I think we can all agree Lucas has by far the most riz out of the party. Like this man could pull all the bitches. And every pairing that involves Lucas is just a absolutely iconic ship.
Lumax? Hell freaking yeah, gotta be one of the top mf ships of the decade! They are so absolutely precious!
El x Lucas? Give me more right now. The rival/enemy to friend to lovers autism girlfriend and ADHD boyfriend energy these two can have. I think that self acceptance is something the two of them need.
Elumax? Yes yes yes. My absolute favorite stranger things ship and definitely one of my top otps of all time. These bitches all deserve each other. Lucas and El find a shoulder in each other during max coma, help destroy vecna and save max, while falling inlove with each other in the process. The absolute bi4bi4bi energy that radiates from these beautiful people.
Wheelclair? Absolutely, are you telling me Michel 'boy lover' Wheeler didn't have an giant ass crush on Lucas in middle school? I think Mike was Lucas's first kiss.
Byclair? Yes! Only one of the og party continued to search for Will after meeting El, and not trying to piss of the bylers here, but it wasn't Michel Wheeler. This is an absolute soft cutesy boyfriends ship, the artist and the jock who are both nerds with a heart of gold.
Bywheelclair? yes definitely absolutely. Lucas deserves two boyfriends, this is a power throuple in the making, the chemistry and cutest nerdyness levels are off the charts
Dustin x Lucas? Qpr goals
Name a more rizzed up character? I'll wait
I just love this man with my whole chest and i need people to understand, because this fandom doesn't show enough love to my boy!
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New askie XD Re8 Billy and Re8 Lucas, thinking about how Lucas is different from his siblings but also thinking Billy doesn't love him like his sisters
Askie and you shall receive. I had to look up some re8 stuff so if it’s slightllllly ooc, oops. Hints of Lucas x Dustin because helloooo it’s so cute.
Lucas sat and stared sullenly into the cell of his captive. The other boy stared back, his button nose occasionally wrinkling into a scowl.
Lucas didn’t deign to respond. He’d already bared his teeth once and seen the fear in the other boy’s eyes. He didn’t need to do it again.
He was used to being the other one. First in the village, when their family one of so few Black families that they stuck out like sore thumbs. And then when he had changed, and changed again. Even in a family of monsters it was possible to be different.
The lord still called the humans captives, although daily the little man thing, Steve, crept closer into their lives. Lucas could see the way he flattered their lord, trying to charm him into releasing himself and his son Dustin.
He wondered idly if Dustin would ever try to charm Lucas. He looked into the cell and tried to imagine it. His face going sweet and soft… no. Dustin scowled at Lucas again, tossing a rock against the door.
“You don’t have to watch me, you know,” Dustin groused. “Not like I’m going anywhere.”
“I know,” Lucas picked up his wrist rocket, handling it delicately. His hands were larger and stronger than they had been in his human life, and they tested the strength of his toy, the last vestiges of who he had been. It was good to remember, he thought. The strength of human things.
He raised it and aimed with no projectile, and still, Dustin ducked.
His sisters had forgotten their human lives, abandoned them with little care, but Lucas still felt it. Inside the thing inside of the wolf, he was still a village boy. He still wished for things that might be impossible. Maybe it was because he was older before Vecna had experimented on him and his sister. Maybe it was because he had known of the lord before Vecna brought Lucas and Erica here, that he still felt a frisson of fear when his lord came near. Lord Billy was known far and wide for his dislike of men. His sisters said Lucas was the exception, and that had once comforted him. Now the man thing Steve was here, and Lucas was beginning to feel like he was no exception at all.
Then again, before Dustin, Lucas didn’t know he could have those sort of feelings either. Those human feelings that grew from the lonely village boys heart, somewhere deep inside him. Longing and wishing sorts of things.
Lucas loaded a rock into the wrist rocket.
“Little Wolf,” His Lord’s shadow fell over the antechamber, “Don’t play with your food before you eat it.”
Lucas raised his aim and took out a single lit candle, the rock brushing just so against the wick and leaving the taper upright.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Lucas calmly loaded another rock, “Mother.”
Lord Billy smirked, sauntering in and resting his hip against the heavy wooden chest where Lucas sat.
“What is this, Little Wolf?” Lord Billy reached towards the wrist rocket but Lucas pulled it back. He had seen all too clearly what Lord Billy’s strength could do when he didn’t take care.
Lord Billy frowned, “Did you take it from our little captive?”
Dustin huffed in his cell, tugging on an errant curl. It was getting long from being kept here, not as long as Lord Billy’s, but long, light brown and looking soft as silk.
Not that Lucas had noticed. He wanted no part of the man thing and his son.
“No, it’s mine,” Lucas raised it once more. “I don’t take it out often. Erica threatened to break anything from our… p-parents.”
Lord Billy just watched, saying nothing. Though this likely meant punishment, Lucas exhaled slowly and released, blowing out another candle.
“Hey,” Dustin slammed against the bars of the door, “I only have so many of those a day, and it’s like the cask of Amontillado in here.”
“If only,” Lord Billy drawled, looking lazily in Dustin’s direction.
Lucas lowered the wrist rocket to his lap, waiting for the inevitable storm of rage to blow his way.
His sisters were so much more adept at pleasing the lord. They could dance and carry on with each other. Perhaps Lucas had been too old when he was brought to the Lord. He still did not entirely know his place here, even after all these years.
“Me too,” Lord Billy said, pulling something from his pocket. “My mother’s.”
He unsheathed a knife, so small in his massive hand. It was rough, a kitchen knife that had been crudely sharpened on both sides.
“She tried to kill my father with it,” Lord Billy smiled softly.
“Why do you keep it?” Lucas asked.
“To remember her courage,” Lord Billy turned it over in his hand and then slid his glittering blue eyes to the wrist rocket, “Why do you?”
“It is good, I think, to know how to handle human things without breaking them,” Lucas tugged on the straps, holding back his strength so it pulled smoothly, slowly. “Call it dexterity.”
His Lord looked without seeing at the cell in front of them and Lucas knew without him saying so that he was thinking of the man thing, Steve. Whatever Steve’s motives, something about that man softened Lucas’s Lord. Perhaps he reminded Lord Billy of the human thing deep inside himself. Perhaps, even after a hundred years, Lucas would still look at things, at stubborn boys and small knives, and yearn.
“Will you ever stop teaching me things, Little Wolf?” Lord Billy finally said, his face breaking into a fond smile, “You and your sisters. I am old. Let me rest.”
Lucas scoffed, “No, never.”
Lord Billy’s smile was as warm as Lucas had ever seen it, and in it he saw who Lord Billy must have been long ago. There was a boyishness there under the centuries that had never left the Lord. Lucas hoped it never would.
“What the hell are you guys talking about?” Dustin asked, his nose wrinkled into a scowl again. Lucas would like to kiss that scowl away.
“Quiet,” Billy tipped his chin up, “You are most tiresome boy child. I am already not fond of boy children, you test my patience.”
“I’m the same age as him,” Dustin threw a hand towards Lucas, “And I’m not being tiresome. Ever since I’ve got here, you all just speak in riddles and threats, riddles and threats.”
Lord Billy flicked his wrist, sending the small knife flying. It embedded itself deeply in the wood just to the left of Dustin’s outstretched arm. Dustin paled.
“If you do not like riddles, all I have left is threats,” Lord Billy roared. “Tiresome boy.”
Dustin tightened the hands he’d folded around himself protectively, “Lucas is a boy.”
“Lucas,” Lord Billy said with a frigid chill, “Is my boy. I would think you would know this by now.”
A warm feeling swept through Lucas’s chest, like moonlight falling on a peaceful forest.
Dustin just rolled his eyes, “Go on then. With the threats.”
Lucas hastened to his feet and adopted Lord Billy’s bored bearing, “Mother, can we go do literally anything else. The human bores me again.”
Lord Billy’s eyes passed over the both of them, and then he smiled, sly and sharp as a knife, “You and I, Little Wolf. Do we have the same taste in everything?”
Lucas’s lip trembled, but he stood firm, “Mother. I-“
Lord Billy smiled, exposing one gleaming fang, shaking his head, “You and I… it is good that we remember how to touch human things with dexterity. Come, let’s find your sisters.”
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after eddie introduces a demogorgon to one of his hellfire campaigns, the kids get a little squirmy. they're nervously looking at each other and aren't engaging as excitedly as they usually do. when he calls time, he watches dustin rummage through his backpack and produce a walkie talkie.
he watches, a bit dumbfounded, as the kid demands a 'check-in'. all at once, multiple different voices come over the channel. stating a name and then saying 'safe.' ("nancy, safe." "robin, safe." "max, safe.")
"steve?" dustin demands. there's only static. "steve!" a little more frantic this time.
"he left to pick you up." a female voice replies, "he's probably fine. you'll see him soon."
none of the kids look particularly pleased, and pack up hastily. eddie and the other hellfire members all share confused glances. he, more morbidly curious than anything else, follows the little sheep as they hurry out of the school.
dustin is fucking restless as they all stand in the empty parking lot. he won't stay still and none of them are answering any of eddie's questions. and he only gets more confused when a brown beemer pulls in, windows down and playing depeche mode through the speakers. dustin goes to sprint towards it, and he has to hold him by the collar to stop him getting run over.
the beemer pulls up and steve harrington, in all his glory, steps out, frowning. dustin wrenches out of eddie's grip and all but bodies the guy, wrapping arms tightly around his midsection. steve, still looking puzzled, hugs back. lucas and mike trail after dustin.
"we called a check-in." dustin says, a bit muffled from where his face is smushed into steve's shirt. steve goes sort of pale, and- and presses a goddamn kiss to the top of henderson's head before tightening the hug.
"shit, i'm sorry." and eddie believes him. he sounds so guilty. "i meant to replace the batteries before i left. sorry, i'm okay." dustin pulls back and scrubs at his eyes. lucas takes his place, though the hug he gives is more like one of those bro-hugs jocks seem to love. steve smiles regardless. he just ruffles mike's hair, who pouts in response but looks relieved nonetheless.
"asshole." he mutters. "rule four, walkies on at all times." steve nods as the kid half-heartedly waves goodbye to eddie and hops in the backseat of the beemer. lucas follows. dustin seems reluctant to walk around the car, to take his eyes off steve for even a second.
"you wanna stay over tonight?" steve asks, warm and gentle. he folds his arms and in that moment eddie thinks they look sort of like brothers. "robin and me were gonna watch some films. we can call your mom from mine."
the kid nods, looking a bit happier. steve slaps him on the back and motions him to get in the car. dustin swivels to hug and say goodbye to eddie (who sort of forgot he was physically present in this moment) before doing as he was told.
steve turns to eddie. which- whew! hi pretty eyes.
"sorry." he smiles and eddie can't for the life of him figure out what he's apologising for. "they, uh- yeah. them." he gestures vaguely at the car and eddie just chuckles.
"hey, man, no worries." he says, a little breathless that he's having a conversation with the steve harrington. "they okay? never seen henderson look so rattled." steve nods, then seems to think better of it and just shrugs. cocks his hip to the side (stop fucking staring at his hips, munson, lord!)
"they will be." he glances back at the beemer, which is now full of childish bickering. pauses to think and then asks, "you using demogorgons in your campaign right now?"
eddie blinks at him. "yes? yeah. what the fuck- how do you know what that is? what-" steve just laughs.
"long story." there's a haunted look in his eyes before he continues, "just, uh- that's probably what upset them. demogorgons and us- them, i mean-" he waves his hand. "bad memories. hard to explain, but... if you could..." he doesn't need to ask, seems like he doesn't know how or even if he's allowed.
"got it, ill tweak the campaign." harrington smiles at him, something small and genuine, and murmurs a thanks. offers him a fucking lift, which eddie declines, motioning to his van. harrington just nods, tells him to get home safe and then clambers back into the car, yells at the kids to put seatbelts on with all the exasperation of a single dad, and pulls away.
eddie watches them go, having seen a side of harrington he'd thought dustin had been lying about. steve harrington, the caring babysitter, everyone's older brother, a changed man.
he starts escorting the kids to the parking lot more often.
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