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thedyingmoon · 5 years ago

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"My friend, welcome to the Carpathians. I,... am anxiously expecting you,... at the Borgo Pass. My carriage will await and bring you to me. I,... trust your journey from London has been a happy one,... and that you will enjoy your stay,... in my beautiful land.

Your friend,... V."

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"Do you believe in destiny? That,... even the,... powers,... of time,... can be altered for a single purpose? " As if in a trance, V went to the table and picked up your picture, protecting it from the flame of the candle but not from the dark ink that just spilled on it due to his carelessness and on his haste to hold it.

And as the old Count looked at you, Nero felt a complete sense of dread washing over him.

V smiled as he cradled the picture like a lost belonging. "The luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds,... true love."

"You found (Y/N). I thought she was lost. We are to be married as soon as I return." Nero happily told the Count as he pointed at your picture at V's pale hands. "Are you married, Count?" He asked as he noticed the Lord of the castle looking at your picture with a strange expression he couldn't quite tell. "Sir, are you married?"

"I was married once." Count V answered, a single tear rolling down his jade eye. "Ages ago it seems. She died."

"Oh. I'm very sorry."

"She was fortunate. My life, at its best, is,... misery." The Count told Nero as he gave your picture back to him. "She will no doubt make a,... devoted wife. And you, a faithful husband."

In a space of a few seconds, the frown and sadness on the Count's face vanished as he made Nero sit back down on his chair.

"Come. Write now, my friend, to your firm,... and to any loved ones to say that it shall please you,... to stay with me,... until a month from now."

Nero looked up at V, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "A month? Do you wish me to stay so long?"

V leaned in closer, his sinister eyes telling him that the Count was already up to no good. "I will take no,... refusal."

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"I love him! I love him!" Your best friend, Lady, exclaimed as she came out of her room, twirling and waltzying about as she gracefully ran towards you. "I love him and I said yes!" She sat down next to you and held your hands.

"Oh, finally!" You shook your head as you smiled at her. "Don't tell me. The Devil Hunter with the big sword?"

"Oh, no, no. To my dear number three." Lady answered you. "Lord Vergil Sparda." She cleared her throat. Changing her tone to match that of her butler's, she announced, "Lord and Lady Sparda! And you are to be my Maid Of Honor. Please, say yes."

The smile on Lady's lips vanished when she saw the frown on your face. "What is it, (Y/N)? It's the most exciting day of my life!" She sighed as he shoulders slumped in sadness. "You don't seem to care,..."

"It's just that I'm so worried about Nero." You showed Lady the letter you received from your fiance. "This letter I received is so cold, it's so unnatural. It's not like him, at all!"

"Oh, (Y/N), don't worry."

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"See me. See me now,..."

In your haste, you bumped into someone as you turned, dropping the perfume you just bought from the apothecary. A small and dainty gasp escaped your lips as his glove hand caught it with an unbelievable speed and offered it back to you.

"My,... humblest apologies." He said as you glanced at him with wide, surprised eyes. "Forgive my,... ignorance. I,... recently arrived from abroad, and I,... do not know your city. Is a beautiful lady - ?"

"The purchase of a street atlas is a sixpence. Good day." You simply answered as you snatched the bottle of perfume away from his hand.

You were about to walk away when he called you back.

"I have offended you."

You looked back at him and saw him still standing there where you left him.

"I' am only looking for the Cinematograph. I understand it is a wonder of the civilized world."

"If you seek culture, then visit a museum. London is filled with them. Excuse me." You answered as you finally left him.

But, not even a minute has passed when you saw him again smiling at you when you turned around a corner.

How did he get there so fast?!

"A woman so lovely and intelligent," He began with a smile as you tried to ignore him. "... should not be walking the streets of London without her gentleman."

Finally losing your patience with the annoying man, you turned back at him and fired at him. "Do I know you, sir?! Are you acquainted with my husband?!" You emphasized, hoping for the man to get the hint. You tilted your head to the side at the location of the police department. "Shall I call the Police?!"

The man opened his mouth to say something else but, he simply dropped it. He slightly bowed his head as he gave you an apologizing look. "Husband? Then, I shall bother you no more." He tilted his top hat and walked away.

Feeling guilty of what you just said, you followed him. "Sir, it is I who have been rude." You spoke, not really knowing why you even bothered to talk to him, a complete stranger, in the first place. "If you're looking for - "

"Please," he gently cut you off as he looked at you through his blue - tinted pair of glasses.

Those jade eyes, you thought. They look so,... familiar,...

"Permit me to introduce myself." He announced as he removed his top hat and bowed at you like a true gentleman. "I,... am Prince Vlad,... of Sagite. But, you can call me V."

You smirked at the name and title he just revealed to you. "A Prince, no less?"

"I' am,... your servant." He replied as he wore his top hat once more.

"(Y/N) (L/N)."

Your eyes widened even more as this enigmatic man who called himself V went closer to you, his deep eyes never leaving yours. "I,... am,... honored,... Madame (Y/N)." He declared as he took your gloved hand in his and gave it a chaste peck.

You gave him a genuine smile and gestured towards the location he was looking for - the Cinematograph.

This mysterious one,... something drew you to him. He looked so familiar, so gentle,...

It's as if you've been with him before in a past life,...

"This way."

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A/N:

Just an experiment! These are snippets of a Dracula and Devil May Cry 5 crossover with an Alternate Universe V X Reader theme ( V as Vlad Dracula and you as Wilhelmina Murray ). And I must say I really like it. I may publish it here for real after 🖤 I See My Future Before Me 🖤 and 🖤 In Silence, I Weep 🖤.

But, would anyone take interest in it? If not, oh well, still gonna post it. It's just so good that I can't ignore it.

What do you think about it?

🖤🖤🖤

Cast, so far:

V - Count Dracula / Prince Vlad of Sagite

Nero - Nero Harker ( Jonathan Harker )

Lady - Lady Westenra ( Lucy Westenra )

Vergil ( Yes! He's a different character here and a separate man from V! ) - Lord Vergil Sparda, Esquire ( Lord Arthur Holmwood, Esquire )

🖤🖤🖤

#devil may cry 5 #dracula #v #v x reader #v x you #crossover

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sofiiel · 2 years ago

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Chapter One : 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐝

Summary: Eddie is face with a crashing reminder of weight and potential cost of fame.

Warning: chapter contains gun violence and bloody imagery.

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Gareth gave his head a shake as shouting came from the far right corner of the Green Room. Eddie's hands flew about as animated as ever as he tried to explain himself at the top of his lungs.

Your eyes looked up at Eddie as if pleading for the fight to be over. This had become tiring. All you could do now was hug yourself and try to make yourself louder, just to be heard.

"That's not what I'm trying to say. All I'm saying is-"

Eddie cut you off with a scowl, shrugging his shoulders, "That you don't trust me." he snapped.

Your eyes fell into a needled glare, "You're the only one I do trust in all of this." finally your arms flail out in frustration, flapping down at your side.

With a sharp turn to leave Eddie to the corner, you seethe the words "The only god-damn one. I'm not continuing this if you won't want to listen, Edward."

Eddie stood up straight, "shit." he thought. His eyes sliding over to the guys as the Green Room door slammed. "She called me Edward." he muttered.

"Of course she did, man. That's the ninth fuck up in three days." Jeff sighed.

"I didn't fuck up!" Eddie's eye twitched slightly as he wandered over to join the boy's game of spades. "I just, I've never been invited to a private after party before, how was I supposed to know that lady wasn't being friendly?" he said.

"I mean, if Lou Diamond Phillips, or Phil Demmel invited y/n off to lunch, she wouldn't guess why. She'd go! As she should." Eddie vented.

Gareth chuckled and looked at Grant, "Yeah, but it wasn't Lou Diamond or Demmel that invited you; was it?" Gareth said. "It was that seedy nightclub owner, Rebelle Stark."

"She's only been in the tabloids for five months trying to lure rising stars into her bed for the publicity." Grant muttered.

Eddie leaned back in his chair and leaned his head back. "Make up sex, I'll let her angry fuck me and it'll be fine. It always works." Eddie spoke under his breath.

"Dude, they got pictures of you leaving out the back door, with her shirt on." Jeff sighed.

"I was drunkenly trying on clothes, I didn't know they were Rebelle's. I was fleeing because she was being handsy not sneaking out." Eddie corrected them, voice slightly raised.

"We know that, don't we? The media don't. Y/n knows that too, that's what she was tryin' to tell you." Gareth stressed.

"You don't listen when you panic." Grant lulled dryly pulling a card from the stack.

"And you just shout. If you'd shut up, you would have heard her when she said she was concerned for you, and not what everyone thinks you did." said Jeff.

Eddie groaned and looked down at the cards on the table. "So, flowers and begging?" He asked.

"On both knees, and probably bring something shinny." Gareth said.

"I can ask Steve about what I should do." Eddie sighed.

"We're ok, it's gonna take more than bad media and spotlight starved desperate to ruin nearly a decade of awesome." Eddie said. Looking off, though, he had to wonder, Jeff wasn't wrong. It'd be one of many screw-ups.

Worse, he'd been the one jumping to conclusions more than Y/n had. Mistaking her tone for judgement or resentment.

Eddie sighed inwardly, "You know better than that." he thought. "I'll fix this tonight."

You hovered over the small kitchenette in your hotel room. The scent of caramelized bacon, stunning the senses. Eggs sizzled lightly, being slipped onto a slice of toast.

"God, let me hire you." Chrissy moaned as she held her twinkling finger out towards the plate.

You giggle, but those words make you want to cry. She'd come so far in her recovery.

Noticing your silence, Chrissy flashed you a smile, "oh come on, no." she said, "Don't you make this about me. You call me over to vent about you, remember?"

With a chuckle, you nod, "fine, fine." you sighed, taking a seat across from her at the table. Chrissy wiggled happily in her chair before taking a tiny bit of her egg on toast.

You'd yet to speak, so she looked you up and down and with a wave of her hand said, "well, on with it."

"Eddie and I had another fight..." you confessed.

"Shock and awe!" Chrissy gasped, hiding her mouth as she chewed. "I mean that's obvious, that's the sole reason you call me sounding like a lost kid in a mall." she hummed.

"It's fine, he'll show up with that 'oh no, I step on my cat's tail' look on his face and bang you into oblivion-"

"Chris!" you gasped.

She rolled her eyes, "and then all will be fine again for the next few days. It's just stardom, Nums. You two will be fine." Chrissy smiled.

You muttered under your breath, "Nums," in irritation. Ever since Eddie'd taken to calling you Num-nums in interviews, your whole circle had decided to use it.

"It gets better, if you tough it out. Trust me." Chrissy offered.

"You say that, but..." You eyed the grinning woman up and down cautiously, "You've been through six boyfriends, official 'yeah we're exclusive' boyfriends in three months. Six."

Chrissy shrugged and licked the bacon sugar off her fingers, "it's the NFL, what do you expect? None of them want to be tied down when they're wandering around looking like Adonis." she giggled.

"Two of them were writers. Chrissy, writers, the most hopless romantic romance starved creatures alive." you stressed.

Chrissy rolled her eyes, "yep, it happens. Jealousy, exhaustion, lack of time, conflicting careers. This is hard, Y/n." her words came out carefully.

"Its hard. But it what you wanted for him, isn't it?" asked Chrissy.

You bit your lip, "of course it is." you said. Chrissy smiled gently, "Then you'll be fine. This will all calm down, just let him learn how to handle it all."

"Y right." you exhaled. "You're right, I should learn to stop panicking after every fight."

"Of course I am." Chrissy chimed. "Besides, it's just what you two do. You ruffle each other's feathers like some weird mating dance, and then become the most sickeningly sweet creature anyone's ever seen afterward." she snickered.

Reaching across the table to give Chrissy's shoulder a playful shove, "shut up!" you giggle.

"Well, someone had to turn that frown upside down!" she giggled back.

The door knob clicked and clunking boots entered in.

"Babe? You here?" Eddie's voice called out.

Your body tensed for a moment as you glanced at the clock. You'd been sure it would take him longer to get back.

Chrissy flashed you a grin and took her plate with her as she stood up, "I'm stealing the plate! I'll see you tomorrow Nums!" she called, stepping around Eddie, she gave him a cheeky smirk.

"That is, providing you can get out of bed tomorrow." she hummed before exiting.

You sighed, running a hand down your face.

Eddie bit his lip, it was a call to Chrissy and not Nancy, so that had to be a good sign. With cautious steps, he inched towards you, the plastic of the store bought flowers rustling against his leather jacket.

"I um...about earlier..." Eddie fumbled. He was never good at saying 'I'm sorry' as many words always wanted to rush out instead.

"It's fine, Eddie. Really, I'll make you something to eat, and I'll go to bed." You sighed, turning around in your chair. "I'm sure you're tired, we can talk in the mor-"

Eddie dropped to one knee and for a moment you panicked. "It's, it's not what it looks like. I promise I'm dumb enough to try to pop THE question while you're pissed off." Eddie chuckled dryly.

He nestled the cone of flowers in your lap. A bushel of pale roses. "I'm sorry I never let you actual talk and just panic shout." Eddie murmured.

"Panic shout?" You asked him, a smile threatening to tick onto your face.

Eddie side glanced, rubbing the tip of his nose, "yeah, that's what the boys call it." he said.

Taking the flowers in your hand, you got to your feet and went to place them in water.

"I'm um sorry I screwed up again. I know I need to be more careful and think things through better." Eddie continued.

Going to the couch, he sat and started to exchange his boots for his worn white sneakers. "I'm sorry I accused you of being jealous and unreasonable... I know that's not you." sighed Eddie.

"It's never been you." He repeated.

Gently petting the petals of the roses, you turned to smile at him. "Really, Eddie, it's ok."

"No it's not, it's been like this for the past two weeks and I-" Eddie huffed, "Let me take you to dinner tonight?" He asked, a half-hearted smirk curving onto his lips, "let me use this new power for good instead of evil? Feed my girl instead of stomping on her last nerve?" He asked.

Eddie smiled at the sound of your soft laughter.

"Where'd you have in mind?" you asked.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Steve said anywhere that's not just pizza, so..." Eddie murmured.

"Aw, you went to Steve?" You sang, voice laced with withheld laughter.

"Yeah, yuck it up. But that guy is the master of escaping the dog house." Eddie mused.

He walked over to you, resting his hands on your shoulders, "am I allowed to kiss you, or?" he asked in a whisper.

The moment you nod your head, Eddie's warm lips press lightly against your forehead. Leaving to repeat against the corner of your eye before he stole your mouth.

It's a soft kiss, his hand cradling your jawline.

"Let's go eat," Eddie said, pulling away, "before I get carried away." he hummed.

You give his bottom lip a nip and turn to the flowers, "I'm taking a few with me." you said.

Eddie held the door open for you as you stepped into the night. This felt right again, he held that beautiful wide smile. The one that crinkled his eyes and his arm draped around your shoulder as he talked.

"Jeff brought a fan on stage and the girl ran straight for Gareth." Eddie laughed at his retelling of the show that evening.

"Eddie fucking Munson?" a voice called with a hint of a snarl.

Your eyes wandered to a man dressed in torn jeans and a Corroded Coffin Tee. You smiled at the fan as Eddie removed his arm from your shoulder, reaching into his pocket for a pen.

It had to be an autograph, that what the man must have wanted; or a picture.

"Yeah, man. What can I do for you?" asked Eddie.

"Not a damn thing, you fucking sell out." the man growled.

Eddie's gaze hardened, "Excuse me?" he asked.

"You heard me. You've led your band down the path of ass-kissery. You made us all believe that a real metal band would finally make it. Now look at you! Face all over commercials for big brands, playing in a venue that wouldn't give other musicians in the genre the time of day. Grinning at the worst rumor spreading brainrot TV hosts around." The man ranted.

Eddie placed himself in front of you. "Look, I don't know what you've read, but that not me. I'll gladly talk to you, man. But I'm with my girl." he tried to explain. Eddie tried hard to remain calm, thought a bitter anger started to boil.

The man reached under his shirt, "I used to be one of your biggest fans. Never missed a show, got all the tour shirts...you sighed my guitar." He rambled.

"Signed you guit-" Eddie exhaled as he peered at the man's face, "shit, I do know your face," Eddie whispered.

"Stuck up for you when my friends and band members dragged your name through the mud. Now I look like an idiot, and they kicked me out the band." the man raged.

Eddie's arms flung out, pushing you further behind him. "Wait, wait, wait!" Eddie urged.

"You ruined my dream!" The man shouted.

"That's not Eddie's fault! Please sir, put that away!" you cried out. Your eyes staring down the barrel of the gun.

"Ok, I'm sorry. Ok, we can talk. All you want, I swear, just put it away." Eddie tried to speak calmly, though his outstretch hand trembled.

"I'm done talking, You think you're the first? Many of my idols turned out to be nothing but trash, You're just the worst of them! You made us believe you!" the man raged.

Each word drew his tiger finger a little bit closer.

"Eddie." you whispered.

Eddie's jaw clenched tight as he held his breath.

"HEY!" Chrissy shouted, her heels clicking as she ran, holding a whistle to her lips she filled the night with a shrill sound.

"Chris!" You gasped, watching the small woman grab hold of the man's arms. "Leave them alone!" she shouted.

"Chri-"

A crackling pop caused the world to pause. The second it sounded, your body moved without your knowledge, pushing forward. Heat tore into your chest.

Breathing became hard and beyond the heat in your chest was a sharp radiating pain.

Chrissy continued to struggled against the man, filling his eyes with pepper spray as she screamed for helped.

Eddie's hands supported your body as your legs gave way. "No, no. It's ok, I’ve got you." Eddie's voice shivered. Lifting you slightly, he used his body to hold you upright, backing away towards the wall.

"Hold on, I'll set you down and call-"

Another shot fired, It came paired with a cry before a numbing pain rattled your head. Your body fell limp and your vision faded. Everything hurt and yet everything was stuck, unmoving, unfeeling.

Nothing was hot or cold, soft or rough. There wasn't a loudness to the world, no weight. Just pain and a persistent ringing in your ears, drowning out desperate yelling.

"What did you do!" Eddie shouted, crumpling with you as he broke your fall, arms and legs wrapping his body around yours. "What'd the fuck did you do!" he cried out, tearing his eyes away from the struggle.

Chrissy sprayed the last of her bottle into the shooter's eyes, running to you and Eddie while the man fled.

"Oh my god, Y/n!" she whimpered, hovering above the two of her. "Go call somebody!" Eddie urged, laying you gently onto your back. His fingertips gentle touching the blood from the tunnel carved along the side of your head.

Chrissy's knees shook.

"Go, Chrissy, go call somebody!" Eddie shouted, pointing down the street to the phone booth.

With a nod, Chrissy ran for it.

Eddie removed his jacket, balling it up he pressed it against your chest. "You're going to be fine, babe. I swear to you, you will." Eddie whispered, watching his tear drops slash against your cheek.

His eyes lingering on the few roses that'd fallen from your hands, pale pink and white petals painted red.

The sirens and the ride to the emergency was a distant blur in Eddie's mind.

He could vaguely remember furiously yelling at the paramedics, the nurses, and the doctors.

He could remember chucking all of his new shinny credit cards onto the hospital floor.

Chrissy desperately trying to pull him away from the doctor, who wasn't having his frenzied demands.

"I just want to see her." Eddie muttered for the hundredth time. His leg bouncing endlessly in his seat.

"I know you do big guy. But they're working on her now. Let them work." Steve said, his hand clamped firmly onto Eddie's shoulder.

Steve was waiting at the Steakhouse, He was supposed to help Eddie tonight with a surprise for Y/n. Then he got the call and was the first one there.

Steve glanced at Chrissy, who's red eyes watched Eddie with concern.

"I didn't know that guy from Adam and he just-" Eddie squinted, "had the nerve to, fucking - what the fuck gave him the right to-" He couldn't find or keep his words.

"I know, I know. Don't think too much on it. We trust the doctors. Yeah?" Steve tried his best to calm the flustered man.

Feet rushed into the E.R in a chaotic shuffle.

"What the hell happened?" Grant asked.

"Did-is she ok? What's going on?" Jeff questioned.

Gareth stood with his mouth opening and closing, unsure of what to ask or what to say. His face pale. "Is she...is she?" he stammered.

"No!" Eddie shouted, eyes shut tight, "no," he repeated quietly.

"No, no she's not. They're operating." Chrissy managed, lightly rubbing Eddie's back. "She'll be fine." she soothed.

"Did they get the guy?" Jonathan asked, going unnoticed behind the band. " I tried to leave a report with the police." Chrissy answered. Her eyes stuck on Eddie, "It wasn't a full statement, they want to speak to Eddie when he's...able." she said.

"If he's ever able." Steve murmured, giving Eddie's shoulder and squeeze.

With a lost daze in his eyes, Eddie fiddled with a small box in his hands, turning it round and round between his fingers.

"I need to try to call Y/n's family. I know it's...touchy, but they need to know." Chrissy sighed.

"You should probably contact your manager, let him know what's happened and that the band may need to drop the tour." Steve said to the boys.

"Someone should call Wayne, Eddie's gonna need 'im." said Gareth.

Morning rose over the city, passed out across the many chairs in the waiting room where various persons. A magazine lay draped over Grant's face while he slept. Gareth calling hogs while he used Jeff's shoulder as a pillow.

Steve's eyes fluttered open and shut as he nodded in and out, eyes trying to focus on the muted news on the TV. Luckily, what happened had not hit the media, yet.

Chrissy slept curled in her hair, trying her best to use her arms as a pillow. Mascara running and smudge onto the sleeve of her shirt. With a jolt, she awoke, fearful eyes glancing around the room.

She heaved a large sigh and bit her lip, fighting tears. "It's not a dream." she thought, settling down into place.

Steve sat up in his seat, "any news?" Chrissy asked him, voice hoarse.

"Not yet, a few alarms sounded back there but, they brought in at least three more people via ambulance." Steve explained.

"Could have been any of them." Chrissy added.

"Yeah totally." Steve said quickly.

Chrissy rubbed her sore neck, her eyes falling on Eddie, who'd also curled into his seat, his face knotted in that same distressed expression.

"How's he doing?" Chrissy asked.

"He's...um, doing? I guess. Only been sleep about two hours or so. Went mental on some poor guy who was star struck at so many famous faces in the lobby." said Steve.

"Can you blame him?" Chrissy asked, hugging herself. "It's how this all started, some fan out of nowhere." she sighed.

Chrissy and Steve simultaneously looked towards the box clutched in Eddie's hands.

"Please tell me that's not-"

Steve exhaled a shaky breath, "yeah," he lulled, sucking in his lips. "It is, it was." he said.

"Even after a fight?' Chrissy asked.

A failed chuckle exited Steve's throat, "Because of the fight. Eddie doesn't know what to do with how his life is changing. Idiot's doing his best, but he's shitting himself on a daily basis. He's the face of Corroded Coffin no matter how much he tries not to be. He's been thrown into the favor of most of the world after being a great big nobody, and he's doing it with who'd he'd easily call the girl of his dreams." Steve stated.

"And he's terrified that one wrong move will fuck everything up forever. Yeah, he's falling for some stupid shit, like real stupid shit - but, he's trying to push those wax wings to their limit. He bought a new house for Wayne, got his dad a new lawyer, paid for Y/n's business he'd always dreamed of. He wants to keep all that ~ but he's seen what can happen to couples who are unevenly balanced in this life." Steve sighed.

Chrissy frowned, "now you're making me nervous." she said.

Steve tilted his head, "why?" he asked.

"Your attitude has dropped from one thousand to sixty-five, and your face is way too serious." said Chrissy.

Steve frowned, " Yeah, well, I know what it's like to lose hold of the person you thought you'd marry one day." he said. "Fortunately for me, it wasn't like this."

Chrissy chewed her lip, "Do you think?" she asked, voice shaken.

"No, hell no. Y/n's always been a stubborn little shit," Steve chuckled. "Probably just taking time to plot her revenge in her head. She's totally going after that guy when she's better."

"I'm here! W-we're here! Where is she? He?" Robin's panic rambling filled the waiting room as she rushed in ahead of Nancy and Jonathan.

"Robin?" Steve questioned, brows raised high.

"Aren't you," Chrissy asked squinting, "Aren't you supposed to be in Italy?" she asked.

"Honeymoon got pushed back because I got a call regarding my client. There was a change in his case, so I've got another trial ahead of me." Nancy explained.

"Our plan stopped here, and I remembered that Jonathan was in town because of the tour, gave him a call for a ride to the hotel and..." Nancy's brows knitted together, "heard the news." she murmured.

"Damn, Byers you became everyone driver tonight, eh..day." Steve said.

"It's nothing new," Jonathan sighed, "and this time I'm happy to do it."

In one arm, Jonathan held a giant paper bag, and in the other hand a drink holder. "I pick up breakfast for everyone, and coffee. Nobody really slept last night and I spent it all explaining about the tour..." he said.

"Double shot?" Steve asked.

Jonathan laughed dryly, "Triple shots." he said.

Chrissy hoped up, "Oh, you're an actual angel." she sighed, rushing towards him and taking a cup.

"Did they catch the guy? Is anyone looking for him?" asked Robin.

"The police are out looking, yeah. No word on how that's going." Yawned Jeff, his eyes opening slowly.

"I smell Coffee." Grant muttered as Jonathan passed the cups around.

The doors to the Emergency room opened and out stepped the doctor Eddie'd threatened. He looked at the group, and the frown on his face was worrying.

"Doctor Jenner?" Chrissy questioned going to meet him with nervous steps.

"You're Ms. Cunningham? Listed on her file?" Jenner asked.

Chrissy fumbled around in her purse, "Y-yes, um," she pulled out her driver license and handed it over. Jenner looked the tiny card over and lead Chrissy away from the others.

Looking Chrissy dead in the eyes, Jenner spoke quietly and clearly, "Y/n is stable for the moment. It was touch and go. It's still touch and go. The first bullet collapsed the left lung, but it could have been worse. We've removed the bullet and fragments. There's currently a chest tube in place." He explained.

Chrissy nodded her head absently, blinking away the water in her eyes.

"We've moved her to a private room and have gotten her as comfortable as we are able." Jenner added.

"So, can we see her now?" Chrissy asked hopefully.

Jenner exhaled, "she may receive visitors in around thirty to forty-five minutes, yes." He paused, "but you should know..."

After bidding goodbye to Jenner, Chrissy stumbled back to the group. Shaking her head lightly and ruffling her hair.

"Chrissy?" asked Jonathan, as no one seemed to want to break the silence.

"We um...we can see her in about thirty to forty-five minutes, they moved her to a room." Chrissy spoke in a daze.

Eddie's eyes opened as he slowly pushed himself up in his seat. He watched the water droplets hang from Chrissy's eyes lashes. "But" he lulled with caution.

Chrissy gave her head another shake, "They induced her. So..." Chrissy said.

"Well, that's good, right. That's a good thing that usually helps." Robin stammered.

"The second bullet fractured her skull, she had swelling and um, she needs about three more operations to fix that and one to assess just how band things are. They want to keep her out until then but, the chest tube needs to do it work." Chrissy continued on.

"Jenner doesn't want to risk putting her under with one lung down." she said.

Eddie exhaled long and slow, "fff-fucking christ..." he whispered, pulling his hair back.

"It went through though, clipped her skull rather than...you know." said Chrissy.

Nancy looked at Eddie with concern. "How are you feeling?" She asked him carefully.

Eddie bowed his head, eyes looking down at the blood crusted on his shoes. His shoulder began to shiver.

"Oh," Nancy exhaled, "oh no, hey," she hummed going to him with quick steps. Nancy lightly rubbed his back. "It's ok, right? The doctor would have told us if it was bad." she said.

"Come on, Eddie." Gareth said going to him as well.

Chrissy bit her lip, "Nancy's right, Eddie. Don't make yourself sick just yet."

Eddie stooped, squatting near the ground, he pawed at his eyes. "Just tell them to fix it. I don't give a shit what it costs, they can have my left and right arm, just....tell them to fix it." Eddie murmured.

He held his stomach, "I think I'm gonna be sick." he said.

"Hey! Can we get a bucket or something!" Steve called out, turning towards the front desk.

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Chapter Two : Oversleep

Summary: Starved for the faintest glimmer, Eddie refuses to give up on the pursuit of healing a fractured mind.

Warnings: Angst. A little negative self-talk. unhappy end (?) to chapter. No use of y/n utilizes ____ and petnames instead.

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"Eddie, you have to go and get sleep at some point." Steve said, looking down at the exhausted man across the room.

Flipping aimlessly through TV channels, Eddie shook his head and downed another up of cold coffee. "I'm good, Steve. Really." he murmured.

"You've been here every day for what's going on four weeks now." Steve spoke as calmly as he could manage. He pinched the bridge of his nose and reminded himself to bite back the snark wanting to bubble up from his throat.

Steve gave a muted huff, "You need to take care of yourself, she's going to need you when she wakes up."

Eddie's eyes flickered to Steve, "Nums has got two more surgeries before they will move her. Calling in a specialist for the final operation in about three months?" Eddie squinted as he tried to remember his conversation with Jenner.

"I'm fine until then." Eddie added.

"When was the last time you ate?" Steve asked.

"An hour ago, the nurses feel sorry for me." Eddie said in a bitter scoff. "I've got to be the saddest sight they've seen in a while." he sang.

Looking at you, Steve noticed the infamous little box resting on your lap.

Eddie followed his gaze, "I want to make sure it's there, right there when they wake her." He said. "Something good, after all this bullshit."

His eyes threatened to water again.

Steve cleared his throat in hopes of distracting Eddie's tears. "Look, man. Go stretch your legs, call the guys and update them. I can watch her for a while." He offered.

Eddie's eyes stayed fix on the woman he loved, willing her eyes to open. Though he knew it wasn't that simple, you had a long way to go down the road to recovery.

"It's not like she's going to jolt awake right now, right? Five minutes." Steve pressed.

Eddie released a shaky breath, he wasn't going to admit that his leg had fallen asleep for the third time or that he couldn't feel his butt.

"Alright," he replied, "Thanks."

Steve gave Eddie's shoulder a reassuring shake as he got to his feet. "Don't worry about it, watching over troublemakers is what I do, remember?" He teased.

When Eddie manged a smile, Steve knew he could relax. He tilted his head towards the door, "Now go one and bring me one of those cookies from the café."

Eddie headed out of the room and as the door closed, Steve exhaled. Standing before your bed with his hands on his hips, his eyes shimmered with pity.

"I swear, you two have the worst combined luck." He murmured.

Several months had come and gone. Under a bright summer sun, Eddie looked softly upon the little brown shingled house.

You would draw your knees into your chest, and he would kick his out to rest in the quiet street. Relaxed there, you would talk about how things could be, together in that little old house.

"I wanted to give it to you one day, I didn't think it'd be like this." Eddie thought.

The doors to the medical vehicle opened and closed behind him. Thankfully, neighbors on this street were spaced out and no nosey Susans were about.

Eddie took a deep breath and watched the team maneuver you up the walkway.

"The door is unlocked. The master bedroom, up the stairs and the room in the back, where the window looks out to the large old tree." Eddie explained.

Chrissy hopped out her car, hurried steps clicking against the sidewalk. With wide eyes, she looked up at the house.

"Oh!" she gasped, mouth covered.

"Yeah." Eddie exhaled, the corners of his mouth threatening to smile.

Pulling her hands way from her muffled gasp, Chrissy began to fan her eyes. "Damn you, Eddie!" she cursed through the crack in her voice.

"I was done crying!"

Eddie simply smiled, "Come on, let's go see if Nums likes her room."

At the dinning room table of the shaby-chic house, Chrissy poured glasses of water for Eddie, Wayne, the band and the Sinclair siblings. Everyone seemed happy enough to get caught up with each other, but there were scarcely any smiles.

"So...that was the last surgery?" Erica questioned.

Eddie nodded, "Yes, as of three months ago. The very last one. Jenner has already ordered to tapper Nums off her meds, the ventilator comes off in two weeks and then -"

He sent a nervous glance at all the supportive faces around him. A hopeful grin curved onto Eddie's lips.

"She wakes up." he exhaled.

Erica dropped her napkin into her plate and flap her hands "well that settles it, I'm moving in." she said.

"You can't just move in." Lucas said.

"Says who? Someone's gotta watch, _____ and I am not leaving her in the hands of some live in nurse." Erica pointing a finger, her eyes narrowing.

"You saw that news story last year about the nurse who was taking that old man's social security check." she said.

"Well _____ isn't some ol' man. She isn't gettin' a check to take." Wayne reasoned. He cracked open his beer can and paused, "But she should be looked after by folk she knows." he added.

"Exactly." said Erica.

"I have a few photoshoots, and the opening of the Cunningham Junior Cheer Camp, but after that I can gladly come and check in for a while." Chrissy offered.

Eddie blinked slowly, looking over the faces around him.

"I'm not leaving." he said flatly.

Gareth released a quick breath of air, "Eddie," he spoke carefully. "We have to finish this tour. I want to see _____ come out of this just as much as anybody here. But-"

A light grimace inched it's way onto Eddie's face.

"Our shows are sold out, we need to give the fans something. _____ wouldn't want you to miss the biggest tour of our carreer." Gareth reasoned as gently as he could manage.

Eddie's jaw flexed as his teeth clenched.

His eyes lowered to his hands as he fiddled with his rings.

"I have to be here the moment it happens. She might wake up scared, I don't care who's here, I want to be here." Eddie whispered.

"I need it." he added.

Everyone fell silent, and the band glanced at one another.

It wasn't that they didn't understand, but it'd been months of leaving their fans in limbo, and a loss in profit after refunding many tickets and passes.

Corroded Coffin was blessed with a supportive fan base, but even they could only take so much.

"Eddie, we'll all take good care of _____. You can come visit in between shows. We can let you know if she seems to be coming to. But Gareth isn't wrong." Chrissy spoke softly, trying to disarm the defenses Eddie was being to toss up.

Eddie's gaze fixed on Wayne, who heaved a sigh.

"He's not gonna hear it, at least not today. Try talking to him about it later." Wayne said.

Eddie pushed back his chair and got up from the table, wordlessly excusing himself.

Upstairs in the bedroom, where the window overlooked the old tree. Eddie climbed into bed with you.

He settled in close, and with the back of his hands, he gently caressed your cheek.

"I'm still here, Nums." He whispered. "And I'm gonna be right here no matter how long it takes."

Sliding down, Eddie lay next to you. Curled up on his side and taking in your face.

He missed your smile, the way your eyes crinkle when you laughed, the sound of that laugh. The way it gave him little bubbles of joy in his chest.

Eddie missed the sound of your voice, saying his name, or reading over a to-do list. Muttering to yourself under your breath. Your snark, He missed it all.

"I'd settle for being yelled at." he thought.

His heart ached with both regret and excitement.

The ache from you ever having to be in this position, and the constant replay in his head of how he wasn't able to prevent it.

But you'd be waking up soon, then the nightmare would, for the most part, be over. Sure there was bound to be some physical therapy, but he could work with that, he could help with that.

"But like this..." Eddie murmured, letting his hand cradle your cheek. "I don't know what else I can do for you like this."

He drew in a deep breath, "I'm sorry." Eddie whispered.

"Gareth is probably right, I should stop holding up the tour. After all, this all started with a pissed-off fan, right?" He rambled his thoughts to you.

Even if you couldn't speak, it felt natural. It was you who'd help sort out the whirlwind in his mind, and that would never change.

"I feel like...all I do recently is fuck up. The papers, they've been filled with bullshit for years, rumors, tabloid taboos." Eddie heaved a great sigh.

Ruffling his hair, he looked up and out the window. The hulking branches of the oak tree masked the view of the neighbor's yard.

"I guess, as bad I wanted it, I'm no good at being famous. I'm still just...the freak of Hawkins. I thought maybe things would change."

He gave a sour chuckle, "But my luck is still shit."

A soft knock echoed from the doorway and Erica stepped through.

"Are you done wallowing? Jeff says you got a call from a venue in Pittsburgh wanting to know if the show is postponed or canceled." She said.

Even with sharp words, Erica's gaze betrayed her. It was as if she'd been looking at a dog left out in the cold.

Eddie laughed quietly, "Christ, now I know I'm pitiful if you're looking at me like that." he whispered.

Eddie crawled out of the bed and stood up. He gave a stretch and then stole one last glance at you.

"So...is it canceled?" Erica asked.

Eddie smirked, "No...no, It's postponed." leaning over, Eddie gently kissed your lips, and backed away.

"Keep 'er company for me? I need to talk with the guys." he said before jogging out the door.

Time passes far faster than people often expect, while it grinds slowly for some others.

The ventilator was off. A crowd of your closest friends circled your bed early awaiting the moment you would open your eyes, as the doctor took the necessary steps to rouse you.

Eddie wrung his hands nervously as he sat at the edge of your bed.

His heart rioting in his chest with hard thumping beats, nearly painful. It was hard to catch his breath.

Seeing him struggle Wayne rested a hand on his shoulder and gave a supportive squeeze.

Looking up at him Eddie flashed a wide grin, his eyes darting back to your figure in the sheets shortly after.

The room held its breath as the minutes ticked on.

10, 15, 20....

Eddie's brows knitted together tightly, "what isn't it happening?" his words fell from his mouth quietly, "What's going on?" He asked looking towards the doctor.

"It's quite normal for the waking process to carry on a little longer," He was told.

A whimpering grunt sounded deep within Eddie's throat as he tried to tame the impatience building inside. His fingers crawled across the bedsheets and took your hand.

Eddie glanced down at his watch, "Plane leaves at 10:00, we've got time." He uttered to calm himself.

After some time, The doctor took his leave, informing Eddie of the emergency contact information should anything happen. But he was sure to calm Eddie and the group of their worries and left confidently.

Eddie sighed for the hundredth time, she lightly pushed the little black box closer to you.

Picking up your hand he lifted it and kissed the back. Letting his lips linger against the warmth of your skin.

Jonathan rubbed the back of his neck, drowning in the heavy silence. He cleared his throat, "If I remember she kept you waiting in '85 too." he said with a playful chuckle.

"God she spent hours with Nancy trying to plan out that outfit. So much so she-"

Eddie cracked a smile, "was late to our first date." his voice pitched for a moment.

"I thought, she'd stood me up and was so fuckin' pissed." Eddie laughed.

"Then she showed up in that dress and...I didn't care about the time, I forgot how time worked..." Eddie murmured.

"Yeah, so it's a habit, right? ____ is just keeping you waiting. dramatic effect." Chrissy jumped in.

"Wish she wouldn't, that's fine for you but I don't play that ~ messing with my emotions." Erica chimed in.

Yet day passed to night, and as the hours ticked on Eddie felt a knot tying in his gut. His eyes darted to his watch as he bounced his foot nervously.

"Come on, please..." He thought, gaze focused on your face, pleading.

Gareth and Jeff glanced at each other anxiously. It was going to be a nightmare if you didn't wake soon.

Both of Eddie's hands gripped yours, clutching desperately.

He was down to one hour, one hour before he had to head out the door for the airport. One hour before he would potentially catch a flight to Maine and be too far away to return fast enough would you stir.

"I want it to be my eyes you open your's too for the first time." Eddie thought. His grip on your hand twitched, "please?"

"Eddie? we just ordered pizza if you'd like to come eat before you go?" Chrissy chimed peeping her head through the doorway.

Eddie didn't move, his eyes glued to your face.

Gareth quietly shook his head and got to his feet, Jeff following suite.

"I'll go and get you a slice or two." Gareth offered heading out the room.

"Thanks," Eddie murmured.

With his pizza left cold on a paper plate, Eddie pawed at his eyes with the bend of his wrist.

The final hour had come and gone, and you still slept peacefully in the bed.

The muscles in Eddie's chest felt tight at the thought of turning to walk out. Rubbing away the last of his tears he leaned down and stole a fourth kiss from you, and then a fifth.

He left his mark on your lips again and again as if leaving a trail to guide you back to the waking world.

"Nums, please." Eddie spoke softly into his last kiss, his breath brushing against your face.

Opening his eyes he hovered there, watching your eyes for even the slightest flutter.

Eddie's face twisted as he drew in a sharp breath.

"Fuck." he uttered backing away with halting steps.

Jeff knocked lightly on the door frame.

"Hey," He called gently, "We gotta go or we'll be late..."

Straightening up, Eddie looked over his shoulder with mournful eyes.

"I know, man. Look if you want we can-"

"It's too late to cancel." Eddie cut him off. Turning his back to you in that moment felt like his feet had been filled with lead.

Chrissy stepped around Jeff, and offered Eddie a hug, "We'll watch her, she'll be fine. Jonathan will be here soon too - he's shooting the new silent film in town." Chrissy said.

"and Erica...She won't be alone, and there will be enough of us to keep you posted." She went on.

Chrissy rambled as she watched Eddie's hopes crumble and nothing seemed to be able to lift it.

Eddie reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a note that'd been anxiously folded far too many times.

"Give this to her, when she wakes. I wrote it...just in case." Eddie murmured.

Chrissy accepted the paper with a nod.

Clearing his throat, Eddie rotated his shoulders and looked to Jeff, "let's go." He said.

Jeff led the way out of the door and even though Eddie's mind screamed to look back, he couldn't bring himself to.

Thinking to himself, "You'll never leave if you do"

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