#erik heller drabble

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❛ you don’t have to be gentle. i won’t break. ❜ With Erik, please? ☺️

I Won't Break | Erik Heller x Reader

Summary: A follow up to Don't Give Me That Look

Word Count: 385 words

Warnings: A hint of spice

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“Erik, we shouldn’t do this,” you murmur as he draws you in closer, brushing his wicked lips to the delicate column of your throat.

He pulls back to watch you, his striking hazel eyes flecked with gold in the waning afternoon sun. You force yourself to look away. His beauty has always captivated you, has made you pliable – foolish.

“You want me to stop?”

His large hands still on your waist, holding you firmly in his lap, but not so tightly that you couldn’t escape if you wanted to. And you're not entirely sure that you do want to. It would be so easy to let go, to lose yourself to those lips. Why fight it?

“Sweetheart?” he presses when you don’t immediately respond. His voice is impossibly deep, laced with lust and likely a fair amount of pain. You’ve only just finished patching him up.

“You’re going to leave me again.” The words are barely a whisper, but you have to get them off your chest. You have to acknowledge the truth of the situation. You can’t let it crush you - can’t let him break you again.

“It’s not-”

You cut him off, moulding your lips to his. You don’t want to hear his excuses or his broken promises. You’re not going to be a fool for his pretty words. You’ll take what he can give you, just for tonight. It won’t be enough, it could never be enough, but at least this time, you’re prepared.

So, as Erik deepens the kiss, his hungry hands tracing the curves of your body, you bury your feelings, harden your heart and lock away your love.

“You’re so beautiful, mein Schatz,” he groans against the seam of your lips. “I have missed you, so much.”

Your fingers dig into the rigid muscle of his shoulders as you pretend not to hear, as you try to focus on nothing but his touch. Your hand slides over his chest and along the solid wall of his abdomen, finally landing on the waistband of his pants.

A low moan escapes his lips and you suddenly remember his injury. You try to pull away, but he keeps you in place with his hand splayed across your lower back.

“You don’t have to be gentle” he assures you. “I won’t break.”

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A Southward Breeze

On the first of each month, each member of the GFS will write a Drabble of 1k words or less based on a selected prompt and using a character played by Joel Kinnaman.

May 2022's Prompt Is: "The problem is,” he said as he leaned in, “if I kissed you, I don’t think I’d be able to stop.”

Fifteen years ago, Erik Heller had almost kissed you. It was a mindless thought– an impulsive urge that sprung upon him as he held your face gently in his hands. He could not recall what he had even been excited about– the only thing that lingered was the thought of the color of your eyes and how close your mouth was to his own. He remembered dashing it away and feeling tingly for the rest of that mission. And then he never saw you again. 

You and Erik used to cross paths often, almost as if you were bound to one another pulled together again and again by an invisible thread. He was not entirely oblivious to the warmth of your feelings towards him (perhaps to the depth, though). You hardly spoke a word and yet you managed to convey to this sovereign, efficient assassin that you would protect him, support him, mourn for him if it ever came to that. Yours affection for one another was a rarity in your line of work. 

And then… nothing. For fifteen years. 

It was not beyond Erik's ability to seek you out, to find you in some hidden place anywhere around the world (he was in fact quite confident in his tracking ability even when it came to you). He simply… did not. 

And it baffled even him, how he could simply dismiss the long-standing companionship that had grown between the two of you. But sometimes life takes you in vastly different directions and pulls apart the strongest of bonds. Did you think of him still? A part of him feels ashamed for having not thought of you in years. He had missed you though, sometimes more than he was willing to admit to himself.

There came a day one sunny afternoon in Paris when he stood out from the balcony of his temporary lodgings and surveyed the scenery. The bustling streets, the scent of gasoline and fresh cooked food wafting in the air. He spotted a flashing gold and looked to his left to find a figure a few apartments away, also basking in the picture perfect weather of today. He could not make out her face, but a sense of longing settle deep into his bones as the shape of the person reminded him of you. 

Before he even realizes it, Erik is trotting down the steps to his lodgings and barrelling through the streets. The crowd is so thick it's like pushing through an ocean wave, but he pressed on through the masses with French apologies on his lips and brusque focus. Finally he reaches the sidewalk of your– he doesn't know if it is really you– the stranger's apartments. He climbs the stairs taking them two by two in his haste and wondering if he had finally lost any sense he had previously. Was he simply going mad? 

He counted the doors inward and found the door that had to belong to the correct balcony. It is here that he pauses, drawing in breaths and winded from his short sprint. Not another thought passed through his head as he reached for the knocker and made it clang, the noise seemed almost explosive in the reumy quiet of the hallway. 

What would he say or do? It might not even be… and if it was actually you? What will he say or do? 

"Who is it?," came a voice that lilted like a song. He thought he would never hear that beautiful voice again. He was unable to speak his own name, so overwhelmed with the concept that perhaps you did not wish to see him. 

The door fairly flew open and there you stood– a wayside gun in your other hand and a look of pure shock on your face. "Erik?!" 

You must have checked the peephole when he didn't answer and recognized his face. It was you. A loose robe hung from your shoulder with a metallic gold pattern that gave the illusion of being inlaid with sapphires and emeralds. Your freed hair and your comfy slippers made you a picture of domesticity– a quality of life that neither of you had thought possible in your line of work. 

"Ich kann es nicht glauben…" Erik exclaimed in disbelief, "it really is you." 

Head empty of all thoughts, Erik stepped towards you. Instantly he is wrapped in your scent– kitchen herbs and spices cling to you over your favorite perfume and Erik's jacket falls to the floor swiftly. He slides his hands to cup your cheeks delicately, as if he is afraid you will disapparate before him. He enters your home towering over you and looking like a treasure hunter who found gold. 

"Mein Schatz," he gently shushed you as water filled your wide eyes. "I have missed you…so so much." 

With the weight of how he felt now, Erik suddenly balked at how he had ever gone a day without thought of you. Feeling the warmth of your skin in his hands thrust upon him a deep, guttural ache as if a hole he had always known in his heart was suddenly overflowing. He could see something similar fluttering in your own expression. One of your hands gripped his wrist so hard it hurt. 

Finally a tear escaped and tracked shimmering down your cheek. "Erik… you're here. You're alive."  

And I will never leave again, he thought, if you'll have me. 

"I thought I would never see you again," you confessed. 

Erik's drew his face closer to yours until your noses brushed together just as they had all those years ago. There were streaks of silver in your hair now and lines on your face that weren't there before. He wants to see your whole head turn white as you grow old together… 

"Are you going to kiss me, Erik?," you ask with an air of teasing hopefulness. 

"The problem is,” he said as he leaned in, “if I kissed you, I don’t think I’d be able to stop.”

He can feel the sigh you realize– it breezes over his chin and your chest shudders against his own. "I don't think I want you to ever stop." 

At this, he smiles. When his lips press against yours, the kiss is hard and long, filled with the weight of an everlasting love you never thought would come to light. And for the rest of your days, that is how every kiss from Erik felt– exactly like the first time in a long time. 

The End

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GFS Drabble Project for March 2022

On the first of each month, each member of the GFS will write a Drabble of 1k words or less based on a selected prompt and using a character played by Joel Kinnaman.

Jailbreak by @babblydrabbly

Savior by @fairchildflag

Silver Ghosts by @heresathreebee

What Matters by @11thstreetvigilante

Invincible by @lacontroller1991

I Can't Do This Again by @loverhymeswith

Liebchen by @yespolkadotkitty

The Only Way by @a-reader-and-a-writer

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Joel Kinnaman Character Masterlist

Main Masterlist

This is a collection of my all of my fics written as pairings for Joel Kinnaman’s characters. All NSFW fics are marked as SMUT!

***all unfinished series/ fics are on hiatus***

Original Character Fics

Ruby Moon Sunflower Seeds (unfinished series) | Teaser One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Face Cast

Rick Flag X OC Kaia Castle. He’s a soldier, she has superpowers, and there’s something there between them. More than he knows: until one day he’s fucking around with a new job and alien tech and discovers that she had his baby... and his girls in danger.

Reader Insert Fics

Detective Stephen Holder from The Killing (tv show 2011-2014)

Royal Flush | 3k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | you play strip poker with your buddy Stephen

Can’t Stay Mad At You | 3.3k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | your boyfriend Stephen is late because of work (again) and he tries his best to make it up to you

Just Ask | 5.3k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | your boyfriend Stephen thinks pussy eating is fake and you show him how wrong he is

Every Little Step (unfinished series) | [on old Masterlist]

Stephen Holder X Mom! POC! Reader. Stephen meets you, a fellow detective at Seattle Police Department and recovering alcoholic. He falls for you and your adorable daughter instantly.

Colonel Rick Flag from DCEU Suicide Squad (2019)/ The Suicide Squad (2020)

French Lace And Silk Stockings | 2k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | 1950′s AU where you try on some lingerie your husband Rick bought you

Safe Harbor | 6.5k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | Rick can’t seem to depressurize from the horrors of the latest mission but you can help with that

Silver Ghosts | Drabble Challenge: less than 1k word limit | Written for the March 2022 GFS Drabble Project

Tamagotchi | Drabble Challenge: less than 1k word limit | Written for the April 2022 GFS Drabble Project

Think You Can Handle That Much? | 1.4k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | My one and only fic request! You (can be read also as OC Kaia Castle) are freaking out about the wedding and your fiance Rick knows just how to calm you

Twelve of Thirty-One Kinktober 2021 Prompts | *word count is tagged at the beginning of every fic* 🔥SMUT🔥 | Prompts completed for Rick are as follows numerically: 5-10, 15-17, 20, 23, & 25. More info in Kinktober 2021 Masterlist (linked above)

Takeshi Kovacs (Ryker Sleeve) from Altered Carbon

Rose Venemum | 4.3k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | You ask Tak to help you with a mission and discover a new kink or two

Two of Thirty-One Kinktober 2021 Prompts | 1.5k + 2k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | Prompts completed with Takeshi Kovacs were “Day Fourteen: Temperature Play/ Bath Shower Sex” and “Day Nineteen: Impact Play”

Erik Heller from Hanna (tv show 2019-2021)

A Southward Breeze | Drabble mode: less than 1k word limit | Written for the May 2022 GFS Drabble Project

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Welcome! Below are any fics, headcanons, imagines, or little blurbs I've written for this blog. I've put a ♥ next to ones I'm particularly proud of :) Comments and reblogs are highly encouraged and appreciated! Thank you so much for reading.

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Joel Kinnaman Character Masterlist

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Takeshi Kovacs (Altered Carbon)

Stephen Holder (The Killing)

Erik Heller (Hanna)

Any Joel Poly!ships

SUCIDE SQUAD Rick Flag

Rick Flag Fic Masterlist

Rick Flag Drabble Masterlist

Rick Flag Bingo Card Masterlist

Harley Quinn

Fics:

Water Wings (Smut)

Sunshine, Rainbows, and Lollipops (General)

Kinks and All (Smut, polyship w/ rick flag)

Drabbles/Prompts:

“Why are you creeping…” (General)

Headcanons:

Butts vs. Boobs (Smut, Kinks and All verse)

Digger Harkness/Boomerang

Fics:

Still My Kind (Smut)

You Don't Have to Be More (Mature)

Drabbles/Prompts:

“Do you take…” (General)

Cleo Cazo/Ratcatcher II

Imagines/headcanons:

 Kindness (x)

Fics:

You Were in the Darkness Too Pt. I (General)

You Were in the Darkness Too Pt. II (General)

Robert DuBois/Bloodsport

Fics:

Talk to me (Smut)

Abner Krill/Polka Dot Man

Requests:

A Welcome Home (General)

Poly!Squad / Squad Imagines

Fics

Kinks and All (Smut, Harley Quinn x F!Reader x Rick Flag) ♥

Requests:

'You look so fucking cute...' Peacemaker x Reader x Vigilante (Gen)

Imagines/Headcanons:

Bloodsport x Reader x Peacemaker (Smut)

Tattoo Shop!AU (General, AU)

Crying Reactions - Poly!Squad x Neutral!Reader (General)

Rick Flag x Reader x Abner Krill (General, Red Lantern!Reader) headcanons

Peacemaker (HBO)

Christopher Smith/Peacemaker

Fics:

Distracted (Smut)

Welcome Home Party (General)

Good Times Ain't Hard to Find (Smut)

Vigilante/Adrian Chase

Fics:

The Crazy is Mutual (Smut)

Isn’t It Funny (General)

Request/Drabbles:

"We really need to stop meeting like this..." (General)

"Whatever you do..." (General)

I don't care what others say" (General, Mature)

"Abort mission!" (General)

"...It's you" (General)

Emilia Harcourt

Fics:

Second Chance (Gen)

Requests/Drabbles

'You weren't supposed to hear that...' (General)

Steve Rogers (MCU)

Fics:

In the Margins (General)

Eddie Brock (Venom)

Fics:

Safety First (Smut, Eddie x f!reader x Venom)

Stumbling (General, Eddie x !freader; Eddie x Venom)

Peter Parker (MCU)

Fics:

There for you (Smut)

Peter Parker (TASM)

Fics:

Can't We Be Friends? (General)

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Tumblr Writers Q & A

Tagged by the lovely @darlingshane​ 💜

1) How many complete fics/oneshots do you have but haven’t published yet?

1. Unsure if I'll upload it, unsure if it's good 😅

2) How many WIPs do you have?

Gawd... 41.. I'm not even kidding 😅

3) Do you take requests, write original fics, or both?

Both. I have some original work here, but I always love to get a request for somwthing.

4) If you have requests how many do you actually have?

I have 16 in my inbox right now for my "300 follower celebration" 😁

5) How many fandoms do you write for?

A lot.. Triple Frontier, The Mandalorian, The Great Wall, The Mentalist, The Killing, Suicide Squad, Daredevil, Moon Knight. Soon there'll be Hanna (Erik Heller) and Peacemaker (Vigilante).

On a side blog I've written for Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Warcraft... And some werewolf and minotaur stuff. Might as well let the cat out of the bag 😂

6) Are there any fandoms you used to write for?

Yeah, but nothing published. They are just laying on my laptop. I just recently started sharing my stuff.

7) Do you write for ships, reader inserts, or OC?

So far I've only done reader inserts and OC's 😊

8) Niche fandom/Characters you write for?

I feel like Stephen Holder is a little niche. Not a lot of us writing for him 😅

I have a WIP with a character I've never found any fics for, so if I published that, it would be really niche 😆

9) Do you read fics as well as write them?

Yes! As often as I can ❤

10) Favorite genre to write for?

Romance... Which is funny since I'm not really romantic 😅

11) What is your favorite trope (to read/write)?

Friends to lovers.

12) What do you do to get motivated to write?

Knowing that someone might love to read it.

13) Is there a trope/genre you like to read, but not write?

I've recently begun enjoy reading angst/whump (thanks to @a-reader-and-a-writer ), but I don't really write it. Done it twice, but don't think I'm that good at it 😅

14) Any characters/fandoms you want to write for that are never requested?

I'd love to write for Erik Heller (Hanna), Pete Koslow (The Informer), Will Miller (Triple Frontier) and Zach Wellison (Brothers and Sisters). Hell, I'd even love writing for Swaino (Small Engine Repair) and Frank Castle (Punisher). Maybe even some Matthias Schoenaerts characters. But will I be good at it? I don't know 😂

15) How long have you been writing fanfiction?

Writing? Since I was 12, so 20 years. Publishing here? Since December 2021 😅

16) Did you read fanfiction before you started writing?

No, I first discovered fanfiction when searching for something about Hawkeye... And I've been here ever since 😆

17) Do you only post on Tumblr, or any other sites?

Yes, only here.

18) what do you personally consider the wordcounts of "Drabble", "One-Shots" and "Fics"?

Drabble - 100 to 1K and One-Shots and fics - above 1k?

19) Which do you prefer to write more?

Fluff and smut. Mostly fluff 💜

20) Are there any stories you have discontinued?

Not yet.

21) What is one of your main "pet-peeves" as a writer on Tumblr?

Gonna steal my answer from @darlingshane , cause I can't say it better myself: "writers getting rude anons for no reason other than intimidating nice people into stop writing. And people demanding content then not interacting with said fics and have them flop"

Oh, and sorry... But I hate the term "poor little meow meow"... Makes my skin crawl..

22) Do you write at a particular time of day?

Whenever I have an idea or have the time.

23) Do you listen to music or ambiance/noise to write, or do you need total silence?

I have music in my ears like 80% of my waking hours. Can't stand silence.

24) Do you outline your fics at all before writing?

Yes. Almost to much. You should seriously see my notebook 😆

25) Do you post your writing as soon as you finish it, or do you schedule it to come out at a specific time/day?

Depends. Most times I publish as soon as I'm done or when a beta reader return it. But series I try to schedule a little 😅

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WRITING/MISC. MASTERLIST

New Life - Tommy Miller

No Rules - Maxwell Lord

Memories - Erik Heller

Fly Away - Pete "Maverick" Mitchell ✈

HEADCANONS

DRABBLE PROMPTS

CHARACTER PROFILES

ON HOLD/DISCONTINUED PROJECTS (DIFFERENT FANDOMS)

Black Rose - Brainstorming Post (Part 1)

Ain't No Mountain || Ed Baldwin

Black Rose - Just gonna leave this here...

Black Rose - Book 1 - Original Fiction

[loverhymeswith]

30. “I’d love to see how you will get out of this one.” w/ Erik Heller? - Babs <3

After Hours | Erik Heller x F!Reader

Warnings: Drinking, build up to smut

Word Count: 867 words

A/N: Thank you for the request @babblydrabbly 💖 This was a fun little drabble to write.

Stumbling through the doorway to his ground floor apartment with you wrapped up his arms, Erik’s large hands are everywhere; stroking, palming, squeezing your flesh. He just can’t get enough of you.

In fact, neither one of you have been able to keep your hands to yourselves since you left the bar nearly an hour ago. The taxi ride across town was interesting to say the least; Erik was sure to tip the driver well.

Swiping your tongue along the seam of his soft lips, your own fingers are already making light work of his shirt buttons as Erik tugs you over the threshold.

Your mind is swimming, and it’s not just from the over-priced cocktails you’ve been drinking all evening. The two of you have been dancing around each other for months now, the tension building up until finally, with the alcohol loosening your inhibitions, you made your move.

To say that Erik had been surprised by your bluntly worded admission of desire would be an understatement, but - as you have long since come to expect from your quiet but efficient colleague - he reacted swiftly and surely, bundling you out of the bar and hailing a cab, his lips barely leaving yours in the process.

As he attempts to navigate the darkened hallway with your mouth now trailing a distracting path along his jaw, you slip the shirt over his broad shoulders, pausing just long enough to admire the expansive amount of tanned flesh on display, before turning your attention to his belt buckle.

He’s murmuring your name under his breath in that deep, lilting accent. It sends a shiver along your skin. Those long hours of working side by side and silently pining for him are finally coming to a head. The knowledge that you are moments away from finally experiencing all of Erik Heller is as thrilling as it is unexpected.

You find yourselves in the living room, limbs intertwined and lips locked. Erik manoeuvres the two of you onto the sofa without hesitation, pulling you down into his lap.

“I’ve been dreaming about this for a very long time,” he admits into the shell of your ear, his breath hot against your sensitive skin.

“Do you think anyone noticed us slip away?” You’re referring of course to the rest of your team mates, left behind at the bar.

“I don’t care.” His voice drops even lower, barely more than a growl as he hurriedly relieves you of your blouse and bra. You find yourself inclined to agree. To hell with the gossip that will surely ensue.

Tugging his boxers past the sharp jut of his hip bone, you’re rewarded by the first tantalising glimpse of him, when the living room light flickers on.

With your already racing pulse quickening, you tear your lips away from Erik’s. To your utter horror you raise your head, only to find yourself staring eye to eye with his sixteen-year-old daughter.

Your hands fly to your chest, mortification rapidly replacing the desire that was flooding your body mere seconds ago.

Seeing the look of shock on your face, Erik glances over his shoulder and pales.

“Hanna!”

As you slide from his lap and duck below the top of the sofa to redress, Erik scrambles to readjust his boxers and fasten his pants. There’s little to be done about the incriminating evidence of his desire, or his missing shirt discarded along the way.

“What are you doing home? I wasn’t expecting you back tonight.” His voice is impressively steady given the circumstance, but you’d expect no less. You’ve seen him at work.

“My plans changed.”

Hanna’s expression is unreadable when you remerge, your modesty protected once more by your blouse. The teen studies you carefully for a moment, before addressing her father.

“What is she doing here, Erik? I thought you said you weren’t going to bring work home with you?”

This is the first time you’ve met Erik’s daughter and it’s far from the ideal introduction, but you have to stifle a laugh at her tone; she’s blunt but not unkind. Just like her father.

Erik cringes, turning to you apologetically and muttering under his breath. “I thought she was staying with a friend.”

“It’s ok, I should go,” you whisper softly, fighting the urge to run your hands over his bare skin now that you have company. “Perhaps we can pick this up another time?” You flash him a meaningful smile, leaving the final word unsaid. Soon.

“You don’t have to leave on my account,” Hanna informs you, somehow having heard your quiet comment. “But if you’re going to have sex, please don’t do it on the sofa.”

Erik’s cheeks flame and you feel your own skin heat at Hanna’s brazen comment. It’s definitely time to leave. You scoop your handbag from the floor before rising to your feet.

Forced to remain seated thanks to the still-obvious bulge in his pants, Erik shoots you another pained expression. The disappointment in his eyes no doubt mirrors your own.

You lean down and press a chaste kiss to his cheek. “I'll see you on Monday. Although I’d love to see how you’ll get out of this one.”

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"Don't give me that look" with Erik Heller, please!

Don't Give Me That Look | Erik Heller x Reader

Part Two

Warnings: Mention of injury

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Despite your gentle touch, Erik flinches, his face drawn with pain.

“I thought you said it didn’t hurt?” You quickly withdraw your hand and with it, the cotton dressing that you were pressing over the open wound above his hip.

“It doesn’t,” he grits out in a wholly unconvincing attempt to reassure you. There’s a thin sheen of sweat breaking out across his creased brow and his knuckles have turned white where they grip the arms of the wooden chair.

“You’ve always been a terrible liar, Heller.” Reaching for a fresh dressing, you give him a moment to compose himself. The bleeding seems to have stopped, but you want to make sure the wound is covered - anything to reduce the risk of infection until you can force him to seek proper medical assistance. In your experience, that part will be far more difficult than removing the bullet in the first place.

“You’ve called me much worse,” he chuckles but his voice is rough and rasping.

You temper down the fear that it may be too late - that an infection could already have set in. “I’m sure I have. Now, are you ready for me to try again?”

He nods stiffly and this time you persevere, fixing the wide bandage in place with two strips of tape. The safe house might not be much to look at from the inside or out, but at least it came with an adequately stocked first aid supply - a necessity in his line of work.

“Danke,” Erik tells you, his broad palm covering your own hand before you can pull away from his bare chest. “I appreciate you staying. You didn’t have to.”

You drag your gaze from his scar-flecked fingers. “I was hardly going to leave you to bleed out.”

His hazel eyes flick up to meet yours, lingering pain and some other conflicting emotion evident in his gaze. “I would have deserved it.”

You shake your head, trying to focus on anything but the feeling of his warm skin against your own. It’s a dangerous line that you’re treading here. Even after all this time, his touch still has the power to break you. “You’ve made your fair share of mistakes, Erik, but you don’t deserve to die.”

“I hurt you.”

You shrug off his statement, wishing you could pretend it wasn’t true. Wishing that it hadn’t broken you when he disappeared. That he hadn’t crushed your heart and left you to bleed out. “That was a long time ago.”

“But you still haven’t forgiven me.”

The heat of his gaze is too much. You look away. He’s only been back in your life for a handful of days, and already your feelings for him are complicated.

When you don’t immediately reply, Erik squeezes your hand. You glance back to find him watching you intently. A muscle in his jaw ticks and you fight the urge to run your fingers along the sharp planes of his handsome face.

“I don’t expect your forgiveness,” he continues. “That is far more than I deserve. I just want you to know I’m grateful that you are here.”

You nod, unsure of how to respond. It would be so easy to fall into this familiar trap. After a beat of silence, you settle for the truth. “I’m not going anywhere until I know you’re OK.”

The hint of a smile tugs at Erik’s mouth, his eyes lighting up with something akin to relief. The pain is still there, but so too is hope. It transforms him from handsome to downright beautiful and you feel your resolve begin to weaken.

“Don’t give me that look,” you warn him, almost breathlessly. You can’t do this again. You won’t. But when he tugs on your hand, your traitorous body allows him to draw you down onto his lap.

“If we only have this small amount of time, at least let me show you how much I missed you.”

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And another, cause.. I'm greedy 😆💜

I would love # 13: "If you keep looking at me like that, we won't make it to a bed" with Erik Heller 😍❤

His Beauty is a Weapon | Erik Heller x Reader

Summary: Erik Heller being a menace

Warnings: None

Word Count: 522 words

The bar had been your idea. Some much needed down time for the pair of you after weeks on the road. Erik hadn’t taken much persuading. If anything, the difficulty only comes now as you’re trying to get him to leave.

“Come on, Heller,” you grumble, attempting to pull him up by his arm. “Early start tomorrow, remember?”

It’s getting late. There are two rooms booked upstairs under a false name and you need to ensure you make it back to one of them before morning. Another long day lies ahead of you and the more sleep you can get tonight, the better.

“Relax.” He grins back at you, not budging from his bar stool. There’s a glimmer of mischief in his soft hazel eyes. “One more drink isn’t going to hurt us.”

“No, but Marissa will if we don’t make it to the checkpoint on time. Do you really want to risk that?”

“We’ll make it on time,” he assures you, tugging you back down onto your own seat, his large hand swamping yours. “And what Marissa doesn’t know won’t hurt her, right?”

Shoulders slumping as you feel yourself giving in, you know exactly what he’s implying. There’s a lot that your boss Marissa doesn’t know, like for instance the fact that her top two agents have been sleeping together for the last eighteen months.

“If we get caught, I’m blaming you.”

“I would expect nothing less.” His hand still covers yours and he laces your fingers beneath the table.

It often occurs to you that Erik Heller really doesn’t need a gun, or any of the extensive combat skills he’s honed over the years. His beautiful face, combined with that deep, lilting voice, is a weapon of it’s own and he’s perfected the art of using it against you.

In fact, in that very moment, like a fly caught in a spider's web, you find yourself trapped by his heated gaze.

An entire minute seems to pass by before he looks away, leaving you with that familiar flustered feeling. On the job, you’re able to shelve your attraction to Erik and the two of you make a formidable team. But when you’re alone with him in these quiet hours between missions, you become his willing victim.

After a quick glance around the bar confirms that no one is paying you the slightest attention Erik leans in, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“It occurs to me that maybe you were trying to get me back to the rooms for another reason.”

He withdraws to observe you again and you wonder if he can tell how quickly your heart is racing for him. Not that it matters, of course. He’s more than aware of the effect he has on you. He delights in it, in fact. And you’re just as skilled at eliciting a reaction from him, too.

As you slowly lean in to reply, your free hand landing on his jean-clad thigh, you don’t miss the way his throat bobs.

“Trust me, Erik, if you keep looking at me like that, we won't make it to a bed.”

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Hey bby! :) would you consider an Erik heller x reader oneshot or Drabble. where reader tags along one weekend with friends to what she assumes is a club, but it’s really a formal party with formal dancing. She doesn’t know how to dance well so she mostly stands and chats. Meanwhile she’s caught Erik’s attention right away. He eventually approached her and asks why she’s not dancing/if she’d like to with him. Maybe he’s supposed to lay low at this party but he can’t help being drawn to her :) 💗Babs

Would You Like to Dance | Erik Heller x F!Reader

Summary: Just a fluffy, Erik Heller drabble.

Warnings: Drinking

Word Count: 645 words

A/N: Thank you for this brilliant prompt, @babblydrabbly <3 I also combined it with the following Erik Heller prompts: “Are you trying to flirt with me?” “Yes. Is it working?” from @bewitchedignition and "They don't compare to you. No one does" from @yespolkadotkitty

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Sipping your drink with thinly veiled anxiety, you watch your friends as they move around the room, swept up in the arms of potential suitors. You could murder them for not telling you exactly what sort of night this was going to be. As far as you’re concerned, clubs are bad enough, but formal dancing? The tenth circle of hell is more appealing than stepping one foot onto that dancefloor.

Your eyes flick towards the exit as you calculate how long you need to stay here before you can make a polite getaway. It’s not that you aren’t in the appropriate attire. You’d already tried that excuse, but one of your more persistent friends had insisted on lending you a dress and an accompanying pair of heels. “It will be fun,” she’d told you. “You just need to let your hair down.”

You can think of a million things more fun than dancing, propping up the bar with a glass of champagne being one of them, which is how you currently find yourself, studiously avoiding the attention of everyone around you, lest they assume you’re waiting for an invitation to dance.

Resolving to allow yourself maybe just a few more drinks before making your escape, you take another sip of wine, your eyes continuing to dart between the dancefloor and the door. And that’s when you feel the weight of his gaze.

Impossibly tall, with dark blonde hair and intense hazel eyes, he watches you intently from the other end of the bar. Like all the men here tonight, he’s dressed in an elegant tuxedo, but there’s something about this man in particular that makes it impossible for you to look away. The cut of his suit emphasises a set of broad shoulders and as he takes a mouthful of his own drink, your eyes are drawn to the sharp lines of his clean-shaven jaw. Forgetting the discomfort with your surroundings, you feel your pulse begin to race with something akin to excitement as he places his drink on the bar and slowly but surely starts to approach you.

When the mysterious stranger is standing less than a metre away, his full lips uptick into a faint smile. When he speaks, you’re surprised to find he has a soft German accent. “Would you like to dance?”

“Oh,” you startle, despite the not entirely unexpected invitation. “No. Thank you. I don’t dance. You should ask one of the other girls.” You wave a hand towards your friends, but even as the words leave your mouth, you wish you could take them back - a sudden spike of jealously forming at the thought of him choosing them over you.

He shakes his head. "I don’t want to dance with anyone else. They don't compare to you. No one does.”

Taken aback by the compliment and more than slightly flustered, your mouth hangs open for a second. “Are you… are you trying to flirt with me?” You laugh nervously. It’s been so long since you’ve enjoyed the attention of an attractive man, and now here you are, making a fool of yourself in under sixty seconds of sharing his company.

“Yes. Is it working?”

You blink, surprised once more by his forwardness. “I – uh. I mean, I guess…”

“Of course, we don’t have to dance. Not if you don’t want to. But I saw you across the room and I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you.”

“No, we can dance,” you tell him somewhat breathlessly as you put down your glass. At the same time, your brain is wondering why on earth your mouth is agreeing to this horrible idea. You hate dancing.

But as the handsome stranger’s soft smile spreads into a brilliant grin and he offers you his hand, you wonder if maybe you can make an exception tonight.

“I’m Erik,” he tells you.

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[yespolkadotkitty]

Sooo.... This is just me... Casually strolling into your askbox and begging you to make a drabble, snippet or even just two sentences about Heller bringing me a beer naked..

(I'm begging you. I haven't been able to think of anything else since you said it 😅🙈)

Heheheheeheheh.

It's been a long, long ass day. Full of things too annoying and boring to go over, but these little annoyances fill your brain nonetheless, make you angry and irritated and hot, and you shove your jacket off as you shut the door behind you, storming into the kitchen to find it empty.

Oh. Erik said he'd be home. Maybe something overran.

You swallow back disappointment, go upstairs, undress, run a bath.

You sink into it, let the bubbly water lap away the stresses and prickly annoyances of the day.

Footsteps sound up the stairs. You open your eyes just as Erik - a very naked Erik - appears in the bathroom. Holding a little silver tray bearing a beer with a perfectly foamy head and a little bowl of pretzels.

"What.. are you doing?" You ask.

"Bringing you a beer. You had a hard day, hmmm?" He regards you with that half-smile, and you think, not for the first time, that he sees into your soul. "I can tell from the clothes all over the hall."

You wince.

He sits on the side of the bath, all planes and angles, lean muscles that bunch in just the right places. His hair is a little messy, falling over his face at a boyish angle. "So. Beer. Pretzels."

"Thankyou." You reach for the beer and he holds the tray steady.

"You know," you tease, as you enjoy the first cool, crisp, sip, "You can get those little aprons online. For mostly naked butlers."

He arches a brow. "Is that right."

"It would look great on you. It has this entirely open back flap.... leaves nothing to the imagination."

The expression on his face is murder. And suddenly your bad day doesn't matter anymore as you laugh and laugh, and he interrupts you with kisses and bites of pretzel.

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Liebchen

Words: 457 ~ Warnings: impending death, angst, implication of alien invasion

“I can’t leave you.” You hold on to Erik for dear life. His wounds are almost certainly too bad for you to make it to the nearest hospital, assuming it’s still standing after the latest assault from The Creatures.

You’ve field-triaged him as best you could, but you used most of your bandages on others. You don’t regret it, but Erik.. why Erik?

“You can, and you will, liebling.” His accent is thicker than usual, his voice half an octave lower, as his brown eyes gaze into yours, his stare determined, unflinching.

“But the world is ending!” You snap, and your voice breaks on the last syllable.

Erik smiles sadly, sagging a little against the half-destroyed pharmacy wall you’ve propped him against. You’d already been through the smashed glass window to look for supplies, but the chemist was looted long ago.

He lifts one gun-callused hand and cups your cheek, smoothing the pad of his thumb over your lower lip.

“The world is always ending for someone, isn’t it? Today it just happens to be me.”

Your heart hurts, feels too big for your chest. You hear someone wail and belatedly register that the sound was wrenched from your own throat.

“I wish we had more time,” you say, softly. It hurts to speak. It hurts to do anything except look at your lover. You want every second available to catalog his perfection.

“Liebchen. I don’t care if I die.” He coughs a little, and you adjust his position as he adds, “the world is collapsing, but all that matters to me is that you’re alive.”

A sob catches in your chest. “Erik.”

His gorgeous brown eyes flutter closed. His fingers move slowly through your hair. “I never thought I would feel love again,” he murmurs. His breath comes in rasps now. “You gave me that. And I will always treasure it.”

You cuddle into him desperately, and he presses a kiss to your brow. “Listen carefully, mein schatz. They are coming. Can you hear it? You must go now.”

Sure enough, the vibrations that often accompany an assault from The Creatures are shaking the ground. Tiny pebbles and bits of debris by your feet start to shake, infinitesimally at first, and then harder, some bouncing.

“I can’t. I’d rather stay with you.”

“And die?” His eyes open, gaze laser-focused on yours. “I beg you. Don’t take that from me. The hope that you will live.” His lips move against your forehead and he presses another soft kiss there.

The ground shakes intensify. You tighten your grip on Erik. “I can’t.” His heart beats sluggishly under your ear. You know you have to leave him. You have no choice.

But you wait just a few more heartbeats.

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Can I request "I saw you looking at it last time we were in the store together, so I got it for you." with Erik Heller please?

A Perfect Fit | Erik Heller x Reader

A/N: Thank you for this request, Vee! It's short but sweet. I hope you enjoy.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t see this coming. You and Erik have been dating for three years now. You have an apartment and a dog together. This was the next logical step.

“But, how did you know?” you ask, eyes watering with joy and disbelief as you stare down at the stunning item that Erik is currently holding out to you. It’s the exact same one you’ve been coveting ever since laying eyes on it in the jewellery store.

"I saw you looking at it last time we were in the store together, so I got it for you." He shrugs, as if it’s no big deal. As if it isn’t another example of how thoughtful, kind and generous he is. “But sweetheart, perhaps you could give me your answer? You’re killing me here.” He grins up at you from bended knee.

“Of course, of course.” You gasp, your hand flying to your mouth. How could you have forgotten the most important response to his question? “A thousand times yes. I will marry you, Erik.”

A look of relief washes over his handsome, scar flecked face as he slips the ring onto your finger. Just like the two of you, it’s a perfect fit.

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SERIES

✧ Break Me

DRABBLES

✧ Christmas Drabble

✧ Take My Hand

✧ A Perfect Fit

✧ Would You Like to Dance

✧ Dancing in the Dark

✧ His Beauty is a Weapon

✧ After Hours

ONESHOTS

✧ Wait So Long