, and on the night of our anniversary death, Eddie rose from grave, and used his newfound supernatural powers to avenge our deaths, by killing every person involved in our murders, and he just so happens to look like this…?

But, I guess instead of the The Crow, he’d be…

THE BAT! *ta-da*

#kas!eddie #if you will #eric draven is just really fucking hot #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson au #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #the crow

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bbsymbol · 1 month

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IM GONNA START THROWING HANDS IF I DONT SEE ANYONE START WRITING FOR ERIC, I SWEAR TO GOD 🥲

#the crow 2024 #bill skarsgård #eric draven #the crow #fanfic #eric draven x reader #bill skarsgard x reader #bill skarsgård fanfiction

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nerdy-novelist017 · 20 days

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📖 Paige's Masterlist 📖

I’m just a girl who’s obsessed with fictional men, ok? Thank you so much to everyone who has encouraged me to post on here because without you, I would have never created an entire masterlist for my silly little stories. Please enjoy my ramblings ;)

The Bikeriders

The Crow

Moodboards

Benny x Bunny

#masterlist #benny cross #the bikeriders #austin butler #imagine #the crow #the crow 2024 #eric draven #fanfic writing

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rose-and-thorn-fanfics · 2 years

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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.

#eric draven #eric draven x reader #the crow #the crow 1994 #the crow film #brandon lee #eric draven imagine #fanfic #eric draven x oc #writing #the crow fanfic

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rhaenyrage · 30 days

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i wanna write something about Bill Skarsgård’s version of Eric Draven... I watched the movie last Thursday, and I just can’t stop thinking about it since then.

#eric draven #bill skarsgård #the crow 2024 #ao3 fanfic

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isabeauwolf · 6 days

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Uh oh, I just had another fanfic idea...... What about The Crow crossover x MHA with Dabi as Eric Draven?

Am I a genius or insane?!

Why do I torture myself?

#villain lover #revenge story #The Crow #my villain academia #Eric Draven #The Crow 1994 #Dabi #touya todoroki #Spooky season #Halloween fanfic idea #The Crow fanfic #fanfic idea #spooky season vibes #The Crow AU

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savaggeland · 9 days

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I don't know, man, let Top Dollar and Eric Draven fuck the hell out of each other.

#ao3 #ao3 fanfic #smut #eric draven #the crow #the crow 1994 #top dollar #Is my shit #au #fanfic #my nonsense

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kingkat12 · 1 month

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pornography (eric draven x reader)

WARNINGS: 18+, foul language, groping/fondling, dry-humping lol, mentions of substance abuse

summary: when you finally talk to Eric Draven in rehab, it doesn't take long before you get drawn together by a force stronger than anything you have ever encountered. it doesn’t help the situation that you eventually find out Eric has been drawing pictures of you… nude

word count: 2,337 PART 1, PART 2, PART 3

a/n: this is for all the girlies like me that just came home from watching The Crow and got their mind blown by how hot Bill was in it... holy fuck. had to write this blurb because I am so shaken up, I can't feel my face. enjoy!! there will be more parts hihi...

"I fucking hate pink,"

I couldn't believe that was the first thing I said to him-- the dark and broody stranger I had been eyeing through my first few weeks in rehab. He stared back at me, confusion swimming in his big green eyes, probably pondering why I had sat down next to him in the cafeteria. "Pardon?"

"It's a little ridiculous," I tried, watching as he put down his cutlery, pushing his food away as he gave me his full attention. Tugging at my pink sweater, which we were all wearing, I let out a nervous chuckle. "Whose idea was it to put a lot of addicts in pink, anyway?"

My eyes darted down to his hands as I waited for his answer-- they were huge up close, and completely covered in tattoos. I hadn't noticed them from afar; I had only noticed the ones peeking through the top of his shirt when he would pass me by in the hall, or the big eye he had on his chest that I had seen while passing by his room. I knew it wasn't nice to peek into his room while he was changing, but I was quite frankly starved of any male contact-- any girl would go crazy in here.

He eventually shrugged, giving me the answer I least expected; "I guess pink is supposed to be a calming colour. It's not that bad," I watched as the corners of his mouth tugged upwards, giving away hints of amusement. "Aren't you girls supposed to like pink?"

"Maybe," I mumbled, nudging food around on my plate with my fork. "I just don't like to wear it. It doesn't suit me."

The handsome stranger didn't seem to agree, another shrug following accompanied by a shy laugh. "I can't figure out whether you're being sincere or searching for compliments,"

This was most definitely not how I wanted to come off. I straightened up, resting my elbows against the table as I cleared my throat. "I'm just trying to make conversation,"

"... Why?"

"Because you've been staring at me almost as much as I've been staring at you," I put down my fork, hoping he didn't see how nervous I was. In truth, he had been staring-- it wasn't all purely one-sided. I had caught him staring at me in the courtyard, on my way to the shower, and I had also caught him lingering outside my room several times. He would usually leave when I came out, disappearing down the hall with speed I wouldn't even dream to catch up with.

He finally gave in to a smirk, nodding to himself as he lowered his head. "Sorry," It was clear that he hadn't thought he'd be called out like this. However, something told me he wasn't too upset about being caught either.

"Don't be," I said, feeling my anxiety ripping through my veins. Why was I indulging? "I just--"

It was at this moment that a guard appeared behind him, yanking him away from the table with a harshness that made me gasp. I clasped my hand over my mouth, watching as he barely reacted to the brutality.

"Guys and girls eat separately!" the guard yelled at me, slamming his fist down on the table.

My eyes widened, looking back at the handsome stranger. "But I-- I was the one who sat down here, he didn't do anything!" I protested, watching as the guard grabbed him and led him away. Groaning, I ran my hands through my hair, frustrated with the rules at this place. Why was it so fucking strict?

I eventually looked up just in time to see that the man had managed to turn around, smirking my way; "I'm Eric!" he said, holding back a laugh as he was shoved along the cafeteria for everyone to see.

Despite the horror washing over me for getting him in trouble, I managed to croak out my name as well. It seemed that he appreciated that I had at least tried to stick up for him-- What was it that I had just started?

My question would be answered a lot quicker than I had expected.

A few days passed, and more looks and stares were exchanged. I was dying to talk to Eric again. I knew I hadn't been sent to rehab to make friends or get feelings for someone, but something was gnawing at me to talk to him again. I wanted to be around him constantly; what was happening to me? I recognized this feeling-- it was the same feeling I got when I really, really craved something... Fuck, how I missed drugs. Maybe Eric was turning into a substitute?

It wasn't often that the door to Eric's room was open, but today it was. I wouldn't have noticed it if I hadn't taken the extra lap around the institute as usual, hoping to get a glimpse of him through the small window in his door. But today, I didn't have to get on my tippytoes to get a look-- there he was, picking up several drawings that had been scattered around the floor. His room looked like a mess, completely unlike how I was used to seeing it through the tiny window. This looked like the result of one of those raids that the prison guards sometimes did when they suspected there were hidden drugs in a patient's room.

I felt sorry for him; I knew how horrible it could feel to have someone rip through all your stuff. But as I bent down and picked up a few drawings that were at my feet, my lips parted in surprise.

It seemed I wasn't the only one caught off guard; Eric noticed me standing in his doorway, letting out a relieved sigh as he watched me inspect his drawings. He called out my name, leaning against the wall as he sized me up and scanned me, crossing his arms over his chest.

I cleared my throat; "Is this... me?" I held up the first drawing of the bunch. It was a sketch of me sitting in the courtyard, and I was sure that it was me-- I suppose it was my shock asking for confirmation.

Eric snickered, kicking off the wall. "Yeah... Sorry,"

"Stop saying sorry," I shuffled through the drawings, finding he had drawn me in multiple settings, and it was clear that I had been watched the few weeks I'd been here. "These are beautiful, Eric... I guess I'm honoured--" My words trailed off as I finally approached the last drawing. Was that...?

He didn't even try to take it away from me. Eric sighed, looking away as his cheeks flushed a light pink, similar to our uniforms.

Judging by his reaction, I had a feeling he wasn't so against me seeing this. It was a sketch of me, after all-- nude.

I had to swallow rather hard for anything to go down. I couldn't pinpoint why I wasn't absolutely horrified at this. "So... this is what you've been up to in here, huh?" There was no stopping the smirk that spread across my lips, holding back a flustered giggle. "This is next-level pervy, do you know that?"

It didn't take long before Eric's big hands ripped the drawings out of my hands, turning away as he shook his head. "Every artist needs a muse, no?"

"A muse? How can I be your muse if we don't know each other?"

"That's not how it works," he mumbled, throwing away the drawings into a heap on the bed. "Your beauty is all I need to get inspired."

This was enough to shock me into silence. I inhaled a sharp breath, stepping into Eric's room despite knowing it was forbidden. "So now you think I'm beautiful?"

Eric hummed, finally turning to meet my eyes. "It hasn't been the biggest secret, has it?" There was something playful about him, shameless, as though it didn't matter to him that I had just found his handmade porn. "It gets a little lonely in here, I guess. These drawings just... run out of me like water. Can't control it."

There was something so unimaginably tantalizing about Eric. Everything about him made me want to jump him then and there-- was it maybe the result of my withdrawals that were turning my brain into further mush? In a normal setting, this would have creeped me out to infinity and beyond, but knowing this was coming from the man I had been lusting after from afar for several weeks made me excuse it in a heartbeat.

I had no idea what possessed me to close the door to his room and lock it, knowing the repercussions could be severe if we were caught. But Eric didn't seem to mind; his green eyes widened, watching my every move like a hawk.

"It was really pretty and all... The drawing, I mean," I said, inching closer to where he had sat down on the bed. "But would you maybe want some inspiration for the next one?"

Eric's plush, pink lips parted, eyes rounding out in surprise. Despite his shock, his big hands reached out for me as I came closer, and he pulled me in between his legs. I could feel him caressing my back through my shirt, holding me with the utmost gentle touch. "I'll take all I can get," he murmured, looking up at me through his brows, a knowing smirk spreading across his face.

I let out a giggle as he pressed his lips against my stomach through my shirt, enjoying the intense feeling of someone against my skin again after all this time. Eric pulled away, glancing at the door before slowly trailing his fingers under my shirt, testing the waters.

It didn't take long before that wasn't enough for him-- my breath hitched as Eric grabbed my waist, pulling me down with him on the bed. I barely had time to think before the euphoric feeling of being kissed engulfed me. Our lips met in an open, soft kiss, almost as though we were scared to break the other if we were too needy or harsh. As I straddled him, I felt his hands tugging at my shirt, dipping back under the fabric once more. His fingers gently ghosted over my lower back, eventually ending up trailing small circles with his thumbs along the underside of my bra.

If I hadn't been so starved of any human contact in here, I would've never jumped the opportunity like this. But none of us knew how long we had until the guards would bust us, and it only fueled the adrenaline pumping through our veins. Our kisses became desperate, hungry, and I let out a whimper against his lips as he took the liberty of cupping my chest, feeling me up to his heart's delight. I knew I had been waiting for this moment since the first time I saw him, and I wasn't about to let it slip through my fingers-- I decided to let him do whatever he wanted to me, no matter what.

I could feel Eric's cock twitch beneath me, clearly aroused. It was also at this moment that he made me sit up, tugging my shirt off of me before laying back down to scan me. Was he memorizing my body for his next sketch? It wasn't every night that I had a handsome stranger beneath me like this, so I allowed him to trail his hands up and down my body, lips parting in delight. "Fuck... Yeah, this will do," he murmured, pupils dilating at the sight before him whether he wanted them to or not.

"You sure?" I asked, giggling to myself. My hands rested against his broad chest, letting out a sigh of delight; God, he was sexy. As I shifted in his lap, Eric's breath hitched as I seemingly sat down in the exact right spot. Almost as though he was possessed by instinct for a moment, he grabbed my hips, rocking me against him through the fabric of our clothes.

Who would've thought I'd be dry-humping this stranger and enjoy it so much? My hands gripped his shirt, a quiet moan spilling past my lips-- I had forgotten this feeling. This was mostly something I did when I was a teenager, before I figured out how to have proper sex with my high school boyfriend. But it felt so damn fucking good, desperate; it didn't take long before I leaned back down, capturing his plush lips in another kiss.

I craved him like water. I wanted him against me, in me, for him to take me in every possible position ever-- a deep, dark part of me knew I would be insatiable from now on.

But our moment of ecstasy was interrupted when a guard started banging his fist against the door, his muffled yells barely registering through my arousal. Despite my dazed state, it didn't take me long to drape my shirt back on, climbing off Eric with wobbly knees. "Shit," I mumbled, turning to him with wide eyes. "I'm screwed. We're screwed."

Everything about him was so damn beautiful. The kiss-swollen lips definitely didn't help how gorgeous I thought he looked right now. Despite the situation, knowing we were in deep shit, Eric let out a soft chuckle; "I don't think you're screwed enough, actually. We'll get to that another time,"

My eyes widened as I gave into a light giggle. There was no way this was happening-- had my naughty rehab dreams come true? The guard banging against the door was drowned out by the incessant ringing in my ears that festered through my mind as Eric leaned down to kiss me one last time; "I hope to see you around, if they don't kill us,"

"Yeah," I breathed, only now realizing how tall he was as I looked up to meet his gaze. This man was towering over me. Holy shit. "Can't wait to see your next masterpiece."

I couldn't wait. I really couldn't.

(a/n: PART 2, PART 3 here!! enjoy<33)

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trashbucketadolescence · 6 months

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I had a terrible idea. I’m sorry for this one but I’m not. :0

I wanna write an AU ongoing fic featuring Eric from The Crow being brought back through the pit , and becoming a vigilante in Gotham. At first through the League but then realizing they are just as bad as the people that killed Eric’s fiance.

He’d probably end up at Constantine’s doorstep first.

I might actually write this hold up.

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pawsomelestat · 2 years

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Red flags and long nights

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tw ; drugs, swearing, stalking kinda ?

4am. Shit time of night, whole city full of street rats starting fires and yelling. You'd think a loft apartment would get less noise being up so high, but you could still hear the shit covered junkies blowing eachother to bits down below. It was a nice apartment, just a bad part of town, the rent was low due to a past accident that happened so many years ago.

You woke up to a soft meowing and a scratching sound, making you groan as you opened your eyes to face a small white fluffy cat scratching at the base of your bed.

"Ozzy come on."

The sleep in your voice battled with the sound of a movie playing by your bed, a shitty little box tv connected to a vhs player and a super nintendo. An odd pairing, the tv playing a copy of a nightmare on elm street on loop before you sluggishly reached over and turned it off.

The cat then ran to the large circular window at the other end of your room, playfully chirping and swatting at a crow sat outside.

"Ozzy lay it off."

Wearing only a pair of boxers you slipped out of bed with yet another groan, heavy feet dragging tiredly. You scooped your fluffy companion into your arms and held him to your chest, trying to calm him while watching the crow who seemed to be peering into your room.

"You're a pain in my ass you know that"

You said that lovingly, nuzzling your face into his back, walking to a small set of red bowls on the floor. Ozzy was your companion, the keeper of all your secrets and the guy you played tekken 2 with. Cats are shit at co-op, but at least you had a player 2.

"Shit."

You pushed your hair back, noticing the lack of cat food.

"How desperate are you?"

The cat meowed in response, making you groan at the thought that you'd need to go out at this time of night. A baggy band tshirt sat ontop of a black pair of low-rise jeans on the side of your messy bed, the same clothes from yesterday that you'd thrown off in a tired manner. You pulled them on, slipping your feet into a scuffed pair of boots and pushing your messy long hair back.

The streets were a dangerous place during the day, but at this time of night they were a total death wish. All the things you'd do for a cat huh.

Cigarette ash blazing under the dark sky, night air filling your lungs and.. Footsteps. Not yours, someone behind you. You turned, glancing at the man close to your back, not quite taking in his appearance, just making a quick assumption.

"Look man I'm not selling anything tonight, barely got anything for myself."

Continuing to walk after addressing the stranger, you made it to a shitty little corner shop where you could buy a couple tins of cat food. You dropped the cigarette into a puddle, grinding it with your heel to put out the flame.

"Deluxe tuna chunks in a thick gravy. Delicious."

You chuckled slightly at your own sarcasm, reading the tin of cat food in your hand while you walked to the register.

"Shit."

Patting your pockets, there were nothing but loose coins and rolling paper in there. Nothing that could pay for the food. Once again you ran your fingers through you hair, it'd become an anxious habit.

"I've got it"

A low voice from behind you, close to your side and a hand reaching next to you to place a five dollar bill on the counter infront. You looked behind, recognising the same face as earlier while you grabbed the can ready to leave.

"Look man I appreciate it but really I've got nothing, can't buy me out with some shitty dollar store cat food"

You slipped out, thinking to yourself and mumbling about the weirdness of the guy you'd just encountered. Doing what you did was an oddly social job, you'd meet alot of weird people selling shit on the streets. But never someone wearing full clown makeup. Definitely a fucked up individual.

Footsteps behind you. For fucks sake.

"How many times do I have to say I got no-"

His hand against your lips, making you gasp as he pushed you up against the harsh brick wall of the trash lined alley. Your back being bruised as you squirmed under his grip, his dominant hand reaching into your pocket and pulling out a pre-rolled blunt.

"These will kill you, you know."

The man's voice came out in a half chuckle, his face close to yours. With one swift movement you took the tin of food and hit it against the back of his head, making him stumble back and let go of you.

"Touch me again and you're fucking dead you weirdo."

Another chuckle, raising his head slowly while staring deeply into your eyes.

"I already am"

You kicked him back as he edged closer, quickly clutching the tin and preparing your feet to run.

"I have nothing on me you know that, I literally couldn't pay for the damn cat food. There's no point trying to rob me you freak."

He laughed, finding amusement from your alarmed state, the cracks in your voice from fear just fueling his ego.

"I have no intention on robbing you."

Your feet took off, scrambling to run away as fast as you could, not even thinking to look back behind you. Adrenaline filled your lungs, it was a familiar high feeling but this time terrifying. Who knows what that creep wanted for you, the city was full of all sorts of bloodthirsty scum who'd do anything just for kicks.

Seeing your apartment building just before your eyes you stopped, panting and sweating from all that exercise. The cat food was still in your hand, funny how dedicated you were to keep him fed.

You weren't greeted by Ozzy's soft yet annoying meows as you entered through the front door, odd. Maybe he'd actually settled down on your bed for once instead of trying to swat at crows outside.

A soft click ran through the room as you flicked on the light switch, illumination spilling around the room.

A sight you didn't want to see. That same man, standing right in the middle of your apartment holding your cat.

Well tonight was about to get even longer.

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