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Steve shows up to play DnD.
Eddie decides Steve can stay. IF 'King Steve' recognizes the real lord and master of Hellfire.
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14 Jan 2023
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“Hey,” Steve says, one hand pressing against Eddie’s belly, the scant trail of dark hair there. “Do you—do you still want to—?” There’s shyness in the pauses, but Steve’s eyes are all eager, lips cherry-red and parted, waiting on Eddie’s answer.
Eddie’s voice sticks in his throat, air turned solid inside his lungs. Eddie nods, or he tries to, feels like his head is full of cotton candy. Sweet and quick to melt under Steve’s attention.
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- Part 4 of not all those who wander
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01 Jan 2023
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If Steve’s being completely honest with himself, it was probably only ever a matter of time before he lost his mind.
He’s certainly taken enough hits to the head to justify it happening.
Still, Steve didn’t imagine going crazy would go quite like this, standing on the heat-parched yellow grass outside Max’s trailer, looking at a ghost.
[Or: The, alleged, haunting of Steve Harrington.]
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- Part 1 of not all those who wander
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01 Jan 2023
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"Let's go with Banach-Tarski as your safeword," McKay says almost absently, lips tracing lazily along John's hairline, and John blinks.
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"Any plans for shore leave?" Rodney asks, and this time Sheppard doesn't even look at him.
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23 Sep 2022
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A sole trumpeter plays the symphony's opening notes, and suddenly the tension is unbearable, in the orchestra, in the room, all of them holding their breath together and waiting for the first resounding, shuddering crash of instrumentation. And then it comes, wave after wave washing over him, through him, and it's all he can do to hold on against the tide of liveness, of life, pure, precise, mathematical energy, and not be swept away by the force of his own emotions.