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the-lark-ascending69 · 1 month

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Now I'm thinking about a His Dark Materials x Stranger Things AU and the similarities are just enough for it to make a lot of sense but both stories have so much material (pun intended) in them that I don't even know where to start, other than with the fact that the scientists and Brenner and everyone is the Magisterium, Will is taken by the Gobblers/the General Oblation Board, El is probably from Will's World (Will Parry's world, not to be confused with Will Byers - there are just too many Wills here), and she doesn't have a visible dæmon. Barb is a bit too old to be taken by the Gobblers - she probably got caught finding information she shouldn't know and they got rid of her. I feel like the Byers would be gyptians, too, living in a gyptian boat. Henry Creel was probably the one to first open a gate between world by ripping himself apart from his own dæmon, and that's part of how he kills people - severing from their dæmons, killing them, opening a gate. The parallels are just too strong!

But I wouldn't set it in Europe like the original books... I would set it in North America, in their canon location.

The Globetrotter's Map shows that the United States does not exist in this world - instead you get New Denmark, Texas, and Beringia (Alaska), bordering Hispania Nova to the south and New France to the north. That would make them New Danish, right? And maybe the only General Oblation Board facility is in Svalbard and they need to go all the way across New France and Greenland to get there, or maybe this time around there's a facility in Beringia, or simply in the New French far north. Somewhere far away, hopefully where you can see the northern lights. I like that idea, to keep it more North America inspired.

After whatever experiments they perform on Will, he can separate from his dæmon like a witch, but it also kind of feels like his dæmon can cross worlds without need for a portal, and this happens unexpectedly and without them being able to control it. El, of course, is considered an aberration since she does not have a dæmon, but the party pretty quickly figures that she does - it's just "inside of her".

Jonathan is maybe a photographer who got his hands on some special equipment to photograph dust - something he shouldn't be allowed to own. Steve is on his way to joining the Magisterium's law enforcement arm, though he quickly realizes how horrible the Magisterium really is. Jason is the one who stays there and continues to rise through the ranks. Eddie is the town heretic who just wants to enjoy his fantasy books - banned by the Magisterium for promoting subversive ideas about God, or just not having God be present, or whatever. He has a small secret fantasy reading club where he and the boys like to enjoy forbidden literature about dragons and knights and play board games based on them. The town does not like it. El can communicate directly with Dust. She's like a human alethiometer. Robin is New Denmark's most dangerous polyglot who just accidentally intercepted some weird messages on the radio in multiple different languages about missing children in Beringia. Hopper used to work for the Magisterium as a law enforcer until his daughter mysteriously disappeared and they refused to give him an answer. Max is just there to punch God in the face.

It's almost 6 am and I haven't had any sleep so idk if this makes sense... but it makes sense in my little heart

#stranger things #his dark materials #stranger things hdm AU #and don't get me started on everyone's dæmons!#i just know Nancy has a crow. Dustin a racoon. Steve a borzoi. Robin a small porcupine. Eddie a opossum. Joyce some kind of mustelid?#max maybe a wolverine or a cat. Will maybe a moth. Hopper most likely a big dog like a great dane.#idk about Lucas Mike Jonathan and a few others #though Jonathan could be like a moth or an owl. definitelly something nocturnal.#oh and Billy gives me big hyena vibes #i was tempted to give robin a robin but i feel like small porcupines fit her better #Hopper could also be like. a boar.#and i feel like both mike and lucas might have dogs but i need to think more about that #argyle has idk an iguana maybe #Henry Creel used to have a spider

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queenpiranhadon · 3 months

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♕ ⎸⎸𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 ⎸⎸ ♕

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @fuzzysoulyt!! The HCH fit me and Nyota were writing is on hiatus, but we wanted to drop the prologue for your birthday :) This was written by me, along with an old oc. Looks like Luna and Lucas aren't the only children of the Nocturne family.. Here's my masterlist! Dividers by @cafekitsune

Warning(s): Child neglect, child labor (?), mean parents, idk what else

Pairing(s): None :)

With the land on one side and the sea on the other…

Curious eyes looked around the pavilion as a sweet melody trickled out from a trio of young girls at the center of it all. Two of them carried instruments, one on the harp and the other on something that resembled a long necked banjo. But the smallest of the three captivated everyone’s attention. As the older two began to pluck at their strings, the youngest started to sing a bittersweet tune.

I may not miss my ma, but I’ll miss you, brother.

Everyone in the bustling area stool still, whether they were buying goods or selling them, playing with their friends or watching over the child that was, or even the stray dogs that trotted around for scraps would stop to listen.

But I cannot live in a land I don’t call home, a home where I don’t belong.

The little girl sang, and sang to her heart’s content, her voice smooth and alluring like a siren’s song. Slowly but surely, people started crowding the three girls, transfixed by their small harmony, nobles and peasants alike. A few even emptied their pockets to surface a few copper coins that they placed at the trio’s feet.

So, forgive me for all the pain I’ve caused, forgive me and move on.

By now there was a small pile of coins at their feet, copper, silver and gold alike, as the sun slowly but surely set beneath the horizon in the distance. But the crowd was simply unable to move, unable to leave this sad little song, but whether it was because of pity, or personal attachment, no one would ever know.

Because it’s the world out there that’s meant for me, not the life I’ve been forced to live.

By now it was pitch black, only the stars and moon were there for light as all the lanterns had gone out due to lack of maintenance, but the moonlight still shone upon the three girls, as if it wanted to hear their song too. The banjo’s notes glided along, providing the somber tone the song implied, but the harp played a happier tune, one that complimented the melody but still showed a mood that was wild and free.

And everyone’s accusing me of taking, but I’ve got nothing but my name to give.

Two figures wove their way through the crowd sitting silently in that back, but just enough so that the performers could see them. But everyone around them didn’t notice, still transfixed, as the song came to its closing verses.

My only regret is the hearts that I broke, the mistakes that I never forgave.

The harp plucked out one last melody, as did the banjo, leaving the last time acapella. The audience went eerily silent, awaiting the last line, and finally the little girl looked at the two figures in the back, with a glint in her eye.

But now what are you going to do, when I finally lay down in my grave.

She finished with a cadence from the harp, before plastering a smile on her face, beaming out to the audience.

“Thanks for meeting with us tonight! We are the Nocturne Triplets, and we hope to see you again!”

The three bowed in sync, something that seemed unnervingly practiced to the suspicious eye, but everyone was too busy applauding them and talking amongst themselves to notice. And once they finally dispersed, the two figures approached them, throwing back their hoods to reveal the same raven hair and pastel eyes that the trio shared.

“You three did good. Perhaps we can have a nice soup and a roast for supper today. Lucille, I expect nothing better from you, you were magnificent as usual.” The female said, acknowledging the tallest, who clutched her banjo tightly, flinching slightly at the name but sending the two a wry smile.

“Lunarella, your harp skills are getting sloppy, so you are not allowed to leave the house until you master Sencen’s 6th Symphony by tomorrow at sundown,” the male chastised, matching the frown the middle child in question sent him.

“And Lumira.” The woman looked at the youngest with distaste. “Keep that attitude in check.”

And with that, the two filled their pockets with the hard earned coin the sisters had earned and began to walk away, calling for Lucille to follow, not bothering about the other two.

Lumira was quick to follow, running up to her parents, irritated, stepping in front of them to block their path home.

“What about us?” she asked, throwing her hands up.

The male quirked an eyebrow. “What on earth are you talking about?”

“Our pay! We worked hard to earn that coin; don’t we deserve our own share?”

The two looked at each other before bursting out in laughter, a cruel sound really.

“Oh, Lumira,” the female said with false concern. “The only thing you’re good for is your voice.”

And with that they pushed her aside without an afterthought, leaving Lucille and Luna to comfort their sister, whose eyes bubbled with furious tears that threatened to spill out.

The three walked home, hand in hand, after their parents, but Lumira vowed that they would get that they deserved. She didn’t know how, but her parents were rats, people who do what they want to get their hands on coin. The sisters weren’t even triplets, Lunarella and Lucille were twins, and Lumira was born two years after, but they called themselves triplets for what their parents’ called “image”. And Lumira was done with lying, she was tired of it.

And that day was the day she promised herself no one would take advantage of her and her sisters again.

#high class homos lucas #high class homos luna #high class homos lunarella #lunarella nocturne #luna nocturne #luna high class homos #lunarella high class homos #high class homos #lucas high class homos #lumira nocturne

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harmonyverendez · 18 hours

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Nocturnal - You Are My World.

Harmony ran as fast as she could through the forest. Her giant paws left footprints on the forest ground, but she gave it no mind.

Behind her a golden-brown wolf chases behind her, and the enormous wolf was hot on her tail.

The wolves ran through the forest ground, and branches, and jumped over logs.

They stopped at a pond.

Harmony shifted first, she popped her bones and stretched. She waited until her soulmate was finished.

Once Lucas transformed, she turned around to look at him.

His ocean eyes took in her full appearance, and he liked what he saw.

He walked close and looked down at her, Harmony closed her eyes and felt her cheeks warming.

She opened them to see Lucas' face was close to hers. “ Can I kiss you?” he asked.

Harmony nodded.

Lucas grabbed her chin tilted her head and leaned down to capture her lips with his.

Harmony felt all types of emotions.

He grabbed her and lifted her so she could wrap her legs around his waist. This way, the kiss could be more open, deeper, and more passionate.

Lucas and Harmony's lips moved in sync as their feelings were strong and seen through the kiss.

They both pulled away and gazed into each other's eyes.

Wow, this feeling was new and they never felt this before.

Their eyes seemed to say what they wanted to say out loud.

‘ I love you ’

Harmony was the first to pull away, she got down as Lucas smiled and grabbed her hand.

“ Harmony, would you like to be my girlfriend?”.

Heart shone in Harmony's eyes as she beamed at him.

“ Yes, I would love to”.

Lucas excited, crashed lips against hers as she happily kissed back.

They felt at home.

And that's where they were.

Home.

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lucaplushie · 25 days

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getting weirdly emotional at ado cover of villain (teniwoha) right now.

#OHHHH MR CRAZY CRAZY VILLAIN #NOCTURNAL PETALS!!!!#I WEAR DIFFERENT CLOTHES AND PRETEND TO BE A BOY IN FRONT OF YOU!!!#DEAR DR. DURAND DURANDDDDD #HERE I AM!!!!#TO PEOPLE I DON'T EVEN KNOW. IM ALREADY THE VILLAIN.#luca speaks #can you tell i am normal about this song

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echoofawind · 1 year

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Hi, you should go read this lovely fic that nocturn wrote for me. It's SSHG, it's Soulmates, it's choosing your love, there's a cute puppy. What more could you ask for?

#SSHG #Snanger #snager #sevmione #sevione #Severus Snape x Hermione Granger #soulmates #but they were already falling #Luca is the best #nocturn is even better #i love her your honor #hp #harry potter fanfiction

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mirror-imaged · 5 months

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playing nocturne again (on hardtype) really truly has me concerned for those cishet alloromantic mfs who think chiaki and naoki are in love with each other for some reason. do these people have no understanding of friendship im so confused

#luca speakin #smt #sigh i love this game so bad #nocturne is so good it means alot to me as a person

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insomnium-comic · 11 months

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COVER | FIRST | NEXT

Prologue pg. i

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lolahasmoxie · 6 months

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Conversations at 3 AM (E.M.)

PAIRING: Eddie Munson x Reader

WORD: 1.3k

WARNING: nudity, language, casual intimacy, established relationship, friends to lovers, mentions of getting pregnant, mentions of sexy times, heart-to-heart talks (Eddie & reader are 25)

CONCEPT: You and Eddie aren't used to people sticking around.

DIVIDER FROM @firefly-graphics

Even though you were born at 6 a.m. on the dot, you were a night owl through and through.

During high school and college, summer meant you became a nocturnal creature, much to the annoyance of your family. There was one person it never annoyed, though.

You had met Eddie in elementary school after he moved into the trailer across from yours. From the day you met, you had been thick as thieves. For years, your friends watched as you skirted the line of will they won't they, watching the other traverse dating and relationships with an envious eye. It wasn't until a year ago, when Eddie kissed you during the middle of a movie night, that you had finally become more.

Tonight, you'd had dinner at Steve's house with the whole gang, seeing as Mike, Dustin, and Lucas were all in town for a long weekend from college. The boys had planned a one-off campaign at your shared apartment the following night, and by midnight, you and Eddie were in your home.

Side by side, you brushed your teeth, trying not to laugh as Eddie made faces at you in the mirror. Once in your Queen bed, Eddie's hands began mapping your body, and in a practiced routine that felt like breathing, you let him love you until sleep came for you both.

However, this time, sleep only came for Eddie.

You had tried everything to fall back asleep: counting sheep, listing Metallica songs followed by Black Sabbath, breathing in time with Eddie. Nothing worked. So, as carefully as you could, you crawled out of his hold, placing your pillow closer to Eddie when he started to stir. As his gangly arms wound around the object, you entered your kitchen.

You had been at the table for a while when you heard soft footsteps coming down the hallway. Turning your head, you watch as your tall metalhead boy walks into the kitchen naked as a jaybird, cock dangling freely as his hands wipe at his eyes like a little boy.

"What time issit." he mumbles as Eddie comes up behind you. He wraps his arms around you, placing a kiss on your hairline. "Why are you still up?"

"Almost 3 a.m. and I tried to go to sleep, but no dice," you say. He nods in understanding before sitting next to you at the table.

"I was having this great dream; you were wearing that black number you wore to our last show at the Hideout? Anyway, you were letting me drag you to the bathroom to do unspeakable things to you when I woke up, and instead of rubbing against my pretty girlfriend, I was humping your pillow. By the way, I'm pretty sure there's a stain, and I'm sorry in advance." You can't help but smile as you dip a carrot into the hummus.

"Didn't want to wake you up. You know how I toss and turn when I can't sleep."

"So there's no reason you're up at almost 3 a.m. eating," he paused as he reached for the container of hummus. "Jalapeno hummus? Holy fuck, you're not pregnant, are you?"

"No, you asshole," you playfully slap Eddie's arm as he tries to play off his terrified expression. "Nice to know how you feel about the topic, though."

"I'm just warning you, we could be on a babymaking schedule to get knocked up; I will still probably freak the fuck out when it does happen, so just a heads up for when we get there."

"Duly noted." you chuckle. Eddie laces his hand into yours and brings them to his lips. You can feel his eyes on you; you know Eddie will give you your space to work out whatever is going on in your brain. But he's also a persistent asshole who won't stop until he finds out why you left him alone in bed. "Does this ever feel too good, Eds?"

"What do you mean?"

"Us. I mean, we disagree on things, but we never really fight. Being together with you has always just felt scarily easy; I've never had that with other boyfriends." You sigh as you look at your joined hands. "Feels like I'm waiting for something, but I don't know for what."

"Easy, I know what it is," Eddie says as he gives your hand a squeeze. "You're waiting for the other shoe to drop." When you meet his gaze, those cow-brown eyes study you, looking at you with more love than you think you can handle.

"Elaborate, please."

"You and I have always been alike," he begins. "our dating histories are littered with people telling us we were too much. Too loud, too needy, or too whatever. But here's the good part, babe. You will never be too much for me. Ever."

"You mean it?" You're impressed that he could sum up your feelings so succinctly. He grins at you, a beautiful smile spreading from ear to ear.

"Of course I mean it. I had to watch you date assholes for ten years; you really think I'm gonna let you go now that I'm lucky enough to call you mine? Not a chance, sweetheart." You reach out a hand and cup his cheek, and you can't help but smile when Eddie leans into your touch.

"Thank you, Eddie."

"No problem; you know, I had resigned myself to loving you from afar a long time ago. Sometimes, when I wake up next to you, I feel like I gotta pinch myself to make sure it's real."

"You're such a cheeseball," you tease. "Why don't you head back to bed? I'm gonna clean up and join you in a minute." You stand from your chair, but Eddie stops you with a tug of your hand. In a flash, you're on his lap. Your hands hold onto his shoulders, although you're in no danger of falling. Edde's grip is secure as he gives you a look you are all too familiar with. You speak his name, and he raises a hand to push the hair from your face.

"You know, it was very mean to leave me in that big bed all by myself," he begins, his hand cupping your cheek. You feel your body warm as his thumb caresses your cheek. "Why don't you let me take you back to bed and help quiet that big brain of yours. Sound good, sweetheart?"

You lean in to kiss your man, his arms wrapping tight around you as he fists your shirt in his hands. When his tongue runs along the seam of your lips, you happily grant him access, tangling your hands in his hair while you slowly start to grind against him. When you feel him hard and warm underneath you, you think you may never want to sleep again.

You both enjoy the kiss, neither of you rushing things. You pull back when you need air, and while Eddie's face is happy, there's something else. You raise an eyebrow as he licks his lips.

"You taste like salsa." You can't help but laugh as you lean forward and bury your nose in his neck. He pulls you closer, hands caressing your back like you're the most precious being in his universe. You can feel his chuckle as your chests press together.

You stay still for a moment to enjoy being surrounded by him. One of the things you loved about being nocturnal was how quiet the world was at almost 3 a.m. You hum contentedly when you feel Eddie's lips against your hair. You close your eyes, wanting to commit this moment, this feeling to memory.

"Alright," Eddie taps you on the ass and breaks the silence. "Let me take you back to bed, alright?" You climb out of his lap and softly kiss the corner of his mouth.

"I'll go brush my teeth. Why don't you go make sure the bed is warm." Eddie hops up, cock bobbing comically as he begins to do a naked run back to your room.

"I'll keep the home fires burning! If I fall asleep, wake me up with head!"

BONUS: THE NEXT DAY

Dustin: I'm just gonna have a seat here, and we can get started.

Eddie: fair warning, my naked ass has been on that chair.

Dustin: 😳

Dustin: like, recently naked?

Eddie: last night.

Dustin: you're a fucking animal.

Eddie: 😁

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic

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huariqueje · 2 years

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Urban Nocturne III - Luca di Castri, 2012.

Italian,b.1972-

oil on canvas, 40 x 50 cm.

#Luca di Castri #italian artist #nocturne #urban night

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apomaro-mellow · 1 year

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From this post about Eddie controlling the demobats

When Eddie returned, so did the bats. In a great blast of cracking concrete and flapping wings, they emerged like a storm right in the middle of main street. The people of Hawkins, who were still getting over the earthquake, had run inside every nearest building, waiting for the revenge of the man they had hunted down.

Eddie had simply taken one long look at their cowering faces through the windows, and then walked off. The horde of bats followed closely behind him. They were still just as menacing in the daylight but they never strayed to pick off a helpless human.

So Eddie was back. Good news!

The bats were also top side. Bad news?

Eddie had control over them. Definitely good news.

It was an odd arrangement. It was made less odd by the fact that Eddie didn’t bring them absolutely everywhere. They mostly stayed in a dark cave unless called upon.

At least at first.

It started with small things. These were wild, territorial things and they never backed down or deferred to anyone who wasn’t Eddie. Except for Steve. Eddie had been sitting on a park bench, tossing some food to the geese who dared to get near. The demobats were perched next to him and around his feet, at least a dozen. They were immovable. But as Steve walked up and drew near, they parted and cleared a space for him.

He had staunchly refused to be around the bats at first. He never wanted to give them a taste again. It appeared his worries were for nothing. Because they hadn’t touched him once.

“Do you think they think I’m gross?”, Steve asked as he tossed to the birds. “I mean, they chomped us both up but they obviously like you better.”

“Why? Is the king jealous?”, Eddie teased, flashing his fangs in a grin.

“I’m just saying you’d think they’d have better taste. No offense, but I’m basically prime rib and you’re just some beef jerky.”

Eddie scoffed in offense despite Steve saying no offence. “Robin is right, you’re a total meat head sometimes. Tell me Steve, when you’re on an hours long road trip and need somethin’ to keep you going, do you just fork a whole steak while driving? Or do you stop at a 7-Eleven for a Slim Jim?”

“You’re just proving my point at how slender you are compared to me.”

While he and Steve traded barbs it would’ve been clear to anyone who made the connection between Eddie and the bats that he wasn’t offended at all. But no one had made the connection yet.

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It was one of those days where a bunch of things had simply lined up and everyone was in the same place. Hopper was fixing his car with the help of Jonathan, Mike, and Max. Joyce was merrily cleaning the house and even rearranging the furniture with the assistance of El, Steve, and Eddie. Robin, Dustin, and Erica were posing for a painting outside for Will. Argyle and Lucas were sitting on the porch, talking about California.

As usual, Eddie’s command for the bats was to stay in the cave. Even if the others knew they wouldn’t be attacked, they still didn’t feel totally comfortable with them around. But throughout the day, a few at a time had appeared, making the roof their perch.

“Should we be worried about those?”, Argyle asked, pointing towards the sky.

Hopper looked up from the hood and let out an exasperated sigh. “If they cause trouble we can handle ‘em. Mike, oil.”

Eddie looked out the window and cursed under his breath, making El pause as she moved the couch.

“It’s fine. Nothing. I guess I’d get stir crazy in a cave all day too. Aren’t bats supposed to be nocturnal?”

“They’re not exactly normal bats”, Steve grunted as he pushed the fridge into its new position.

Eddie bit his lip as he watched the way his arm flexed a little and right then a demobat face planted into the kitchen window.

Joyce whipped her head. “What was that?”

“Nothing!”, Eddie rushed to cover his tracks. “There’s always one that’s a little uh, new to their wings, you know?”

Their need to follow Eddie was beginning to be a problem. Because they only seemed to disobey when he was with Steve. When Eddie was by himself, they stayed put. But the moment Harrington was in the picture, these little monster shits had to be there. And if anyone ever realized that, his cover would be blown.

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Eddie thought he’d been keeping a good handle on things all considered. That is until one bat decided to have a personal vendetta against him. Eddie had been calm, cool, and collected while he and Steve hung out by the quarry. A couple of bats had joined them as usual. But Eddie kept a straight face about it.

And then their bull session turned to serious talk. About what the future held for them after this. About how they’d never be able to leave this town. About how it felt like no one would need them.

Eddie was quick to shoot down that part for Steve. This man was like the air he breathed and if there was ever a day that Steve wasn’t in the world, that would be it for him. That’s not what he said though.

“People need you more than you think. Just cause we don’t say it, doesn’t mean we’re not thinking it.”

“Dude, we’re about a six pack in, too many negatives.”

“I’m saying we all want you here. Even if we don’t need you to hold our hand, isn’t that enough?”

Steve’s eyes softened. “They need you too. I can’t even describe how they all-how we were while you were gone. We need you just as much Eddie.”

And then one of the bats, those traitorous bats, sidled right up to Steve and nuzzled its ugly little head into Steve’s side like a pitiful dog and Eddie could’ve cried. At least he did internally.

‘Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo what are you doiiiiiiiiiiing????’

Steve was visibily nervous at first because that was the same area he’d been eaten but the bat didn’t put its mouth anywhere near and simply rubbed its cheek to his torso.

“Hey, hehe”, he laughed a little when it was clear he wasn’t being attacked. “I think they like me now.”

“You don’t say”, Eddie breathed out in a strained, punched out voice.

That incident was enough for Eddie to have a heart to heart with his group of followers. He paced around the mouth of the cave while the bats sat on the ground at attention.

“Okay, here’s the deal guys. You can’t keep stalking Steve like this. I get it, trust me. But if people start to catch on to what I’m feeling because you guys keep. Making. It. Obvious. Then we’ve got an angry mob on our hands again.”

Eddie felt like he was talking to a pack of puppies because that’s exactly how they looked right now and didn’t these things kill him before? He couldn’t believe he’d ever been afraid of them.

The talk did nothing though. They still left the cave in the middle of the day to find him and Steve together and were getting more and more affectionate as the days went by.

And somehow Steve just got more comfortable with it. Nancy had them in her garage, teaching the two of them how to clean a gun and a demobat was honest to god (was there a god up there? If there was, he was getting his giggles in) snuggling up in Steve’s hair. In his hair! The crown that Eddie dared not touch. He had never been more jealous or mortified.

“Those things really like you Steve”, Nancy mentioned.

Eddie was mentally begging her to not be a sleuth for once.

“I think they’re just realizing which of us would’ve been the better boss based on flavor.”

“On the flavor?”, Eddie and Nancy deadpanned in unison, also giving him twin looks of judgement.

“Nancy how you’d ever date this guy? It’s like he’s got beef for brains.”

Nancy shrugged. “I guess I’m just a little carnivorous. I think we’ve got that in common”, she said, giving Eddie a meaningful look.

Outwardly, his throat bobbed. Inwardly, he was screaming from the edge of a cliff. Still his feelings for Steve trumped any panic that Nancy Wheeler might know his feelings because the demobat just burrowed deeper in his hair.

Eddie cleared his throat. “Yeah”, he admitted. “I’m pretty carnivorous. Maybe a little too much. That bother you?”

Nancy shook her head quickly. “To tell you the truth...I might be....”, she hesitated on the words. “Going vegetarian.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up while Steve was on another page entirely.

“Vegetarian? Nancy you’ll never survive in this town, everyone cooks with bacon grease or lard.”

“Well it’s more like, I’m omnivorous but I might be trying to add more vegetables to my diet”, she amended. “Does that bother you Eddie?”

“I’m in no position to argue Big Wheel. I’ve been circling your steak like a vulture.”

“I haven’t looked at that steak in ages. You can have it. Not that you need my permission.”

“I get the feeling you guys aren’t talking about food anymore”, Steve said.

And Eddie just couldn’t resist that confused face Steve made. But the moment wasn’t right to reveal his and Nancy’s ahem, dietary preferences. So he just patted him on the shoulder.

“We just agree with the bats man. You’re pretty tasty. Even if not all of us are getting bites in anymore.”

“Oh that reminds me”, Steve said. “We weren't able to get you a blood bag. I kinda dropped the ball. So tonight you can just drink of me.”

At least five bats descended and inched their way towards Steve like desperately hungry animals and Eddie had to stop them in their place.

“Looks like steak’s on the menu tonight”, Nancy commented.

Part 2

#apo writes #fanfiction #stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #kas!eddie

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kelsey-skybox · 3 months

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My headcanons about the Dragos from Mother 3

(This is a repost from my old Tumblr account.)

Drago eggs are green with yellow horizontal stripes.

Dragos love chin rubs, belly rubs, and being tickled.

When a Drago is happy, their ears will twitch in a cute way.

Dragos age very slowly, and have great memory retention.

The Dragos are buddies with the Save Frogs.

Dragos eat grass, like cows. They have nine stomachs.

Dragos are VERY loud snorers. It's a common sight to see them sleeping with their mouths willingly held closed, so they don't annoy the other wildlife. Don't worry, they can breathe through their nostrils 100% fine.

Mama and papa Dragos often carry all their babies around on their backs… in a vertical stack. Thankfully, Dragos have sticky feet, so they can hang on just fine. And the Drago babies frequently get into arguments about whose turn it is to be on top of the stack.

Dragos are warm-blooded rather than cold-blooded, but love sunning themselves anyway, and often fall asleep while doing so.

Despite being mostly nocturnal, Dragos ignore their sleep cycle when humans visit them in the daytime, because Dragos think humans (especially human kids) are super adorable.

The headcanons below contain SPOILERS!

The Dragos are descended from herbivorous dinosaurs, since the Dark Dragon's power protected the Nowhere Islands from whatever event(s) killed all the other dinosaurs.

Lucas helped the surviving Dragos hide from the Pigmasks during the three-year timeskip. After the Earth is finally restored, he visits them frequently.

Hinawa stays good friends with the former Mecha-Drago in the afterlife, and reassures him that she doesn't blame him for killing her while brainwashed.

Ionia and Aeolia are buddies with the Dragos, since they both live relatively close to Drago Plateau. Alec's love for Dragos is one of the main reasons he became friends with the Magi.

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