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calmcoldevening · 6 months

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Do you write eric draven hc’s?

Eric Draven x reader, headcannons

Anyway, I finally got to this movie and watched it! Honestly? It was great. I really love such old atmospheric horror movies, just omg. So now I will try to state all my thoughts on this. I apologize in advance for the mistakes, English is not my native language.

• Eric is a very romantic person. Each of your dates would be thought out to the smallest detail, literally. If it's a night out at home, you could sit in his arms while he played one of his songs on the guitar. Or you could watch a movie in the living room, the choice, of course, would be yours. The lights are dimmed, and there are a lot of burning red and pink candles around; the air is filled with the pleasant aroma of roses that Eric gave you this morning; and the sofa around you is full of your favorite sweets and snacks.

• Talking about details, Eric would remember a lot of little things about his partner. I mean, starting from just the zodiac sign and ending with your favorite nail polish color. This person would be good at remembering different dates and, in principle, would treat you with tenderness.

• In his eyes, you are a fragile crystal that can crack at any moment from any inaccurate touch. Therefore, he values him very much, and sometimes literally takes care of him. The main thing is not to be angry with him for this, the boy just has a little trust problems, and he loves you so much.

• Eric is very caring and gentle. You can play with his hair, and then he will give you a relaxing massage if you had a hard day at school or work. He has really strong and skillful hands, it's not for nothing that he is a guitarist. These fingers can do a lot.

• You are always in safe. Literally. His raven follows you everywhere to help you if anything happens. Eric could not forgive himself for the death of another person dear to him.

• It might have been difficult for Eric to open up to you at the very beginning. He has survived a lot, and now he is literally immortal. But his heart is lonely and broken. Before his death, he saw such a horror that happened to his beloved, and now his existence is filled with gray colors. And then you show up. Like a ray of light in his dark life. And his heart seems to start beating again, and his brain is wildly babbling something about how soft your hair looks to the touch and how cute you smiled at that salesman in the store.

• There may be little aggression issue, but he will never hurt you, under any circumstances. He'll just mumble something under your nose and get mad at himself. Or he will go to the roof to play the guitar and calm down. But he will never hurt you. He will not let some little things separate you, destroy your trust. Therefore, he will smooth out all sorts of conflicts.

• During quarrels, he always tries to just talk to you. It's better to calmly hear each other's opinions and later just make your relationship even better, right?

• Constantly compliments you. He loves your eyes and your smell, so Eric can lie on your lap or on your chest for hours and cuddle while you gently touch his hair.

• Quite an active and emotional guy, so you will never get bored with him.

• Eric has a rather acute sense of justice, so he will not tolerate injustice towards you. Especially from yourself. If you have any complexes, the guy will try to prove to you that you are beautiful, absolutely and in everything.

• But he is not only gentle and caring, but also quite teasing. He likes to make you blush and look away in embarrassment. He likes to make you feel special. Because you're his treasure.

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mysadcorner · 11 months

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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

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1-800-cr33py · 2 months

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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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rottindecay · 3 months

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

Ugh I love my husband

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lebenspurpur · 2 years

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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.

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sweetandabitspycho · 1 year

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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.

#Eric Draven #Eric Draven x Reader the crow #Eric Draven x Reader #the crow 1994 #the crow x reader #x reader #Brandon Lee #the crow #x gn reader

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nyxmisfortune · 2 months

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The Dark Woods - Destiny 2 Masterlist

Fluff-🍄

Angst-🥀

Romance-💐

Platonic-🌱

Polyamorus-🌼

Headcanons-🍁

Cayde-6 The Crow Lord Shaxx Eris Morn

Failsafe

Being bestfriends with Failsafe🍄🌱

#Cayde-6 x reader #The Crow x reader #lord shaxx x reader #Destiny 2 #fanfiction #destiny 2 fanfiction #Eris morn x reader #nyx writes

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ceo-of-sloppy-men · 2 years

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Please give us any headcannons of comforting Crow bcs of nightmare Uldren😭 poor little man needs comfort it

Turn the Crow into a burrito. Wrap him in blankets and fight off Nightmare Uldren with a stick.

In all seriousness get him somewhere he finds safe and sit with him. If he wants to talk, listen, if he doesn't, then don't push him.

Make sure he has something to eat because the Levithan doesn't really have takeout restaurants (or at least not trustworthy ones).

He isn't one to seek out physical comforts like hugs or cuddles, but if you hug or cuddle him he melts into you. He struggles with thinking he's worthy of affection, especially with Nightmare Uldren.

If you're on the Levithan with him, don't engage nightmare Uldren for both your sakes because he will start antagonizing you and Crow just feels worse then.

Instead, talk as if Uldren isn't even there. Actively ignore him.

#the crow destiny #the crow x reader #destiny 2 headcanons

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adventuringblind · 2 years

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Knife tricks and politics

The Crow x YW

Synopsis: The Crow finds that being an ambassador is not at all as intresting as he thought it would be. Good thing the Young Wolf is there to spice things up...

Warnings: YW is a chaotic mess and so is my writing. Suggestive wink at the end?

Crow's PoV

Zavala had told me this would be a good experience. Something calm to get me out of the tower for awhile after not having had many missions recently.

He definitely lied, Zavala didn't want to be here in the first place. Or at least, that's what I assume. Taskes with the security for some party of politicians, one Zavala was meant to attend, meant me and the Guardian are both representing and protecting.

The Guardian was struggling to hold themselves together. Some hints if anxiety from the large group were making themselves present.

The Guardian had also managed majority of the speaking tonight, I've kept to myself and hugged the wall to avoid people. The Guardian shooting me an occasional glare from not assisting them in such a tedious task.

Finally, having been given a free moment, the Guardian finds a place on the wall next to me. Their head finding a resting place on my shoulder. The social battery having run dry.

"How much longer do we have to stay" they sighed. Exasperation and annoyance evident in their voice.

"Not much longer, shall I keep you entertained until then my love?"

"Aren't we supposed to be entertaining everyone else?"

"Maybe you need to, but my priority right now is keeping you from falling asleep in the middle of a social gathering." I chuckle lightly as the Guardian heaves in exasperation.

"Okay Mr. Entertainer, entertain me." The Smile now plastered on the Guardians lips only encourages my antics.

I pull out my knife and start spinning it with ease. Practicing knife tricks keeps me from sinking into my thoughts sometimes; a random hobby for when I'm bored.

The Guardian watches with fascination. Their eyes tracking the knife as I flip it and catch it again. I hadn't realized such a small skill could be so fascinating to somone.

After one last flip, I sheathed the knife back into its holder on the outside of my thigh. I send a smirk towards the Guardian when I see the small pout gracing their lips.

"Have you been thoroughly entertained?"

"Definitely not. Maybe when we manage to get out of here you can show me some other tricks you have hidden up your sleeve." They punctuated their statement with a suggestive wink.

Maybe politics aren't so bad after all.

#x reader #the crow destiny #the crow x reader #destiny 2 #young wolf #crow x young wolf #destiny 2 crow #knife tricks

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calmcoldevening · 24 days

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Ashe Corven (The Crow) x reader

TW: hurt/comfort, maybe a little angst because of Eric, love triangle

for @violet-alessan-1999; I hope you'd like it, have a good day

Eric is used to your constant presence. There was something comfortingly pleasant and gentle about you that always made him come back to your gentle embrace. You've always been by his side for as long as he can remember. As a child, at school, in the moments when he told you about his girlfriend. And even then, when he was literally a living dead man, you did not disdain, but took him into your soothing gentle embrace, hugging him and stroking his tense back. Why didn't he notice before how delicate your hands are? Gentle touches? Warm skin? Soft smile? All this realization came over him like a wave in an instant. The young man pressed hard against you, burying his nose in your neck and inhaling the scent of such skin. You were always there for me, always taking care of me. Maybe it's fate? Eric only wanted you for himself.

Eric started giving you little little gifts and compliments. He talked about your beautiful eyes, like an inviting cosmos, and your delicate hair. The guy was often there so that you would never feel lonely and not be afraid of anything.

But you didn't care. You still saw him as your childhood best friend, your comrade, practically part of the family. He was like a caring older brother with whom you could spend a lot of time all day long.

It hurts.

The sun was hidden behind a gray mass of clouds, and a cold November wind was blowing through the streets. Although this city has always been very cold. The overcast, dreary sky was now perfectly combined with the greyness of the dirty streets and alleys. There was almost no one around, so you felt calmer than usual.

You buried your nose deeper into the collar of your hoodie, hiding your hands in your pockets. You walked straight at a slow pace, occasionally glancing at Eric walking next to you. He was smiling and telling you something very quickly and enthusiastically, gesturing actively. You liked that next to you he could openly show emotions. At least this way he remained in a certain mental balance after the death of his fiancee. You didn't blame him for the lack of visible grief for his beloved, after all, you knew that he had a big bleeding wound in his heart from loss.

Your feet moved almost reflexively along a long—learned road - you've lived in this city all your life. Suddenly, something slammed into you. You stumble back, but you grab it with your hands. It was a boy. Those big brown eyes looked up at you with curiosity and fear at the same time. He carefully clenched his hands into fists, squeezing out of himself in a quiet voice: "Sorry.."

You smiled, trying to assure the child that nothing bad had happened, but after a moment your eyebrows furrowed on your face.

This city has never been safe for people because of the large amount of crime. Especially for children. Especially such small ones. He couldn't have been more than six years old. His hair was tousled and his small lower lip was twitching nervously.

"Why are you alone here, mm?"

"..with daddy"

You gently squeeze the boy's shoulders and squat down to be about the same height as him.

"You're with daddy, eh? Where's him?"

The boy doesn't say anything, just looks at you with his big eyes and blinks slowly. Finally, when you wanted to ask the child another question, you heard a voice approaching. You lift your head up and raise your eyebrows questioningly.

"Danny! Why did you run away from me?"

The boy's head instantly turns towards the man. He was a tall and sturdy man with shoulder-length dark hair and soft features. The boy was clearly the son of this man, because the similarities in appearance were enormous, although the boy still looked more innocent. The child approaches his supposed father and asks for his arms, to which his father only smiles and takes his son in his arms.

"Thank you for finding him. I was afraid something could happen to him," the man says with a warm smile. The boy in his arms looks at you askance, continuing to hide his face on his father's chest. His voice is hoarse but pleasant, and his tired eyes look at you with an unusual kindness that is not typical of this city.

You nod in response, also smiling slightly and looking at the stranger. You were immediately pulled away by another hand. Turning back, you met Eric's displeased face. His lips were pressed tightly into a tense line, and his eyebrows were pulled down to the bridge of his nose.

"Let's go, Y/N. You seemed to need to go to the store, didn't you?"

"Yes, sorry to interrupt you," the man replies with slight awkwardness, hugging his son tighter, "Thank you again."

"Have a good day," you answer them after the man heads in the opposite direction from you.

***

Eric has been really obsessive lately. It was as if after your meeting with that man with his son, something turned him upside down, from which Eric became protective and almost controlling. It annoyed him when you were talking to someone other than him, when you were walking alone and all that. It's like he always wanted to keep you around. If at first you didn't blame him, then over time you began to worry about his behavior.

And so, during your next little quarrel on this topic, you left, slamming the door.

You walked slowly through the park, the yellow and orange leaves crunching unpleasantly under your shoes. The wind caressed his face, and his thoughts were somewhere far away. What was your surprise when you saw the same man on the playground, on one of the benches. He sat hunched over a little and looked at his son playing with other children with a tired smile.

You sat down next to me with your arms crossed over your chest. After all, right now all you wanted was to take your mind off the recent conflict with Eric. The man turned his head in your direction and his face instantly took on a surprised expression, and then some embarrassment.

"Oh, hello. I didn't think I'd see you again," he muttered with a slight smile that made slight wrinkles run across his tired face at the corners of his eyes. A few strands of dark hair fell carelessly over his face, but it definitely made him even more handsome.

"Yes.. I don't come here often. There are usually too many unhappy moms here," you reply with a note of displeasure, which makes the man give a light laugh.

"It's true... That's why we don't come here during the weekend."

An awkward silence followed, although it wasn't that unpleasant, it was more like each of you didn't know how to approach each other's huge wall of trust. Finally, the man holds out his hand to you with the same kind smile.

"By the way, Ashe. Ashe Corven."

"Y/N," you replied to the handshake, and you noticed how his tense shoulders relaxed a little. He turns away, muttering to himself something like 'beautiful..' At that moment, Danny ran towards you, his face instantly brightened when he saw you. The boy came up to you, putting his hands on your lap.

"Daddy, I don't want to play anymore! They are evil," the boy said with a slight resentment in his head, pointing at the other guys on the playground. Ashe sighed, his body returning to its former fatigue, and he got up from the bench, grabbing his son's little hand with his own.

"Okay, let's go home. Y/N, I'm sorry, what-" before he can finish, Danny is happily babbling, "Can Y/N come with us? I'll show you my drawings!"

The boy looked up at you with hopeful eyes. His eyes were blinking rapidly, and his lower lip was trembling in anticipation.

"I'm sorry, kid. But I still have things to do."

The boy's face visibly clouded, and the grip of his father's hand on his own became even tighter.

"It's all right. Take care of yourself," Ashe said in the most dispassionate way he could manage and walked with his son to the exit of the park. Danny turned back from time to time, waving at you, and smiling his slightly toothless childish smile.

***

About six months have passed since that moment. Spring came, and it was no longer so dreary in this gloomy city. You and Ashe have become quite close all this time. You often met in the most ordinary places, whether it was a park or a store near your house. The man was always friendly and pleasant to talk to. A couple of times he even brought packages home for you so that nothing would happen to you at night. Also, sometimes you sat with Danny when his dad had to work hard. The boy was very happy to spend almost the whole day with you, you played and drew. Out of the corner of your eye, you even noticed a small drawing on Danny's wall. There were three little men holding hands. 'Me', 'daddy' and 'Y/N'. On top was a large neat inscription "my family". You found out that Danny didn't have a mom. And although you knew that Ashe did not miss that mysterious woman at all, but fatigue and sadness were clearly expressed on his face for the fact that his son does not have a second parent. From time to time, Ashe would even give you small trinkets or flowers. Corny, but he always found bouquets that could 'highlight your wonderful eye color.' In each of his actions, you could read the cares and that cherished warmth that made your heart beat faster.

Eric gently touched your cheek with his hand, stroking your skin with the rough skin of his fingertips.

"What am I doing wrong?" He asked in a whisper, and you heard his plaintive voice almost crack.

"Eric.. I'm not her. I can't replace her for you," you replied. It sounded much more confident and convincing in your head. But it was true. You didn't know why, but you were sure that Eric still loved Shelly and saw her in you. It wasn't something external, rather, your kindness and demeanor gave him reason to think so. You loved Eric, he was your best friend since childhood, but it hurt that he only noticed you after the death of his fiancee.

Eric stepped back. His hands clenched into tight fists, causing his knuckles to turn noticeably white.

"You're wrong.."

"You know I'm right. I started living with you after she died so that you wouldn't be so lonely. But do you think I don't hear you crying into your pillow at night? Do you think I don't see how longingly you look into the coffee I make you in the morning? She was doing the same thing, wasn't she? Or with what pain do you look at that coffee near our house? After all, she loved this coffee. Just like me. But I'm not her, Eric. Don't try to replace her with me, please. I'm a completely different person."

It hurts. It hurt to say such words, but maybe it would have sobered his mind. Eric was like an older brother to you, and you didn't want to change that.

"You have magical hands," Ashe muttered sleepily, closing his eyes and smiling.

You were sitting on the couch, Ashe's head resting on your lap while you gently massaged his hair. He's been very nervous lately, so you decided to give him a head massage. The man smiled in a relaxed way, exhaling slowly and folding his arms over his chest. Danny was sitting by the couch, drawing another picture. He liked that you spent a lot of time with his dad. You were always kind and brought Danny a lot of sweets. The boy really wanted you to be with his dad, to live with them and be his second parent. You were nice and funny and gentle with Danny and his dad.

"Daddy, can Y/N live with us?"

Ashe visibly shuddered, propping himself up on his elbows and looking down at his son.

"What are you talking about, Danny?"

You giggled, seeing how the man's ears turned red.

"But I want to live together! I will be able to play with Y/N every day and eat sweets together!"

Ashe looks away, covering his mouth with his hand, and clears his throat, "Only if Y/N wants it..."

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Eric Draven Dating Headcanons

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• Eric would be extremely sentimental about the gifts the two of you give each other and the memories you share. After all the hardship and pain he’s experienced he finds such things very difficult to let go, and this ends up involving everything the two of you do together. It gets to a point where he wants to keep a physical reminder of you on him at all times as he never really knows when the next terrible thing could happen (or if it ever will).

• There would be a lot of humour surrounding your relationship and a form of bonding between the two of you may even come in the form of sarcasm if you are comfortable enough to together. There is hardly ever a serious day that the two of you share which shows how much joy and laughter you both provide for each other.

• Eric would hate needing to leave you or spend time without you, even with things as simple as one of you going to work or hanging out with friends. Because of this, the two of you spend as much time together as possible and whenever you see each other after tome time apart it always feels like a reunion because of how romantic and loving he is.

• As a way to relax or express himself he loves to play music for you - his guitar being one of his most prized possessions being the perfect thing for him to do so. He especially loves it when you watch him play in public or with his band as this is when he’s in a very special and passionate mindset, which usually ends in him wanting to spend his time with you being intimate as a way to bring himself back down from his emotional high.

• Eric is always keeping an eye on you. He’s had a lot of experience with people who do not have the best of intentions so he does tend to worry about you a lot (it’s something he tries to overcome, and despite learning to worry less about you - as you know how to look after yourself - it’s still something he can’t quite help). If he sees you with the wrong type of people he’d warn you straight away, and actively tries to stay away from these kinds of people for both of your safety in the long run.

• Eric will happily let you do his makeup, or paint his nails, and will always take pride in how he looks afterwards. You always make him look incredible and badass, which is the vibe he looks for especially when he’s performing; and sometimes, he asks you to do these things to him as a form of relaxing and as an excuse just to be with you.

• Eric loves to stay at home with you and carry out chores such as cleaning or making/helping you make meals. Him being able to have some kind of domestic bliss gives him a sense of normalcy and reminds him of how lucky and happy he used to be in the earlier years of his life - and also how he didn’t appreciate it hardly as much as he could have. Because of this, he doesn’t take any of it for granted and always tries to take part no matter how stressful his day has been.

• You are one of the extremely few people who are allowed to touch Eric’s hair, and he even prefers you being the one to cut his hair rather than a professional. He’s not quite sure why, but he’s very particular about who or what touches his hair and he actually takes very good care of it; sometimes the two of you even share hair masks.

• Eric always tries his best to make a good impression when he’s around your friends and family. He always wants to prove himself to them and show them that there is no one else in the world who could treat you anywhere near as well as he does. Of course, he’s already very likeable, but he does this as he knows he can come across as rough and intimidating at times.

• Eric tries to get out of the city as much as he possibly can as even on his days off he feels that he can never really find some true peace and quiet. He likes to find somewhere that he can be surrounded by nature - far away from any people - and preferably stays out overnight so he can be content and watch the stars in all of their glory (something he could never usually do because of light pollution) and he brings you along so you can share these special and genuine experiences together.

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