#brandon lee fanfic

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @onedirectionlovers2014

warnings: mensuration, swearing

A tapping at my window made me stir. Eric was crouched down on my fire escape, staring in at me. The crow on his shoulder took off as I motioned him in. He slowly opened the window and ducked in. I smiled softly at him and reached out.

"What's wrong?" he asked, tilting his head at me. His eyes scanned over me as he knelt down next to the bed. "You don't look good."

"Period." I muttered. Eric cupped my cheek and nodded. His thumb rubbed over my cheekbone. "Hit like a fucking freight train this morning."

"I can leave if you want me to." He said, leaning forward to kiss my forehead. "Come back when you're feeling better." I shook my head and reached out to grab his shirt. Eric looked down with a raised eyebrow.

"That won't be for a week." I groaned. "Please don't." He nodded and I loosened my grip on his shirt. "What did you do for Shelly?" I asked finally. Eric moved to sit next to me on the bed.

"What do you mean?" he asked, brushing hair off my face and rubbing my back.

"What did you do for her? When she had her period? Did you hold her? Draw her a bath? Buy her candy? What did you do?" Eric looked away and focused on the rain pouring down out of the window. "Eric?"

"She kicked me out basically." He finally answered. "She didn't like me being around her. Said it was too much to handle at once. I played a lot of gigs during that week." Eric turned back to me. "I still bought her candy. Art supplies. Anything she would have wanted. I left it outside the door and headed back out after." I smiled softly.

"That sounds sweet." I said, reaching over and putting my hand on his leg. He nodded, eyes downcast. "What did she say after?"

"She didn't say anything. Just kissed my cheek and practically dragged me to the bedroom." Eric laughed. "That was her way of showing me her appreciation for what I had done." He shrugged, looking back up and meeting my eyes. "I never complained." I smiled at him.

"I would think you wouldn't." I laughed. Eric shrugged, smiling at me. "Well, I'd much rather have you here to cuddle with me." I squeezed his leg. "Unless you have somewhere else to be tonight." I added, noticing the crow sitting on the fire escape. Eric shook his head.

"Tonight I'm all yours." He said, climbing over me and taking his place behind me. I hummed happily as his warm hand pressed against my abdomen. "Sleep. I'll be here when you wake." I nodded sleepily, scooting back against him before nodding off.

[jetblack4realz]

his little girl - yellowstone boys

how the yellowstone (+ 1923) boys react to you having their daughter

i think i might make this a series if y'all are interested. i think it'd be cute! i'll do kayce (obvs), rip (ofc), ryan (what a man), lee (we didn't get enough of him), jimmy (i haven't seen a single thing on here for him, not that there isn't but still), and spencer (he's iconic)!!

lmk if you want anything in particular for any or all of these guys! i think it could be fun :)

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kayce dutton:

when you first got pregnant, you were so certain it was going to be a little boy, and that's what you told kayce. he smiled over at you, hand on your stomach as he shook his head.

"and why's that, baby?" he wondered.

"he's been kicking like a boy, and i've got the skin to show it's a boy. i've always imagined that i'd be a boy mom," you answered with a shrug, leaning into his embrace comfortably. "and we've already got tate. i think it'll be another boy."

and he'd been alright with that. he let you have your dreams of what to name him and how you'd have him and tate match in little cowboy outfits. you even omitted the gender reveal in favor of it being a surprise, but also because you were so certain it was a boy.

but, when that little girl came out, you both were in instant happy tears.

kayce held her first due to some complications during birth, and he suddenly remembered the joy that came with being a father. as he stared down at his baby girl with eyes that matched his, he was flooded with a certain protectiveness that didn't come with tate. this was his little girl - nobody was going to mess with her.

to say she was spoiled by her daddy was an understatement. there wasn't a day that he didn't come home with a new handful of wildflowers, one for each of his girls, and sit on the floor having her explain all her little drawings to him. when tate would mess with her, teasing as a good older brother would, kayce would give him a stern shake of his head, holding her close to his chest as she sniffled.

"she ain't a boy, bud," he told him. "i know she's your sister and you wanna tease her, but you gotta treat her like a lady."

"i just wanna make her laugh," tate defended.

"find another way, okay pal? there's a million ways to make her laugh and only a few to make her cry. let's figure that out, alright?" he said, pulling the boy into his side for a hug. tate looked at his sister, thinking for a moment before making a funny face, sticking out his tongue and crossing his eyes as he pulled his mouth at a funny angle. she burst into a fit of giggles, kayce high-fiving him as she clambered out of his lap to go play with her older brother.

you had to be the one to teach her to rope and ride, ensuring she had the true makings of a cowgirl because kayce did not want that life for her. he hoped that she wouldn't ever end up with a cowboy. but, once she knew how to ride well enough, he'd take her on long rides with him and tate, explaining the beauties of montana to them both.

he first bought her a dress from a little boutique in town and a matching bow to go with it when she was five, beyond excited to dress her in it and take her out on a daddy daughter date. you took tate on a mommy son date that same night, smiling as you saw your husband and daughter eating ice cream through the store window as tate dragged you to the theater down the street.

kayce stayed protective, but supportive of what she wanted - except for when she started getting cutesy around the newest ranch hand rip had let stick around, a kid called carter. kayce nipped that one in the bud real fast.

he thrived as a father, it was his true calling, with both tate and your little girl. having both felt like his life had equalled out and he ensured they had a close bond as well. kayce isn't a girl dad or a boy dad, he's just a dad, and he loves it.

rip wheeler:

rip would never admit it, but whenever he imagined finding a girl, settling down, and starting a family, it was always filled with daughters. it was easy to assume that he'd want all boys - he was one of the most manly men montana had ever seen. but, with that, he felt a need to have girls to protect, to be strong for.

so when that first baby ended up a girl, he was silently ecstatic.

"baby, it's a girl," he mumbled to you, his smile the widest you'd seen it since your wedding day.

he was so supportive during labor, petting your hair out of your face as you squeezed his hand tightly. when your little girl finally started crying, he took her straight from the doctor and set her on your chest, one hand on your arm and the other on the baby's back.

he watched over the both of y'all carefully. it was obvious to everyone that you were his number one priorities, and if anyone so much as mentioned your names with the wrong tone he was ready to fight.

rip started taking her out on rides as soon as she was able to be strapped to his chest and sit on a horse without crying, which was actually awfully early. you told him it was only because she was his daughter that he was able to do this, but they both loved it. she was an expert rider by the time she was eight years old, and a good roper too.

you had two twin girls after her, both absolutely adored by rip and their older sister. you were able to go on family rides at that point, you and rip with each one of the littles in front of you and your oldest perched behind rip with wide wondering eyes.

"daddy, an eagle!" she cheered, pointing over his shoulder at a bald eagle flying over the trees.

"good eye, baby," rip said, smiling as he high-fived the little girl.

she quickly became his right hand man. even at four years old, she was grabbing him a banana for breakfast before he headed out the door or helping him clean his boots. the older she got, the more responsibility she got, which was fine by her. she was strong and determined and a total daddy's girl.

until she became a brother's girl.

carter showed up when she was seven and she fell in love with him quickly. he was sweet with her, carrying her on his back out to the barn as she helped him shovel stalls the best she could.

rip didn't know how to feel about it until you finally approached him about adopting carter.

"it wouldn't be anything official since neither of y'all have any documentation or anything," you told him, fiddling with your fingers. "but, that boy needs a home. and rip, i really love him, and so does she, and so do you. we've got one extra room and a place at the table. i want him here. you've seen him with our baby girl, he wants to be a part of this family too. please, rip."

and so that was that. after you sat the boy down and told him, he became even more dependable. he was an avid protector of your daughter and rip actually began smiling at the sight of the two of them walking around the ranch.

rip didn't love carter the same way he loved his baby girl, he was always meant to be a girl dad, but he appreciated him nonetheless. the way he was with rip's daughters helped secure him in the little wheeler family, and rip was happy about it.

ryan:

ryan was in no way prepared to be a father. when you told him you were pregnant he about shat himself.

"but we used protection," he said, eyes wide as he paced the bunkhouse.

"well, quite obviously it didn't work," you said. you grabbed his arms. "ryan, hun, it'll be okay. okay? it'll all work out, we'll figure it out."

"i don't have anything for you. i can't do anything for you. i don't have a house for myself, i barely have my own truck, i make enough to live but i don't know how to provide for you," he stressed.

"we'll figure it out," you emphasized again, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly.

and you did. with how long ryan had been working on the yellowstone ranch and how close your family was to the duttons (how you'd met ryan, actually), john gave you space in the main house to take care of you new little girl - heavens knew there was enough room, he barely even noticed you were there. he, himself, was kind of obsessed with the idea of having another pseudo grandchild, and ryan was convinced that was the only reason he worked it all out for y'all.

ryan was a nervous father. he was uber careful, keeping constant eyes on the baby or whoever was holding her. ninety percent of the time, that person was himself. he barely even let colby hold her and he cursed out jimmy when he asked, saying how he wasn't about to let that dumbass, brain-injured, bronco-riding klutz of a rodeo star hold his precious baby girl and drop her on her head just like his parents had done to him, obviously.

everyone had a good laugh about that one.

your little girl wasn't around the horses or cows, or even a damn rope for so much of her life, but what she was around was poker. ryan had her in his lap as they played cards since she was a month old and not sleeping through the night. somehow, impeccably, she went down without a fuss after sitting through a few games of cards with her father and his friends.

when she got a bit older, he taught her all his favorite childhood card games, but she got bored of them. when you first walked in on him explaining poker to her, you about smacked him upside the head, but when you saw her smiling and figuring out the order of the cards you let it slide.

"she'll be cheatin' out the rest of us in no time," ryan said, running a hand over her hair as he smiled up at you.

"whatever you say, cowboy," you sighed, sitting next to her and picking at the chips he'd laid out for her.

for her tenth birthday, he threw her a poker party with the rest of the wranglers, the duttons, tate, and carter, with ibc rootbeers in a cooler to make her feel just as cool as the rest of them. it was the first time she'd played with anyone but her parents, and she was stoked.

she smoked their asses.

they were freaking flabbergasted, even ryan. he pressed a kiss to her head, laughing as he congratulated her. "that's my kid, everybody."

lee dutton:

lee never wanted kids.

he knew it, you knew it, john knew it, hell, the whole family knew it. it was never in his plan.

but, you also weren't in his plan. he'd had a perfectly organized idea of being the forever bachelor of the yellowstone, hitting up bars for quick girls when he wanted a makeout or one night stand or whatever, and then returning to life on the ranch.

well, you showed up, a horse trainer from the sixes, travis wheatley's little sister, and he fell in love so fast he almost tripped over his feet. he rushed into dating you, proposing, and marrying you but no one in montana had any complaints, except for maybe your father, but he was in texas so it didn't matter in the long run. and he also, accidentally, rushed into getting you pregnant, which was not the goal at all.

"i know, and i'm sorry, but i'm keeping it, baby," you'd told him the night he found the test. you held his face in your hands, brows furrowed. "i want this. i hope you can understand that."

"i never wanted kids," he told you, shaking his head and breathing out a deep sigh. "but, uh, with you? with you, i'm not so opposed." he looked up at you, mustering a small, almost scared smile. "hell, we're already here, ain't we? let's fuckin do this thing, baby."

"language, lee," you laughed.

his mind was blown when you gave birth, absolutely scared and amazed out of his mind when the nurse handed over this perfect, slightly messy, bundle of pink blankets screaming bloody murder to him as they cleaned you up.

"holy shit," he muttered, staring down at his daughter with wide eyes.

"language, lee," you groaned, sitting up and reaching out for the baby. he handed her to you immediately, watching the both of you carefully.

his world changed that day.

as soon as you were ready to let her out of the house, he took her everywhere with him, and he was not ashamed about it. the strap-on baby carrier was his best friend as he walked around the house, grabbing her nursing bottles before heading out to the barn. john laughed when he saw him the first time.

"and what the hell are you doing? you can't cowboy with a baby, lee," he told his eldest.

"watch me," was his answer.

you didn't know he was doing all this, only being told that he'd take her out while you got some rest or did whatever you needed to get done. it was nice to have little breaks throughout the day, but you worried if she was hungry. well, until you saw the little bottle holster he'd made himself that he kept strapped to his side.

you almost thought it was ridiculous, but it was the best possible outcome you could've hoped for, so you let him take her out every few days.

that girl was practically a cowboy by the time she was five years old. she knew all the terms, had her own boots, was dressed in the same wranglers and carhartts as her dad and grandpa, and always was begging for a horse. she wasn't allowed quite yet, but lee promised her she'd get one eventually.

he took her out hunting with him basically her whole life, teaching her the sacredness and also the practicality of it. she became obsessed with guns when she was eight, something you became especially worried about. you made him put extra locks on each case and then on the safe, the fear of her getting into them eating you alive. she complained about not being able to get a tag until she was twelve, but you thanked the state for it.

lee, of course, found a workaround where she began shooting bucks as big as the bed of his truck when she was only ten because it was on the dutton property - who was going to know? if she could love him anymore than she already did, she definitely did after that.

you kept it to the one kid, knowing she was all lee could really handle. and you were both happy to have her be the center of your worlds. and as much as some traditional montanans might argue that dutton ranch's succession should be male, anyone who met your daughter knew that that little ten year old was as much a cowboy as anyone on the ranch, following in the large footsteps of her grandpa and father with exactness.

jimmy:

jimmy was ecstatic when he learned you were pregnant, as nervous as it made him too. everything in his life was starting to work out; he'd figured out his dream job - to be a horse trainer, he had a good job, y'all had just gotten married, and he bought his first house right by the sixes.

"this is perfect," he told you, kissing your forehead as he smile widely. "everything is so perfect now, darlin'."

when you learned it was a girl that day at the doctor's office, he was even more ecstatic.

"our little cowgirl," you told him as he pulled you into his side.

"our little cowgirl," he nodded, a certain proud smile on his lips as he thought about what it'd be like raising a little cowgirl as a real cowboy now himself.

now that he had money, and good money too, he let himself go out and buy the baby all sorts of things, from cow printed blankets to little stuffed horses. you laughed when he came home one day with tiny little baby boots.

he put them on her as soon as she'd grown enough to give him the chance. he held her hands as he walked her around the room, the small girl bouncing a bit as she situated in her boots.

"i know they're kinda funny, hun," he hummed to her as she walked with him. "but, they're actually the best sort of shoe. you're gonna love 'em."

his favorite part of the day had always been coming home to you, but it was even better now that he had two people to come home to. and she loved her daddy, babbling with that big baby smile as she crawled to him. he'd always scoop her up into his arms and give her a big kiss on the cheek before walking through the rest of the house to find you.

he told her stories about the yellowstone ranch when he tucked her into bed, her favorite black and white spotted stuffed horse in her arms as she gazed up at him with a smile and big hazel eyes that mirrored his own.

when she got older, you started bringing her down to the arena to show her what exactly her daddy did. at that point, he was on travis' main team of show horse trainers, and he was happy to show off for his wife and little girl. she was always excited to watch him, hanging off the fence with a wide grin as you stood behind her, waving at your husband just as travis yelled at him to get back to work. it was the first time jimmy had ever really talked back to him, yelling not to curse when his daughter was around. travis never did it again and began to show off for the eight year old when she was around too.

she was spunky, way spunkier than jimmy was ready for and sassier than he ever had been. "she gets this from you."

when she went to travis asking for her own horse and better lessons, her brows raised and arms crossed over her chest, jimmy nearly had a heart attack. he dismounted his horse, crossing to his daughter but not making it before travis responded.

"what do i get if i do? horses aren't free, you know."

"a new trainer," she answered, nodding at him firmly. "i've seen y'all do this my whole life. i've rode my whole life. just gimme a shot."

at the ripe age of ten, she'd managed to convince travis wheaton to give her a horse, let her dad teach her, and the opportunity to stay on as she trained. travis laughed when he passed jimmy, shaking his head. "i hate to break it to you, but she ain't your kid, jimmy."

jimmy breathed a sigh of relief before he pulled her up onto his horse, shaking his head and rolling his eyes.

"you've really got to talk to me about things like that before you just do it," he said. "that's my boss, you know that?"

"he ain't my boss," she laughed, kissing her dad on the cheek.

spencer dutton:

spencer had always wanted kids. and ever since he met you he knew he wanted to have them with you. but, life as a hunter in africa was dangerous enough as it is that you both agreed to wait.

life had other plans.

well, you weren't exactly careful, for one, and for two birth control was iffy, so you should've seen it coming sooner or later. it probably should've been later, but what the hell.

he decided that was the right time to quit being a predator hunter then and did what he could to get you both back to montana, hopefully before you popped. you didn't argue - you wanted to be home when you had your baby too. he took excellent care of you on each ship, each town, and on the train west, ensuring you always had water and foods that didn't make you want to throw up, being a constant pillow for when your body decided it needed a nap, and paying for the most comfortable accommodations the different vessels had.

you didn't know the gender of the baby until after you had her. you were exhausted, but spencer had been right by your side the whole way through, smoothing your hair back and cooling you down with a wet cloth as cara coached you through it.

the look on his face when cara exclaimed it was a girl was one you would never forget; a mixture between love, adoration, and excitement, and fear, protectiveness, and anxiety.

he coddled that baby girl. every night, he spent hours cooing to her as he rocked in the rocking chair his father had built when he was just a baby. he told her stories about cowboying and africa, sang her lullabies cara used to sing to him, and never missed an opportunity to kiss her sweet chubby cheeks.

"you're so good with her," you mumbled to him one night as you sat on his lap in the chair, head tucked into his neck as he held you in one arm and the baby in the other. "how do you do it?"

"i don't know," he whispered, glancing at you with a gentle smile before you both returned your gazes to your daughter. "loving her comes as easily to me as loving you. it's as natural as anything i've ever felt."

"so it's just instinct that helps you calm her in any situation?" you asked.

"well, i can't calm her in every situation," he said with a quiet chuckle. "you've got the only solution sometimes. but, yeah. i guess in other ways it is."

then things got worse with whitfield and the ranch. she was older then, about six, and spencer made sure she knew to never go anywhere alone, to scream for help if she ever saw anyone she didn't know on the ranch (because she knew and adored literally every cowboy working for jacob), and to run. fast.

and she was fast. like, surprisingly fast. she took great pleasure in challenging spencer and jack and jacob to races. spencer and jack always pretended to let her win, and so did jacob, but after he got shot she actually did start to win. when he was told to walk around to get better, she thought she would be encouraging by walking right by his side a little faster than he was able to. it did actually get him moving quicker, but cara was constantly rolling her eyes as she did it.

when she got older, of course spencer taught her how to shoot and hunt.

"this is what daddy did before you were born, princess," he told her as he helped her line up the sight to the target.

"kill things?" she asked, raising her brows. you laughed as you sat to the side, watching in amusement.

he cleared his throat, his brows furrowing a bit. "well, i mean, yes, but i was protecting people from animals that wanted to hurt them. and other times getting food for the family."

"so, do i have to get food for the family now?" she asked, looking down at the gun. he laughed.

"you don't have to, no," he reassured. "i just wanted to show you. it's something i love to do, and something to protect you. that's why mama knows."

"mama knows?"

"yes, i do, baby," you chimed in with a smile. "he showed me back when we were just teenagers. he's a lot better than me though, so you listen to him."

"can we shoot something real next time?" she asked, glancing back at spencer.

"maybe not next time, but when you get enough practice in then yeah," he answered.

"when is that?"

she had a lot of questions. and she always asked them. but, spencer was as even kiln as ever, so patient when he responded to her and made sure her curious little mind found the answers it needed.

but, whenever you thought of spencer as a father, there was always one night that came to mind. she was probably four and it was way past her bedtime. y'all had put her to sleep maybe ten times before she finally stayed in her room and you left to hopefully get some rest.

except spencer turned on the radio. you'd just gotten it the day before and were so excited about it and when he flicked it on, some slow, country tune was playing through it. he took you in his arms then, holding you close to his chest with his lips on your temple, swaying you both gentle along to the tune.

you were smiling the whole time, letting him twirl you once before bringing you in close again. only a few minutes into your impromptu slow dancing, your door was pushed open and in walked your toddler.

there was no shouting or frustrated demand for her to go back to sleep, even though that was very tempting given your last hundred tries to have her do just that. instead, spencer pressed a kiss to your head and twirled you out of his arms as he moved to scoop her up instead. he held her up with one arm, his other holding her hand as he spun slowly in circles.

"if i let you dance with mommy and me will you stay in bed?" he said, raising his brows as he met the eyes that matched his. she giggled, nodding as he kissed her cheek. "okay, then let's dance baby."

you leaned up against the bed frame, watching them with crossed arms and a smile as the music played through the small radio. he met your eyes and his smile grew, slowly spinning his way over to you. releasing your daughter's hand, he took yours instead and pulled you in close. his hand moved to your waist and soon you had your arms wrapped around him and your baby girl as he held her between you, swaying slowly.

as the song ended, he twirled you and then spun himself to earn a giggle from the toddler before setting her down and taking her small hand to give her a twirl as well.

your heart was so full in that moment. when he returned from tucking her in for the (hopefully) last time, you kissed him slowly, pulling away with a soft smile.

"you're a good dad, spencer," you told him. he shrugged, pulling you back in to hold you in a gentle embrace.

"you're a good mom. you make it easy for me."

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[chandlersfuneral]

would anyone care about a 1994 eric draven story? if you mention bill skarsgård in these comments you will be blocked. brandon lee supremacy.

I KNOW I HAVE A DECENT AMOUNT OF REQUESTS I JUST WANNA KNOW IF YOUD GUYS ENJOY OTHER STORIES.

will be back to requests soon. super backed up on university and planning on moving out of my parents. BYE 👹

[blissfulcrow]

Way Home is Through You

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60094282/chapters/153862384

Link to first part: https://www.tumblr.com/blissfulcrow/765505943344693248/way-home-is-through-you-chapter-1-blissfulcrow?source=share

Hey yall! An update!! Let me know if you guys are enjoying this series. I am considering a beta reader so hit me with a DM if you're interested.

Chapter 2: Give Me A Reason To Believe

A hurried shuffling could be heard through the streets. Once white sneakers were desperately fumbling over sidewalks, hoping to escape this freakishly strange night's events. The glass of a long broken streetlamp crunched under her footfalls, eliciting a curse from her shaky lips. “Fucking shit!” she choked out. “Just my fucking luck, narrowly escaped a grave-robbing mime just to bust up my last pair of decent shoes. Fuck!”

She skidded around the corner, narrowly missing drunken patrons from the bar down the road. She didn't care; she needed to go home to sleep off this bad dream. When she woke up in the morning, it would all be okay. Finally, she arrived in front of her less-than-perfect apartment building. Steading her hand, she punched in the passcode, and as soon as the door lock clicked, she was in the building like lightning. Climbing up the five-set staircase on any regular day was an unpleasant struggle, but the adrenaline making its way through her body made her barge through her apartment door before anyone could see her. She didn't want to answer any questions from concerned neighbours; manners don't matter in dreams, right?

Hurling her bag in a haphazard direction, she couldn't be bothered to see where it landed. Her focus was on the bed. As she stripped down, all she could think was:

‘You're fine, you'll be fine. Just a bad dream.’Pulling back the covers of her bed, she threw herself into it, wrapping the blankets around her head, protecting herself from the outside world. A mantra over in her head like a stuck record, ‘You're okay, just sleep. You're okay; just sleep. You're okay, just sleep.’

Scenes flashing, A couple, tenderly embracing.

Happiness. Comfort. Love.

A soft gold engagement ring emerges from a box, soft gasps and bright laughter.

Shock. Euphoria. Love.

The man entering his home witnessing his partner being pinned and assaulted. Next thing he knows, he’s plummeting out the window.

Rage. Injustice. Love.

His partner, battered and bruised, still holding onto life. Thirty hours pass before she dies.

Anguish. Pain. Love.

He claws his way out of his supposedly final resting place. 

Hatred. Grief… Vengeance.

Jolting awake, her eyes wild with confusion, she tries to breathe. So much sorrow, so many thoughts and feelings, flood through her mind. Clawing at her chest to self-soothe, she weakly attempts to ground herself. Her heart was heavily thumping through her ears, and she barely registered the taps from the window. Scrambling out of bed, she throws on an old shirt and some shirts. Making her way over, she rips open the curtain. A black crow sits on the damp window cill, surely not the one from before? She heaved the heavy pane open to shoo the bird away, but it had other ideas, quickly ducking past her flailing hands and hopping its way into the apartment. Her eyes meet the birds, and the flashes start again.

The leather trench coat.

Crow symbols alight.Knives.Needles.Cars.

“Tell them Eric Draven sends his regards.”

 A name beating in her head like a violent drum. ‘Eric Draven’ 

She mutters that name as she pushes papers away, ignoring the bird that followed close behind her as she scrambles to find her laptop on the cluttered dining table.

Her hands tremble as she opens up her jacked computer, anxiously tapping the on button. Despite that, the laptop takes its sweet time loading up. As soon as the browser opens, she begins furiously typing the name.

The first article to pop up:

‘Recently Engaged Couple Murdered on Devils Night’

Young couple Eric Draven (member of the band ‘Hangman’s Joke’) and his fiancee Shelly Webster were found on the infamous holiday ‘Devils Night’ dead at their apartment. Eric was found with multiple gunshot and stab wounds, but the coroner reports that his official cause of death was the drop from their top-floor apartment. Shelly was taken into intensive care and 30 hours later died from her injuries. 

Her stomach dropped to the floor as she read the rest of the article. All this happened 19 years ago? 

As she skimmed through her browser, she came across a picture with this ‘Eric’. It was him! The lurker from the cemetery, with less make-up, but it was him. How? The article was almost 20 years old, but he looked no older than his late 20s! This is beyond crazy; people don't come back from the dead.

‘Maybe it's just some poser who read about the article and thought it would be a cool way to prank people. That doesn’t explain the visions, though. Maybe it is just a mental break’

A banging on her door pulled her from her downward spiral. Oh no…

Slowly, she inched towards the door, trying to get a glimpse through the peephole without making any noise. Peering through, it was him, the living dead guy. She began to back away slowly; maybe he would assume she wasn't there if she didn't answer. That was the idea before an obnoxious cawing sounded behind her, throwing away any chance of her avoiding the interaction. She opened the door, trying not to show her fear outwardly. For a moment, neither said anything, letting the suspense linger in the musty hallway air. Finally as if a gift from some higher power, he held something out to her. “You dropped this.” He stated, face unreadable. 

“Oh.” It was her license, making it entirely less creepy that he knew where she lived. She took the tiny card from him, a small smile forming. “I appreciate that I didn't have to pay for a whole new one, thank you. You really didn't need to come all the way here for this, though,” she chuckled awkwardly. “It’s not the reason I came, " he said bluntly. His eyes bore into hers, but she couldn't read him. “May I come in?”

“No offence, but I don’t actually know you and I don't have a habit of letting every person who rocks up into my humble abode.”

“The documents on your table tell me otherwise; you’ve been investigating.” Referring to the open tab with a picture of Eric. “How did yo-” She turned away from him to gaze back at her laptop to find he was already there in front of it.

“What the fuck! How did you..? You were just..?” She frantically pointed between the laptop and the hallway, trying to rationalise the fact that this apparently dead guy made it from one point to another in 0.5 seconds. 

Her reactions, to an extent, amused him; it's a lot better than being shot at or stabbed. He understood her fear but was desperate for help; she seemed someone who could help him navigate this world. 

“Your scepticism is warranted but pointless. I don’t know why I am here; all I know is I am stuck in this shithole again and have no clue how to return.” His voice raised at the end, his hopelessness slipping through. He had returned without Shelly before; what cruel world would do this to him again?

“Do you think that person in the cape had anything to do with it?” “I haven't the faintest idea. The last time I came back was because of the crow.” He shared, pointing to his feathered friend. “And she assures me this wasn’t her doing.”

“You talk to the bird?”  

“In a sense, not like you and I are now. It is like we are connected on a deep level.” He stated as he made his way around the apartment, taking in the decorations. It was an admittedly small apartment, realistically only needing to house one person. The wall was unsystematically plastered with odds and ends, photos, concert stubs, and anything that made it feel like home. The furniture was a juxtaposition of different styles. Red-stained wood chairs that looked antique were slid under a white chipped particleboard table. The state of her home reflected her innermost feelings: neglected and cluttered. 

He seemed to be trying to figure something out from the decorations; eyes furrowed in concentration as he poked and prodded at a poster. 

“I like your decor. Reminds me of mine and Shelly’s place.”

Her stance softened, and she felt pity for him. From what she read, they really seemed infatuated with each other, and in this case, that love was undying. She always had a soft spot for a tragic romance and felt compelled to try at least to help him get back home.

“Alright, man, sit down and explain it. I’ll see what help I can be.” She said, walking over to the couch to straighten it up for the present company. For the first time since he returned, Eric’s gloomy face held a small, although genuine, smile.

“Thank you.”

[fictionalmenmakemecry]

I finally watched The Crow..

All I can say is that it's a work of art.

True beauty

[andygo34]

So... now I need a fanfic where Daniel arrives in time to stop Kwon, and maybe after the fight between Dojos is over he takes him in and along with Chozen helps him get rid of all the Cobra Kai toxicity in him ( I'm aware that Kwon actually kinda enjoyed being a jerk but since Kreese arrived it escalated even more as it encouraged his erratic behavior), anyway, in this fic Silver kills Kreese and then goes to prison ( this time forever, maybe), I liked Axel so I'm going to put him in a poly relationship with Sam and Miguel, Robby and Tory would also have their happy ending, and...

just look at them 😭😭😭💖

[belokhvostikova]

I’m by no means an editor (evidence quite literally shown below), but I am a worshipper of brown, long-haired, guitar-playing men!

Basically, I saw an opportunity and took it :)

[minteaaax]

“A Little Death”

An Eric Draven Work, mainly available on my AO3 @/burntleaves !!! Chapters will be posted first there.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63020089/chapters/161626114#workskin

This work contains fluff, 🌶️, and other things🤫

Chapter One: Assertion

A leather clad pair of legs rested themselves on the coffee table, Eric flicking open his zippo, “Last one, I promise,” he said with a smirk as he popped the cheap cigarette between his lips. Matt rolled his eyes, sitting down on the sofa, adjacent to the easy chair Eric rested on. “You’ll be the one closing all these windows then. They’re letting too much rain in,” he commented, propping his own feet up next to his friend’s. Eric shrugged, “Deal.” The two sat in front of the TV, static flashing every now and then as the storm interrupted its signal. Meanwhile in the open garage, Chris and Dani were busy loading a dresser into the bed of Chris’ truck. Constantly picking up and setting down what felt like 400 pounds, in an effort to figure out a comfortable grip to lift the piece of furniture with, Dani’s braid caught on the handle, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, ow, stop!” They both quickly dropped the dresser back on the floor, the wood clanking loudly as Chris cursed, “Stupid piece of shit, might as well leave it here.” Upon hearing the commotion, the two boys in the living room ventured out to check on the not-so-dynamic duo. Dani sighed, hands on her hips, “You two having fun in there? You know, for a vigilante, you sure seem to enjoy sitting on your ass,” she scolds. “Off-duty,” Eric corrected under his breath, despite his face still being fully painted. His attention veered down the street, “You might have company.” Chris looked over his shoulder, “Oh yeah, that’s Annie. You two haven’t met yet?” Eric shaked his head.

”She keeps to herself, makes sense you haven’t seen her around before. Love that bitch.” Dani says, pulling the drawers out of the dressers to lighten it up a bit. Chris continues while Matt heads back inside, leaving Eric to watch as the stranger walked up the wet driveway with bare feet. He took another puff, trying not to be too obvious as he eyed her. “I give up!” Chris exclaimed, snapping the man out of his little daze, “Annie, is there any chance you're secretly buff?” With damp hair and her shirt sticking to her chest, Annie shrugged at Chris’ question, making brief eye contact with Eric, “If this guy is too scared to help, I’m not sure I would want to take my chances either.” Eric fought the shiver that ran down his spine at the found of her voice, chuckling as to not seem like such a deer in headlights at the way her eyes locked on him when she spoke. Chris passed Annie a towel, “What are you doing barefoot in the rain? You look like a stray cat.” She wrapped the cloth around her shoulders with an exasperated sigh, “Guess who dropped her house key down the storm drain while getting the mail.” Dani cringed while Chris let out a laugh, “Real graceful,” he teased. Annie rolled her eyes, “Whatever, but yeah, I managed to lock myself out. My back door is unlocked, but jammed.” Eric chimed in, “I can help you out, if you’d like. Bypassing deadbolts is a speciality of mine.”

Annie crossed her arms, “If you’re up to the task,” her eyes momentarily rake up and down his much taller form, unsure, “but don’t feel too bad if you get stumped.” The room fell silent as Eric proceeded to blow his smoke into Annies face with a smirk, forcing her to turn her head away from him; he brushed past her, narrowly missing her shoulder as he walked out of the garage, into the pouring rain without another word. The pair standing off to the side snickered and Annie glared at them, “Let me know when you guys finish moving that dresser,” she remarked, watching their grins falter and eyes roll.

[fantastic-rambles]

Title: Nightmare

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Fandom: Under the Green Light

Relationships: Jin Cheungwoo & Matthew Raynor, Brandon Lee/Jin Cheungwoo

Characters: Jin Cheungwoo, Matthew Raynor, Brandon Lee

Additional Tags: Nightmares, Illusions, Promises, Rejection, Insecurity, Blood, Blood and Gore, Bruises, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Panic Attacks, Worry, Chases, Begging, Apologies, Drugs, Drug Use, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Implied Sexual Content, Unhealthy Relationships

Word Count: 673

Summary: When the potato kid unexpectedly shows up at Jin's apartment, he's surprised… before things take an even worse turn.

Read it on AO3 here!

[strawberryraviegutz]

I love both versions of Eric Draven.

Yeah that’s right I said BOTH. Both versions of the crow bring different things to the table and I understand being a bit biased due to nostalgia, but just cuz you don’t like it doesn’t give you the right to shit on everyone involved with the movie without giving it a chance or at least acknowledging that it’s at least gonna urge/encourage younger generations to go look for the og film which should be considered a good thing cuz it means more ppl are gonna discover how amazing the crow as a whole is.

I’m elder gen z and was introduced to the crow by a goth couple on YouTube(it was either before or after I heard about the remake.)It wasn’t until I heard about the remake that I finally stopped procrastinating and watched it. And I loved it. It was rlly good. As for the more recent one. I don’t necessarily hate it tho there are some things I wish they had done differently.

But maybe it’s cuz I like the 1994 one a bit better. I still enjoyed the crow 2024 tho. And I also understand the whole loyalty and respect to Brandon Lee cuz he died durimg the making of the crow.

But I don’t think Brandon Lee would appreciate you guys using him to put down another actor’s hard work if he were still alive today. He wasn’t even the only person to play Eric either. Someone else who wasn’t Bill Skarsgard played Eric in one of the other films.(I think. Feel free to correct me)Not to mention I think we’re all forgetting that the og source material isn’t the 1994 movie. The Crow was originally a comic book series.

I’m not here to tell you what you should or shouldn’t like. But I am here to tell you to maybe calm down a bit. It’s fine if the crow 2024 isn’t your cup of tea or if you like the 1994 movie better.

What isn’t ok is shitting on/slandering Bill Skarsgard and everyone else involved with the 2024 movie, getting genuinely angry that others enjoyed the 2024 movie, saying that newer fans who got into the crow franchise because of the remake aren’t allowed to like the crow franchise and accusing them of being posers(even tho goth is a music based subculture and there are loads of different types of goth styles but ok. Plus you don’t necessarily need to be goth to enjoy the crow.), and getting genuinely angry at ppl writing fanfics for 2024 Eric Draven.

Both versions of Eric are unique in their own ways and I wish people would stop being so mean about this.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

warnings: swearing, Haunted house, Devil's Night, fire

Eric looked up at the clouds, frowning at how dark the sky had gotten. The crow circled us as we walked through the city. I kept a tight hold on his arm as the crowd got thicker.

“How much further?” I asked. Eric smiled over at me.

“Why? Afraid of a little rain?” He asked, gently bumping my shoulder. “It can’t rain all the time.”

“no.” I said. “The crowds are getting awful big. I’m just concerned something is going to happen.” Eric chuckled and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. He held me tightly against him.

“Nothing will happen. It’s going to be fine.” He assured me, kissing my temple. “You’re just scared already. We haven’t even gotten our tickets yet.”

"I'm not scared." I pouted. Eric chuckled and kissed my head again.

"Sure." He teased. "Whatever you say." We finally got to the ticket booth and Eric paid. I watched as the crow settled at the entrance to the house, cocking its head as it watched the two of us head through. "Now remember if you get scared..."

"Eric." I whined. "Shut up." He laughed before tightening his hold on me as the lights went out. I wrapped my arm around his waist as he followed the line. Eric jumped and chuckled when a man in a clown mask jumped out at him. I smirked before squeezing his waist. "You were saying about me getting scared?" I teased over the music that was playing. Eric reached down and pinched my arm as we kept moving. Someone with a chainsaw ran in front of us and I gasped, leaning into Eric some.

"You were saying?" Eric laughed. I shoved him playfully before slipping my hand into his back pocket.

"Shut up." I laughed. Eric chuckled as we kept moving through the house. We got jumpscared a few more times before we made it out, the crow waiting for us at the exit. It took off as we passed by. Eric paused for a second before turning us in a different direction.

"You were right." He breathed out, eyes searching the crowd. "Something's starting." Eric stopped, bringing me to a standstill beside him. He turned towards me, putting his hands on my shoulders and he looked at me. The crowd parted around us as Eric kissed me. Some people rolled their eyes as they passed but most gave us space. Eric hugged me tightly as he pulled away. "Someone is going to set fire to the house. Run. I will find you later. Get back to the apartment if you have to." Eric pulled away completely and I nodded.

"Guess it was stupid coming out here on Devil's Night." I breathed out as I squeezed his side. Eric nodded. "Go stop them. Be safe Eric." I pulled him in for another kiss before taking off. The screams followed me back to the apartment. I kept checking the sky for the crow but I couldn't find him. By the time I got back to the apartment, I skidded to a halt as I saw Sargent Albrecht. "Eric's not here." I said as I walked over to him. "He's back at the event. Said something about the haunted house getting burned down."

"I know." He said. "I just came from there. Overheard somebody say they were going to burn down this building." I frowned and looked up at the crowd that was gathering. "Wanted to make sure he wasn't in there." I shook my head.

"No." I frowned up at the building. "But he isn't going to be happy about it." Albrecht shook his head.

"No he won't." He agreed. I watched as someone approached the building, playing with his lighter as he went. "And here we go." He gently took my arm and led me back, trying to make sure we were out of the blast zone. The door to the building opened with a bang and I smiled as Eric stepped out.

"If you want to burn this building, you're going to have to get through me." He growled, eyeing the crowd that was still gathered. Some had bottles and others had torches. "Don't everyone move at once." Eric smirked as the first bottle was thrown.

[babsharrison]

I need more fanfics of Brandon Lee as Eric Draven 😭😭😭😭😭 Pleaseeee, angels of writing 😭😭😭 (I'm too lazy to do it myself 😭 ....maybe someday 🤫)

[rikustarlight]

Riku’s driving thoughts;

Excuse my bilingual ass this is literally how I think sometimes

If I wrote a fanfic/drew a musical comic with Naruto:

It would be a Nejiten fic however with the sprinkle of other couples. They’d be about 21 (19-20 for the non-team Gai members since canonically, Team Gai is a year older than rookie 9 with Tenten being the oldest with her birthday being March 9th) so like a college AU type of deal.

The boys;

Neji (21)- the bass player. Classically trained in stand up bass and can also play a mean clarinet. When singing his voice is raspy, and has great breath control for hard rock/metal. His voice equivalents are; Arankai, Corey Taylor (slipknot), Brian Welch (korn), Davey Havok (AFI). Mid to deep tone and can def scream puede hacerlo si fuera deadass about it.

Sasuke (20)- Lead vocals, keys/synth and Guitar. Trained also in violin, however switched to guitar to spite his parents. Sasuke is more of an alt-emo-pop punk type of guy. It’s giving Patrick Stump (Fall out boy), Brendon Urie (Panic! At the disco), Brandon Flowers (the killers), Alec Gaskart (All time low), Ryan Key (Yellocard). His octave is higher than Neji’s but he has range. His voice is a bit smoother and he can hold long notes impressively.

Naruto (20)-is def on guitar or drums. He likes making noise. He’s giving Beastie Boyz, Limpbiskit vibed, Tom DeLonge (Blink-182) But he can carry a tune for sure if he actually tried.

Rock Lee (21) is def on drums (if in the band). I don’t see him grabbing the mic but he can be the Travis Barker of the group LOL

Shikamaru (20) is an ex-member of the band who quit to focus on his studies. From time to time he does play with them if they need him it just to jam. I haven’t thought of voice equivalents yet but he’s be more back up. He’s studying to be a music engineer at Tenten’s parent’s company as a favor to their daughter’s friend.

For the ladies:

Tenten (21-22)- Guitar and/or drums for sure. Also classically trained in piano... Tenten can play almost any percussion instrument. She doesn’t sing much however, she does take the mic sometimes. Her voice equivalents would be a combination of Lily (Lilyisthatyou), Hailey Williams (Paramore), a touch of Avril Lavigne, a touch of Pink. I’m also feeling the new lead singer for Linkin Park, Emily Armstrong which Tenten could develop her vocals when she starts hanging around Neji more often.

Sakura(20)- lead guitar, when singing could have a possible combo of Vanessa Carlton, Taylor Swift, and Michelle Branch.

Ino (20)- would most likely be lead vocals and keyboard. She gives Natasha Bedingfield, Jojo, Cascada, Ellie Goulding vibes.

Hinata (19-20) - would be on bass like her older cousin, in fact was trained with him first in cello. She doesn’t grab the mic but her voice would be giving Selena Gomez, Ariana Grande (minus the whistle tone), Danity Cane, a very high register for Hinata frfr. But great for harmonizing.

Side ideas:

-Neji, Tenten, and Lee consistently host jam sessions and anyone is able to join, which is how the bands were formed. It started in Tenten’s garage back in high school.

-Neji had picked up singing as a side skill, really to impress Tenten who would always comment on how rich his talking voice was and whenever he’d hum or vocalize a scale in order to write a song as she jammed out on the drums or he would him scales as she practiced piano.

-Tenten believes she’s a shit singer, however Neji convinced her she had been trying to hard to sing at a higher octave than she should be. She worked with Neji to develop her style of singing (which is similar to his however slightly more range edgy for sure). Her confidence increased and she can sing and play drums. She finds every excuse to have Neji sing to her because yes her man should always sing to her like why wouldn’t he?

-Naruto joined in when he made friends with Sakura, who was friends with Ino…who knew Tenten who had a reputation for drumming. Had a sibling dynamic with Neji Tenten and Lee.

-Hinata was trained with Neji at a private music program for strings. He used to play with her however switched to electric bass and hasn’t looked back. Hinata practices the cello occasionally still, and has also picked up an electric bass like her cousin. Hinata is last to join the group having seen her cousin have so much fun stepping out of the classical realm of music.

-Sasuke, being friends with Naruto and Shikamaru, was dragged to a jam sessions and Naruto begged him to sing knowing Sasuke could carry a tune. Sasuke finds Neji to be a rival in terms of vocals, it’s stupid because Sasuke’s style is different than Neji’s but ya know how these two are 😤 the girls find it hilarious.

-Ino and Sakura had trouble finding roles in the band; they both wanted to be lead singer. However, the group was able to come to a compromise that they would randomize the set list and that would determine who sang lead for the night.

Socially;

-Neji and Tenten are usually always together. Their parents know each other through the music industry. Neji’s parents being on the business side of it and Tenten’s parents being producers.

-Lee and Tenten are neighbors and share a sibling dynamic with Tenten being the voice of reason.

-Tenten’s piercings are very attractive to Neji. He especially finds her dimple piecing a to be adorable, especially when she smiles. He will buy her jewelry often.

-Ino and Tenten give Chaotic energy; Tenten being Chaotic Neutral, Ino being Chaotic good. In other words they out in the streets and down for whatever.

-Sakura and Ino constantly have sing offs to see who is better. Tenten and Hinata find it amusing.

-Naruto and Tenten are usually seen with drumsticks in their pockets. Naruto prefers guitar, however he would be jamming either Lee and Tenten constantly.

-Neji and Hinata have a pretty good relationship; in fact Hinata looks up to Neji and tried to seek approval from him constantly, especially since they were always compared as children in their music abilities.

-Shikamaru, Neji, and Tenten will smoke/Vape together and just vibe in the studio.

-Each group would attend each other’s performances

-they all attend university/college. Neji and Tenten go to private uni, Ino Sakura and Hinata attend public uni (Hinata, due to not getting into a prestigious arts program). Sasuke, and Naruto (being gifted in guitar) are not in music majors, however attend public uni. Shikamaru is in a trade school program.

-Yes you do see correctly; Ino has a face tattoo. It’s very girly pop of her.

I’ll drop some more sketches soon; I’m tired lol

[blissfulcrow]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Crow 1994 Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Eric Draven/Reader, Eric Draven/Shelly Webster, Eric Draven/You Characters: Eric Draven, Shelly Webster, Reader, Sarah Mohr Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Eventual Fluff, Inspired by Music, Post-Canon, Post-MCR, Love, Falling In Love, Canon-Typical Violence Summary:

Wiping the tears from her eyes, she could see a crouched man dressed in all black, rips and tears covering his attire, squatting on the sides of the mausoleum as if he were a fierce stone protector right at home with the gargoyles. His clown-like face paint was framed by deep black hair and intense brown eyes that seemed to pull you deep into them. There was something almost ethereal about him, nearly as if he glowed in the pale moonlight engulfing them both.

Note: My fic inspired by Brandon Lee’s portrayal, posted both here and on AO3. Please feel free to leave a like and comment so I know I'm not just throwing this fic into the abyss

Chapter One: Can’t Find My Way Home.

Blinding… That is the only way to describe her rage's effect on her… Blinding… like a flashlight clumsily pointed in your direction or a train rapidly approaching, unwavering in its journey and uncaring what was in the way. She was inconsolable after they told her the news. Her closest friend suddenly and unexpectedly passed away after having no signs of deterioration whatsoever. When she remembers, she feels like she's still there in that hospital room. Her ears ring as doctors ask a flurry of questions that she can’t answer, not because she doesn't know the answers but because her mouth just refuses to form the words. The bubbling of emotions threatening to boil over is unbearable; she thought she had prepared for this… “Stupid fucking idiot!” She reprimands aloud, boots slogging through the dense, earthy surrounds of the cemetery just outside the city. She walked straight back into the emotional turmoil of losing her mother; she promised herself she wouldn't work herself up, today of all days especially. Today marked one year since her friend's death, a whole year. One year without her closest confidant, a year of benders ending with her curled up next to a toilet, calling her friend's voice mail despite knowing it was futile. She would never get the answer she sought at the end of that dial tone, no matter how many tears were shed… The dead can't come back.

Every week, she would bring flowers to her grave. No matter how much it hurt, she pushed herself; she knew her companion's biggest fear was being forgotten, and she couldn't bear the thought of her being right. Every week, she had to put herself through the same bitter cycle of grief, and she knew she couldn't keep going like this. She just didn't know how else to cope. She trudged closer to her destination, fists whitening from her stone grip on the wilted pink Chrysanthemums. It happened to every flower that made its way to the grave; no matter how hard she tried, they always ended up crushed, and in that regard, she could relate to the poor flora withering in her palms.

The headstone slowly entered her view, the night's fog limiting it momentarily. The pot of emotions she thought she had under control started to boil wildly and without warning. Tears erupted ungraciously, blinding her vision as she approached, unaware of the crow mounted atop the grey stone watching her intently.

A grating caw pulled her from her mourning. Startled by the black bird as she kneeled, she looked up at it, and its eyes were hypnotising. It cocked its head as if almost to ask, “What's wrong?” and that's when laughter burst from her mouth. “I must be going nuts if I think a bird is concerned for me!” She manically exclaimed, running her hands through her hair to soothe herself. It wasn't working, not this time. “Sometimes, seeing truly is believing.” a bleak voice beside her called, snapping her back. Dropping her bag and flowers, she scurried away, hyper-aware of the reality of being in a cemetery alone with a stranger in the late hours of the night. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she could see a crouched man dressed in all black, rips and tears covering his attire, squatting on the sides of the mausoleum as if he were a fierce stone protector right at home with the gargoyles. His clown-like face paint was framed by deep black hair and intense brown eyes that seemed to pull you deep into them. There was something almost ethereal about him, nearly as if he glowed in the pale moonlight engulfing them both. Seeing her reaction to his presence, he shot his hands up, seemingly to say, “I’m no threat to you.” It was comforting in a strange way. Despite his ghostly exterior, she felt that there was something more to him, something tragic. His eyes held sorrow and grief, just as hers did. ‘Probably just another poor grieving soul.’ She speculated, feeling foolish for her initial reaction to his presence. “What do you mean?” She quizzed, referring to his opening line. She hadn't said anything, yet he had read her mind. “The bird, you thought you were going crazy because it could understand you. If you see it, believe it,” The leather-clad man stated as if it were something everyone would know.  

“That's an odd icebreaker” She quipped, straightening herself up. “Got a name, Mr Lurker?” Stretching out her hand to formally introduce herself to the man. She's done stranger things.

He stared at her hand as if contemplating the minor gesture. After a moment, he shook his head. ' Oh,’ she thought.

“Don’t do physical contact” Fell bluntly from his blackened lips as he looked away. Her hand wavered for a moment before returning to its place beside her. “Hey, fair enough, man, the chick you just met in a graveyard probably has heaps of diseases. I don’t blame you.” She chuckled, turning her head towards a grave, any of them to not face the embarrassment of her word vomit.

Eyes flicking from graves to the man, the woman sucked in a breath as if to build the courage to ask.

“So, what brings you this neck of the woods?” He stared again, trying to read her face.

“Only two types of people come to these places at such an hour: criminals and mourners.” He laughed, a haunting laugh that almost echoed off the surrounding statutes and monuments. She was entranced in how alluringly beautiful he looked as the smile spread across his monochromatic features. The crow landing on her shoulder broke her out of her daze. “So which are you? We friend or foe?” She jested, bringing her hand up to her shoulder, stroking the feathered creature with her pointer finger. 

Her eyes moved from his face to the disturbing sight beside him: an overturned grave. She couldn’t make out the deceased's name but could do the math. Sketchy stranger plus disrupted grave equals criminal, a thought that caused anxiety to rise to the surface despite his good looks. 

She slowly rose to make a quick escape, seeing as though she had just interrupted a looter, and she didn't want to end up in that empty grave. He saw her alarm and quickly cried out as she turned to run, crow flapping away from the perch on her shoulder.

“It's my grave!” Well, that certainly is a good way to stun someone. Ever so gently, she turned to face the unknown clown-covered man, contemplating how even to address the statement he so brazenly blurted out. ‘What the fuck does that mean?!’

Before she could verbalise her confusion, he was suddenly in front of her as if by magic. His hand flew to her mouth as he pulled her towards the mausoleum, keeping her from screaming. Her arms and legs flailed wildly in vain as he pinned her to the wall inside. “Hush now; no harm will come to you.” He whispered curtly. “There is someone here; they are responsible for the grave. If I take my hand away, do you promise to be good?”

All she could do was nod, eyes wide in fear and confusion. He eyed her carefully, steadily removing his hand, testing if she would keep her word. She did.

“Thank you. If your kindness could extend a tad longer, that would be appreciated. We have a visitor, " he said, crouching at the tomb's gated entrance to get a better look at who was approaching. She joined, slightly behind him.

It was a cloaked figure, steadily encroaching on the mangled grave. A heavily bangled arm outstretched to pick up the wilted chrysanthemums, crouching as they grabbed them. Low, angry muttering could barely be heard by the shrouded pair when suddenly, the flowers set ablaze in the figure's hands. More curses left the form as they clapped their hands over the empty grave, shaking the remaining cinders from their skin with the loud clangs of their bracelets that echoed through the graveyard. Visibly frustrated, the figure turned to leave quickly as if on a mission.

She didn't realise she had been holding her breath until her body reminded her of her oh-so-important need for oxygen. Spluttering as she attempted to regain a semblance of control of her body, the man before her turned to meet her gaze as if almost to say, “You mind?”

“Sorry”, She started, “I’m not accustomed to hiding from hooded figures.” If the joke landed, his face did not show it. 

“What happened to the whole ‘Don't do physical contact thing’?”

He peeked out to ensure the coast was clear, ignoring her before straightening up and extending his arm. Rapid flaps could be heard as the forgotten crow took its place upon his arm before turning to its owner; when they locked eyes, it seemed almost as if they were communicating with each other telepathically. ‘What the fuck is happening?’ The woman thought. “Go home, it’s not safe here.” Well, that much was apparent. Hastily, she skirted around the man to begin scooping up the contents of her bag back into its home. This had been creepy enough to last her a lifetime. 

The man watched her fumble and tumble out of the cemetery, not moving until she was out of sight. He made his way back to the decrepit grave, wracking his mind: ‘Why am I here? I thought this was over with. How am I back? Who was that figure?’ His eyes slowly drifted from the carved-out words ‘Eric Draven’ to the name on the adjacent grave, ‘Shelly Webster’, his heart rapidly thumping, threatening to leave his chest.

“I tried to come home, Shelly; why can't I return to you?” He wept, kneeling beside her headstone. His head met his hands as he unleashed his sorrow and frustration. ‘It’s not fair; what cruel being keeps us apart?’

Next to his grieving form, he could hear tiny taps of scale-like feet. Pulling him from his pity, the crow had dropped something beside him. Reaching out, he picked up the object, a driver's license. Seemingly, it belonged to the woman who had mistaken him for a thug. Gazing towards his feathered companion, he muttered,

“Suppose it’s time for a formal introduction.”

Alright, folks lemme know what you all think With Love, Blissful Crow <3

[miriadalia]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞…

Chapter Four of my Cobra Kai fanfic :D

𝐈𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐧𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟, 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫. 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦, 𝐬𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞… 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐛𝐫𝐚 𝐊𝐚𝐢, 𝐡𝐞’𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.

Fandom: Cobra Kai (TV)

Language: English (you can also find the Spanish version here)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Angst, Anxiety and Panic Attacks

Main ship (and protagonists): Tory Nichols/Kwon Jae Sung

Characters: Tory Nichols, Kwon Jae Sung, Robby Keene, Samantha Larusso, Miguel Díaz, Devon Lee, Yoon Do Jin, John Kreese, Kim Da Eun, Kim Sun Yung, Amanda Larusso, Daniel Larusso, Johnny Lawrence, Brandon Nichols, Grace Nichols, Aisha Robinson and more

Additional Tags: Cobra Kai AU, Korean Cobra Kai team, Half season 6 rewrite Half headcanon love story, This isn't just a ship fic this is a story about Tory and Kwon's characters as a whole and the development I wish they had, Even if you don't care about the ship I'd say to give it a chance ;), Headcanon Kwon's backstory, Tory's healing process and finding her most authentic self, I also explore Kreese and Kim's stories, Some secondary characters get their own time to shine and develop too, Ahem Yoon ahem as he deserved ahem, If you aren't convinced yet picture this: Angsty teenagers training karate while immersed in mystical Korean mountains along with ancient family mysteries waiting to be solved and coming-of-age drama

Summary:

Shattered by her mother's sudden death and feeling betrayed by her boyfriend and friends, Tory receives an unexpected invitation from her former sensei. If she agrees to leave everything behind, she will become the female captain of Cobra Kai to participate in the Sekai Taikai, an international karate tournament that could change her life forever. Desperate to gain custody of her little brother and escape their horrible aunt, the girl makes a decision.

On the other side of the ocean, among the dense mountains of South Korea, a group of karate students train day and night in their traditional dojo. They are the best and must prove it. Without fear, without mercy. This is the original Way of the Fist, the same one that was born among these mountains more than half a century ago. But the new male captain will not have an easy time following its demands, especially after the arrival of an odd American blonde who makes him question everything he has believed until now…

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Shipper Tag Game

Thank you @godotismissingx for the tag! ❤️❤️❤️

Sorry that it took so much time 😅

Okay let's go!

1. What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don't care anymore?

There were some k-pop ships I used to ship but as time went by I just stopped. Maybe because I’m not as much into k-pop as I used to be.

I also don’t ship any of Hetalia’s characters anymore.

2. Which ship would you consider your first one?

Stella and Brandon from Winx Club or Kevin and Gewn from Ben 10: Alien Force. That was even before I was aware of what shipping was.

While I was aware, I think it was Shizaya? Durarara was one of the first animes I watched. And Heiwajima Shizuo and Orihara Izaya's love-hate relationship was so good for a 12-year-old me.

Or it could be SasuNaru…

3. Your first fanfic belonged to which couple?

Written it was Merciless. 

But read? That was so long time ago...

I remember I found some Ben 10 stories on the Internet and I read a lot of them as a kid.

But when I read and I was aware I was reading fanfics it was most likely SasuNaru or Darry. It was most likely still on Wattpad or fanfiction.net. On or those self-publishing blogs. Those were popular back then.

4. Do you remember the first couple you saw a fanart over?

Probably SasuNaru. Or another ship that was popular at the beginning of the 2010s.

5. Did you ever get into ship discourse?

I try not to. I mostly believe that fiction is fiction and when I don't like something I just don't read it.

I like to read people's points of view though.

6. Did you used to have any no-otp or have it currently?

Not really. I used to hate UkFrance from Hetalia but now I just don't care. And I never really shipped Destiel. But I'm not sure I would call them a no-otp.

7. Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read?

A new chapter of Merciless fic that I'm always waiting for was published. It's called Hidsight by duty_free. AND IT'S AWESOME, GO READ IT. It's a wonderful continuation to The Merciless that can actually fix those two morons (I have hope, it's still ongoing)

Before it, my friend @frayed-at-the-seams published her fic about Junho and Hoyeol from D.P. It's called Dogs and Cats. It's an interesting supernatural spin on the original story and it allows Junho and Hoyeol to be cute ❤️

8. Currently, do you have any OTPs?

Of course. My absolute favorite obsession is Han Jaeho x Jo Hyunsoo from The Merciless

But there is more:

Roronora Zoro x Sanji (Zosan) from One Piece

Sakata Gintoki x Hijikata Toshirou (GinHiji) from Gintama

Shizuo Heiwajima x Orihara Izaya (Shizaya) from Durarara!!

Oga Tatsumi x Furuichi Takayuki (OgaFuru) from Beelzebub

Lee Dongsik x Han Juwon from Beyond Evil

Kang Yohan x Kim Gaon (GaHan) from Devil Judge

An Junho x Han Hoyeol from D.P.

Miyuki Kazuya x Sawamura Eijun (MiyuSawa) from Ace of Diamond 

James T. Kirk x Spock from Star Trek 

Merlin x Arthur Pendragon from BBC Merlin

James Bond x Q (00Q) from James Bond movies

Harry Hart x Gary "Eggsy" Unwin from Kingsman movies

Tony Stark aka Iron Man x Steve Rogers aka Captain America from Marvel Comics (comics only.)

Peter Parker aka Spiderman and Wade Wilson aka Deadpool from the Marvel Comics

Loid Forger x Yor Forger from SPY X FAMILY

Hino Eiji x Akhn (EiAn) from Kamen Rider OOO

Shijima Go x Chase from Kamen Rider Drive

Kiryu Sento x Banjo Ryuga from Kamen Rider Build

and many many more

Also as an exception to my k-pop rule, I still ship ChanBaek from EXO.

9. Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?

Robin and Barney from How I Met Your Mother. I get that it was planned from the beginning for Ted to end up with Robin but did they have to make Robin and Barney so good???

Also, Merthur, like they had a whole story about them? All 5 seasons?

And Sterek. 

10. Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?

Zeke x Levi from Shingeki no Kyojin. I used to not be much into it but there is an amazing reincarnation comic AU on twitter (here) with them and I have to say that they have a potential.

11. Do you have any ship that, in the past, was considered normal but now you would be canceled over?

Not sure... There were some ships that I wasn't aware of age. I don't mind ships with big age differences but I like for both parties to be over 18.

So maybe as an example Levi x Eren? Eren was 15 and now looking back I'm not sure if I would ship it. 

12. What was your favorite crack ship?

Tried to think of something but my head is empty. I don't believe I don't have any crack ships!

13. Who is the couple you read more fanfics of?

Shizaya, GinHiji or ChanBaek. They have big fandoms so I could just move from one fic to another. 

Also YoonMin. I used to ship them a lot but now not really but I read a lot of fics with them.

14. What most of your ships usually have in common?

They usually banter or tease each other. Those love-hate relationships are my favorites. And more of them lately have an age difference.

15. What you absolutely hate in a ship?

Lack of chemistry? I hate too much drama but also don't like where everything is fine. And cheating.

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