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Can I request an Eric Draven one where he doesn't die at the end of the movie and he meets the reader one night when she is walking home from work. The reader didn't know it but she was being followed by mr criminal guy and the crow saw it, therefore, Eric saw it too and came to her rescue. Ever since that night he hasn't been able to stay away from her and kinda follows her everywhere. He feels a pull towards her and gets very over protective of her.

Female reader too please!!! Thanks bestie!!

Curiosity Made The Crow Obsessed Pt. 1

Eric Draven x Fem!Reader

TW: Assault, Murder

The night in Detroit was always known to be a time in which people were in absolute fear. Where the term, "lock your doors," was heavily enforced and influenced. Children and even adults couldn't walk around because of the terror from criminals that paraded the city. Nobody truly felt safe. That may have rang true until the arrival of The Crow. An absolute terror knoiwn to eradicate criminals, ending in bloodshed.

The infamous and newly established protector of the city that did more justice in killing criminals than their own police force in capturing them. Citizens felt more in control of their situations and felt safer, their trust in The Crow allowing him free reign to do as he pleases in order to help those in need.

Tonight, the person in need was you.

You were walking down the street towards your home, bundled up in your small coat in desperate need for warmth. Due to the upcoming approach of autumn, nights in the city were becoming extremely cold. It was even worse when your boss decided to keep you a few extra hours despite you already having a late-shift. Therefore, you were heading home much later than you were comfortable with. The streets and overall sidewalks were barely illuminated from the street lamps that still needed fixing in the area. You glanced around entrances to alleyways, taking caution for anything that could remotely happen. However, after hearing the distant barking of stray dogs, you decided to quicken your pace. Everything seemed to be fine. However, you didn't notice the rapidly approaching figure coming up from behind you…along with a crow keeping up with him.

Suddenly, you screamed when someone grabbed you from behind, quickly putting their hand over your mouth and dragging you into a nearby alleyway that was shrouded in almost complete darkness. You struggled desperately, your breathing picking up when a man pinned you against the wall and pulled out a knife, keeping the point straight at your jugular.

He leaned in close, his horrible breath washing over your face making you almost gag, “Look, pretty lady, just give me what I want and nobody has to get hurt.” He muttered, his hand against your mouth pressed harder, pushing your head against the brick wall.

“Just give me your shit without a struggle, got it?” He glanced around before looking towards you once more. The point of the knife seemed to drift closer, the sharpness threatening to fatally wound you in any attempt of escape. “Think you can do that?”

With tears in your eyes and blood rushing through your head, you nodded. The idea of death being so close made you start to dissociate, the fear of potentially losing your life right now was beyond overwhelming. Where was the protector of the city when you needed him?

However, it seems that your prayers have been answered, as the sudden cawing and flaps of wings echoing throughout the alleyway. The man didn’t seem to notice though which you were eternally grateful for. Glancing over the man’s shoulder, you noticed a black bird, a crow, perched on a nearby trash can. His beady eyes never seemed to drift from your own as he watched the scene that was currently taking place. You sniffled before relaxing, because when there is a bird, there’s a man attached.

There was the sound of metal scraping against the concrete of the alleyway before the man was attacked with a brutal hit on the side of the head. He stumbled back, his knife almost cutting you which you quickly dodged. You took this opportunity to create some distance and placed yourself at the opposite side of the alleyway, close to where the crow was perched. This allowed you to finally gaze upon the person that saved your life. The Crow himself.

You understood that the sound that you heard earlier was when your protector picked up a long metal pipe and smacked it against your attacker’s head. Your attacker was dazed, struggling to situate himself on the ground, barely able to stand up, knife in hand. The Crow didn’t hesitate to take another swing, hitting the man in the face and causing blood to spurt from his nose and mouth and spray the concrete below. The man fell to the ground, knife falling out of his hand onto the ground. He was groaning in pain and begging for the figure in black to show mercy.

The Crow could only lift a brow, a sarcastic smile growing on his face at the man’s pleading, “Sorry, all out of mercy.” He replied, kicking the knife away before pouncing on the man. He grinned at the man’s weak struggles before he began rapidly swinging the pipe against your attacker’s face, causing blood to paint himself and the concrete.

The scene was absolutely gruesome, however, you couldn't help but continue watching, witnessing the way the struggles began to grow weaker and the man’s cries for mercy begin to sound more like gurgles as he choked on his own blood. After a couple more hits, the man laid there, his arms that were once gripping The Crow’s jacket slipping onto his own chest, the light fading from his bloodshot eyes.

The Crow paused as he realized the man had finally died, his breathing rapid from the adrenaline. He sat up straight and leaned back, his head towards the sky as he tried to catch his breath. He needed to calm down before he could check on the victim.

Eric continued to sit on the man’s stomach, his panting starting to cease now that the criminal was justly disposed of. Blood completely soaked him and seeped into his clothing, the liquid starting to become sticky from the frigid coldness in the air. The metal pipe in his hand shook as his white-knuckled grip refused to relent.

You stood there, sniffling at bearing witness for the gruesome slaying of your potential murderer. However, you didn’t feel frightened, instead you felt protected by the stranger dressed in black. You hesitated before stepping forward a little, crossing your arms in order to give yourself some comfort.

“He’s dead, isn’t he?” You asked, clearly knowing the answer.

Eric nodded slowly before dropping the metal pipe and bringing himself to his feet. He stepped away from the body before turning towards you. He couldn’t help but stare, waiting for you to start screaming and run away due to his choice of makeup and attire, along with killing a man in front of you with no remorse.

You nodded again before letting out another shaky exhale. “Good, he deserved it.”

Eric couldn’t help but be a little shocked at your nonchalance despite your genuine affectedness from the horrific event. Most people usually would hastily say their gratitude before leaving him completely in the dust. Which you didn’t seem to want to do, instead you were trying to…converse with him?

“Are you alright?” He asked, stepping a little closer and checking you over to make sure that the knife didn’t hurt you when he ambushed the attacker. He would have felt bad if he allowed someone to get even a little hurt because he was reckless.

You flushed a little from his gaze and nodded, “Yeah, you saved me right on time actually.” You couldn’t help but feel a little sense of attractiveness towards your rescuer. Despite the makeup and sense of style, you honestly thought he looked very handsome. “Thank you so much.”

He nodded slightly.

Eric stood in front of you, watching as you continued to shiver in the alleyway. He hesitated before slowly beginning to remove his completely ruined trench coat. The fabric is completely drenched in sticky blood and full of tears, however it should be enough to keep you warm. He certainly didn’t want you to freeze to death and it’s not like he was going to.

“Here, sorry for the mess, that's all I have.” He muttered, wrapping the material around your shoulders and fixing the collar for you. He watched you as you gave a small smile in thanks and put your arms through the sleeves, the material dragging over your hands.

‘She looks beautiful…’ He thought to himself before his eyes slightly widened. What the hell was he thinking? he quickly shook the thought away and looked around before going back to the body, picking up the knife to add to his collection.

“What’s your name?” The girl asked, continuing to watch him as he pocketed the knife into his boot. He hesitated, still slightly bent before he straightened himself up. She looked a little flustered before glancing away from his questioning gaze. “I just wanna know the name of my savior.”

“...It’s Eric.” He hesitated.

He usually didn’t hand out his name to the people he saved, not even the police force that seemed so adamant on figuring out who he was. Thank God, Albrecht was very tight-lipped about his identity. However, for some strange reason, he felt like he wanted you to know.

“Eric…” She muttered to herself and his name coming from her lips sounded like a slice of heaven. “I’m (Y/N). Thank you so much for rescuing me.”

Eric smiled before walking towards her, putting a hand on her shoulder to add a little more comfort from the situation. “Let me walk you home. I should make sure you get inside safely.” He didn’t notice that he started to rub your shoulder a little with his thumb. You didn’t seem to notice because of the thick material.

“Yeah, that would be amazing.” She answered, before glancing towards the entrance of the alleyway. “We wouldn’t want your hard work to go to waste if I ended up dying right when you left.” She joked, but Eric didn’t think it was funny. The smile completely vanished from his face.

“No…we wouldn't want that.” He replied, before dropping his hand. “Come on.” He began heading down the alleyway, his bird jumping from the trash can in order to perch itself on his shoulder.

You smiled before quickly catching up to him, your arm grazing his own which made him clench his fist a little. He felt a little uncomfortable, but it wasn’t because of you. It was due to the fact that he was starting to feel things he hasn’t felt in a very long time and he didn’t know what to do about that fact.

He’ll just have to figure things out.

After a while of appreciated silence, you both finally arrived at your place. Your flat was in the middle of the city in an apartment complex. Eric glanced around before watching you start heading up the stairs. He was about to follow, his boot touching the first step before he paused. He couldn’t help feeling a little protective over you and he didn’t know how to feel about that. Honestly, it scared him a little. He watched you as you finally reached the top before turning towards him.

“Thank you again!” You said, leaning against the railing, your coat covered hands gripping the metal.

He stayed at the bottom of the stairs and gave a small smile and nod, “You’re welcome.” He replied, his voice a little quiet and his gaze was intense yet soft as he continued looking at you. “Be more careful or I’ll have to come save you again.” However, he didn’t mind rescuing you, if it meant that he would be able to see you again.

“Maybe that’s what I want.” You smirked.

Eric tensed as he comprehended what you just said to him. The implication that you wanted to see him again echoed in his mind like a broken record. When he was finally able to get his bearings, you were already gone before he could reply. He stood there for a while before smiling to himself. He stepped off the stairs, making his bird flap its wings to stabilize itself and continued down the street.

As he continued walking, he remembered that he forgot to get his coat back, knowing that you were wearing such dirty material. He sighed, thinking you would just go ahead and throw it away. He’ll have to get another one eventually. Right now, he needed to figure out what was happening to him. Not only that, but keep a close watch over you. You made him curious and eventually, that curiosity would lead towards something greater. Complete and utter obsession.

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