Hahah I should be focusing on my current wips right? But instead let us instead flesh more of this idea out.
Democreatures Steddie.
Like my Werewolf Steve HC, Steve has been nicked by a Demogorgon when saving Jon and Nancy back in S1; He was then bitten by Demodogs in the junkyard in S2; and now the bats in S4 but he has also consumed bat blood in turn. So, his transformation is slightly different to what Eddie will become. Steve develops the flower petal mouth of the Demodogs, the clawed feet AND hands of the Demogorgon, a singular prehensile tail (think a hybrid of the Demodogs and Demobats) and a set of bat wings akin to the Demobats. I imagine his legs would also transform when he shifts between his more human appearance to mimic that of the Demogorgan. Steve's eyes would also turn white like cataracts.
In comparison Eddie develops the more vampir-esque jaw FULL of sharp teeth (not just the canines), the clawed hands, four fully prehensile tails and of a set of bat wings. Eddie's eyes black out completely.
They form their own hivemind between them which runs parallel to the UD hivemind. This means they can communicate with the UD creatures to a certain extent the bats are the easiest, then the demodogs etc.
Eventually they are able to shift between a more human appearance and their Demo-form. Steve still has silvery scars denoting where his face would split, while Eddie's teeth would remain sharper than expected of a regular human but not quite enough to draw attention. They both retain the black stained fingers (and feet in Steve's case) in their human forms. Steve's vision would also be affected in his human form, requiring a significant glasses prescription to deal with.
But of course, we also need to consider how do they discover this?
Consider this: Steve, Robin and Nancy finding Dustin with a non-responsive Eddie. I personally don't believe that Steve wouldn't know enough first aid to immediately snap into action (You are going to tell me that boy DIDN'T brush up on first aid after he ended up adopted by a gaggle of children with a perchance for trouble? He didn't have to work as a lifeguard to refresh his first aid knowledge. Dumbass Duffers!). Anyway, he would grill Dustin for information before immediately starting CPR regardless of the earth quaking. EVENTUALLY he successfully restarts Eddie's heart, having also been instructing Robin (and eventually Dustin) in how to put pressure on Eddie's numerous critical wounds and strapping them to buy them time to get him to a hospital.
Having wasted more time than they likely had, with Eddie as stable as they can manage the group head for the gate. However, to get Eddie through safely Steve has to go through last with his unconscious deadweight to hand him over to the girls.
The gate has been slowly closing this whole time, so what happens when before Steve can get Eddie or himself through it rapidly seals?!?
Now Steve is trapped in the Upside Down with a critically injured comrade. What would he do - after beating the shit out of the sealed gate in a panic - he sets about figuring out how to get Eddie to the Upside-Down version of the Hospital. Afterall the Upside Down is simply Hawkin's but like contaminated and evil right?
Thus begins Steve's journey to protect his injured friend and get them somewhere he can hopefully keep them safe.
...
At this point no one should be surprised I still have more fic ideas about these two idiots.
Yes, I have indeed copied all these ideas into my fic ideas document to review later when I have hopefully gotten a little further ahead in my chapter count for How to be Loved, and Red Strings. I am trying not to overload myself with half-finished wips... but I have a feeling this one is going to be begging to be written the more I think about it... depends on its reception amongst all of you I suppose too. The more interaction the more motivated to write I become even if I do write for my own satisfaction (external accountability does indeed help the ADHD side of my brain focus and commit even if I am already writing)
This is also one of those times where I am incredibly gutted that I do not have the talent or skill to draw these boys. Guess I will have to stick to writing about them and hope it inspires someone with the skillset to do so. (*/ω＼*)
Edit: Another thought comes to mind with Steve being trapped in the UD. We know for a canonical fact Wayne was looking for Eddie and never would have stopped if Dustin didn't hand over Eddie's pick necklace, and of course Robin-Dustin-Nancy plus the rest of the UD crew know what happened to them both even if they are unsure if they are alive or dead at first until El returns and confirms they are alive.
But how devastating would it be for Steve to successfully escape the UD with Eddie in mostly one piece if not completely changed forever to find out his parents didn't even notice he was missing. I am imagining they are trapped there for several weeks if not months minimum surviving solely because of their mutations. So for Steve to find out the only people who cared to know he was missing is the UD crew (+ Claudia because that woman adopts Steve in everyone of my fics lets be real), imagine the way he would S H A T T E R at that. He already knew he wasn't a priority to them, but to find out they didn't even notice he was missing? Let alone that they potentially simply sold the house out from under him? (Dustin and Robin would have swooped in to save his sentimental shit in that instance cause I am not a complete monster). Even worse is if his mother isn't actually that BAD and they have a reasonable relationship if distant in recent years but her marriage is her highest priority and so she never defies her husband and so, even if privately she worries, no missing persons notice is lodged (by them at least).(*ゝ｀ω・)
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There was a good reason you didn’t fly missions without someone to have your back. And when a string of bullets ripped across the cowling and Greg’s Corsair started sputtering out black smoke, he was painfully reminded exactly why that was the case.
“I’m hit, I’m done.” He called over the radio, preparing to bail out. “Watch out for yourselves, guys.” He hoped they’d make it home okay. And that Jim wouldn’t completely fall apart when he inevitably had to take charge.
Hiiiii! I know it’s been waaay too long, I’m sorry, At least this chapter is almost 5k words? Thanks for reading.
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Edit: I forgot to re-copy the text after I proof-read it and made some changes so here I am re-pasting the text. Not gonna bother going through to add the italics again.
Ch. 3
Rylen held his breath for only a moment before letting out a shaky sigh of relief as the soldiers cheered around him. The breach may not have been sealed, but it appeared much more stable after whatever the mage below had done to it. Men and women around him cheered and embraced one another, some dropped to their knees and thanked the maker for the reprieve from the demons that had been raining down from the skies.
“Andraste sent her, she must have.”
“A mage?”
“Who else could wield the power to stop the breach from expanding? The Maker’s Bride must have sent her!”
Rylen sheathed his sword as the murmurs filled the air around him and looked down from his ledge towards the mysterious women below. The mage had collapsed after exerting whatever ability allowed her to stabilize the rift. Her long, brown hair had come undone from its braid and much of it hung around her face, obscuring her features from Rylen’s view.
The woman who held her was even more unusual however. Rylen had watched as she lunged forward to catch the mage as she fainted and slowly fell to her knees, as if she couldn’t hold the other woman up alone. Her face was turned up towards the rift, it’s sickly green light tinting her pale skin from proximity. Even from a distance Rylen could see the smudged remnants of the kohl the woman had worn before all this, could see the tears that left tracks down her cheeks as she looked up at the rift.
He noticed with curiosity that she did not appear to be wearing armor, and in fact her garments were like none he had seen in Thedas. One of her sleeves had been shredded and blood stained, her tight-fitting trousers were not of a material that he could identify from this distance, and she wore odd specticals rimmed in pink.
Rylen watched as Cassandra and another soldier moved to help life the mage and carry her away towards Haven and shook himself. There was still work to be done, bodies to collect and names to document, patrols to set, fortifications to renew. He sheathed his sword and went to work, eager to find his cot and some reprieve from days of fighting.
He felt like his head had only just hit the pillow when the voices of some of his men broke through the relative silence of his tent.
“Oiy, Captain! Come and have a pint with us!”
Rylen groaned and pushed his head further into his pillow. From the sounds of it, the men were already a few pints in as they called to him. He folded his pillow over his head, trying to block out the sound but it seemed his men weren't leaving without him and he soon threw the covers off with a growl before stalking to the entrance of the tent and throwing the flap open to shoot a withering glare at the jovial men.
“Maker's Balls, haven't you ever heard of letting a man rest?” He demanded.
“Captain!” One of Cullen's personal runners - Jim, wasn't it - rocked back on his heels and clapped the back of the man nearest him. “Told you he'd come out! The world's either ending or being saved by the Herald. Either reason is worth a drink!”
Rylen crossed his arms and stared at the small group before him. They had a point and he was already awake now…
“Aye, all right, just let me throw my boots on. And you're all buying my drinks.”
He threw on his boots and a cloak to protect from the cold before joining the men and making their way towards the tavern Flissa had been running. The building was packed with more soldiers celebrating the day's victory. Varric sat on the bar top recounting the story of their battle to a group of eager young troops. A Bard stood off to one side, quietly singing a new song she had composed after the recent events of the conclave. The air was warm and the room felt comforting after days of fighting. Rylen felt some of the tension leave his shoulders as he downed his first mug of ale and leaned his back against the bar to observe the people around him.
His gaze soon fell on the stranger at the back of the room. She had tucked herself into a corner near the fire, sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest as she stared ahead at nothing. The odd, green garment she had been wearing before was now opened and draped over her shoulders, revealing a red plaid shirt beneath it.
“They say she fell out of the breach, along with the Herald,” one of the men said as he noticed Rylen staring. “James says she's got pink hair. He thinks she's a demon.”
“Maker's Breath, man, d’you really think Cassandra would've taken her as far as the gates without realizing if she was a demon!”
“Maybe not,” the man shrugged and placed more coins on the bar top, signaling Flissa for two more drinks. “But whatever she is, Captain she's definitely not normal.”
Rylen eyed the stranger from across the room again. She had managed to remove most of the smudged kohl that had marked her face when he saw her at the temple, but she seemed haunted as she hugged her knees and stared into the flames.
“Whatever she is,” Rylen echoed as Flissa placed two more mugs on the counter and he quickly plucked both of them. “She looks like she's in need of this more than you, mate,” and he set off towards her corner, ignoring the protests of the man behind him.
“You look like you could use this. Ah, sorry,” she hadn’t looked up at this approach and jerked in surprise as he spoke, green eyes flying wide in her surprise.
“No, it’s not you. I’ve always been jumpy as fuck, even before I got here,” she said. She settles back into her seat as she spoke but Rylen noticed almost none of the tension bled from her shoulders.
Rylen used a foot to pull out the chair across from her and offered one of the pints out to her. She glanced at it wearily and Rylen shrugged before setting it on the table between them and taking a pull from his own mug.
“Before you got here? And where were you before Haven?”
She rolled her eyes and leaned back in her seat but her lips quirked upwards as she answered. “Not Haven. Look, I thought I was done with the interrogation portion of today.”
Rylen chucked and held up his hands in surrender. “All right, lass. I’ll lay off. Can I at least get a name from you?”
“Any name?” she answered with another smirk and Rylen laughed.
“Yours would be preferable, unless you’d rather be called ‘lass’ all night,” he winked and she looked away, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. “My name is Rylen McCallum.”
“I know who you are, Captain. I’m Farrada Martin - call me Farra.”
“Well then, Farra, how is it that you already know who I am?” he took another drink of his ale and nodded toward her tankard. “If you’re not going to drink that, I really ought to return it to the soldier that paid for it.”
She stuck her tongue out at him before she answered. Spirited lass, this one.
“One, interrogating again. Two, I just pay attention, sir. There can’t be too many Captains walking around with tattoos on their face,” she drew two fingers down his chin for emphasis as she spoke. “And three, I don’t drink on an empty stomach.”
Rylen raised a brow at that. “Y’know, Farra, that last one is easily solved in the tavern.”
She frowned, avoiding his gaze again as her cheeks flushed slightly in embarrassment. “Not um… Not without the proper currency. I told you, I’m not from here.”
“Where then? Orlais perhaps?”
She laughed at that. “Oh, fuck no! Do I look or sound Orlesian? And know that if you don’t say no I’ll be insulted.”
“No, you’re right there, lass. So then I take it you came to the tavern in search of some poor fool who would be so enchanted by your beauty, he would empty his coin purse to fill your belly?”
She shot a glare at him before scrunching her eyes shut and sticking out her tongue at his teasing.
“You should really put that away if you don’t intend to use it, lass,” he warned with another wink and this time she blushed in earnest.
“If I really wanted someone to take pity on my poor, unfed self, don’t you think I would be at the bar instead of hiding at the back of the room? I just needed to get away from Solas and Adan’s bickering.”
Rylen frowned at that. “Has the mage not woken still?”
“Selina. And no, she won’t for a couple days,” Farrada muttered as she shook her head. “Anyway, you mentioned food? I believe I recall someone mentioning food.”
Rylen chucked and downed the rest of his ale before standing. “Aye, I suppose I could be moved to find you some supper. Stay here?” his voice rose in tone as he spoke, half worried if he let her out of his sight she would disappear.
Farra’s whole face seemed to light as she smiled up at him, but he was struck most by her eyes, vibrantly green like moss after rain.
“I promise.”
He moved through the semi-crowded tavern back to the bar. One of the men who had convinced him to leave his tent rushed up before he could catch Flissa’s attention and spoke quickly under his breath.
“Captain, what is she? What did she say? Does she really have pink hair? Did she try to offer you anything? Sir, you should really Silence her-”
“Jim!” Rylen cut the man off, unsure if he wanted to laugh or berate the man. “She’s just some poor soul misplaced by this Maker-damned war just like any other refugee. There’s no need to break out the pitchforks and call in the Templars.”
Jim looked skeptical but turned back to his fellow soldiers, leaving Rylen in peace to order two servings of the stew the tavern was serving for supper. He hadn’t realized how starved he was until ordering their food. After all, in all the chaos following the Conclave and the days of fighting the demons that poured from the Breach, when was the last time he had stopped to eat?
Flissa soon brought out two steaming servings of lamb stew with two generous portions of bread. With a few extra coins and a “thanks, love” for her troubles, Rylen turned to find his way back to Farra.
She had completely shed her coat and partially unbuttoned the red plaid shirt she wore, revealing a low-cut black shirt underneath and a generous amount of the pale curves beneath. She still wore her black knitted cap but even in the low light of the tavern he could see the color in her cheeks from her warmth.
“Y’know, lass, you’d be a lot more comfortable if you took off your cap,” Rylen said as he set their food on the table and resumed his seat across from her.
“Less warm, maybe, but definitely not more comfortable. And I thought the whole point of you convincing me to tell your my name was so that you wouldn’t have to call me ‘lass’ all night,” she said with a smirk.
“I could stop if you like,” Rylen offered.
“I never said that…”
They fell into a comfortable silence as they both started on their suppers, Farrada occasionally humming happily as she ate. Rylen fought to ignore the exhaustion creeping into his mind as the warm stew filled his empty stomach. Farrada’s face suddenly lit in another grin as she caught sight of something over his shoulder.
“Varric!”
‘Well, if it isn’t our own little Seer,” Varric’s deep voice booked over the lull of the tavern noise. “And Rylen! I’m surprised you’re still upright after the days you’ve had.”
“Oh, I never have a problem staying upright,” Rylen said with another wink towards Farrada, who giggled in response. He found himself smiling at the almost musical quality of her laughter.
“What brings you two together this evening?” Varric asked as he slung himself into a seat next to Farrada.
“My men claimed there was a demon in our midst, I had to investigate for myself of course,” Rylen said, but Farra’s face paled and fear was in her eyes. He frowned and quickly apologized but Varric paid him no attention.
“Speaking of, kid, I need you to settle a bet for me,” he said, leaning towards Farrada with one eyebrow raised. She turned to give him her full attention and he continued. “You don’t actually have pink hair, do you?”
Farrada matched his wry smirk and reached for the tankard Rylen had set out for her, taking a gulp before answering. “Tell you what. I’ll settle your bet if you tell me about the Champion.”
“Y’know, there’s conveniently a book all about her exploits so you don’t have to bother the dwarf for answers.”
“Yes, but then I would be deprived of your wonderfully unique voice, master dwarf,” she said with a grin.
Varric cast a glance to Rylen and shot back with a smirk, “I’m sure if you asked nicely you could get someone with a lovely brogue to tell you the story.”
“Oh, I suppose,” Rylen sighed theatrically. “But I am not doing the voices.”
Farrada turned pink and shot flashed a glare towards both men. “Shut up, I didn’t… Just, shut up. Varric, c’mon. You know hearing about Hawke from you is vastly superior to reading about her.”
Varric smiled and leaned back in his seat. “Fine, but about that bet…”
Farrada nodded and took a larger pull of her ale, grimacing as she did. “Ugh. I think I would’ve preferred mead. And fine, it’s not like I can keep it hidden forever.”
She pulled her knitted cap from her head before quickly running her fingers through her short hair in an attempt to re-fluff her flattened locks. It was indeed bright pink, but as odd as the unnatural color was it was undeniably suited to her. It nearly matched the blush in her cheeks, and somehow the vivid pink surrounding her face emphasized her pale green eyes even more.
‘Well, I’ll be a nug’s uncle,” Varric said, chuckling and shaking his head in disbelief.
“Sorry, Varric,” Farrada said with a shrug. “With all the weird shit you saw today, you really should’ve known better than to bet against more weirdness. At least where it involves me.”
“You’re right. This still doesn’t top your whole ‘seeing the future’ shit though.”
“Ah, what’s this?” Rylen asked but Farrada shushed him, waving a hand in his direction as she glared at Varric.
“Nothing, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Now - bet settled, I believe that makes it story time!”
“I suppose I’ll take my leave then,” Rylen said as he started to rise from his seat.
“Cap - Rylen… Stay, please?” Farrada’s brows furrowed as she looked up at him. Varric raised an eyebrow and glanced between the two as Rylen shrugged and sat back down.
“As you wish.”
“Well then, if we’re all settled in?” Varric asked. Farrada nodded eagerly and wiggled as she sank back further into her chair.
“Marian Hawke was one of the wittiest, most sarcastic Apostates I had ever met. Even from the first time I laid eyes on her, she seemed to permanently have a smirk fixed on her face and her bright blue eyes always sparkled with an unspoken joke…”
As Varric went on about his adventures with Marian Hawke and how they recruited their merry band of misfits, Rylen continually found his gaze pulled to the woman seated across from him. She became more animated as she got further into her ale and began to let some of her guard down. She laughed more, and she was so engrossed in the dwarf’s story telling that she never noticed Rylen simply sitting back and taking in every detail of her.
Her short hair was flattened from spending the day concealed under her knitted cap, but sections remained almost stubbornly wavy. Rylen found his gaze pulled down once more to the hint of curves revealed by her unbuttoned shirt, but frowned once he spotted the thin scar curving over her heart. She moved her right hand up and ran her fingers through her hair, a copper ring on her third finger glinting in the firelight. He glanced at her left hand for a matching ring announcing that she was married, but none of the three rings she bore on that hand were on her ring finger. He wondered what their significance was to her. Commoners did not tend to wear jewelry, and while she did not appear to be a noble she wore four rings between both hands: copper and silver rings with intricate, braided knotwork, a gold fox wrapped around her thumb, and a small, silver ring set with a gem he did not recognize.
So much of her was pink: her flower-pink hair, her unusually large glasses, her small lips… Even her cheeks were easy to flush with the color. She may be human, but the more Rylen took her in the more he felt sure she was not a creature of this world.
By the time Varric reached the moment Hawke recruited the elf Fenris into her merry band of misfits, Farrada was visibly struggling to keep her eyes open. Varric let out a deep chuckle and clapped a broad hand on her back, causing her to jerk up with a quiet “shit!”
“I think we’ll leave it there tonight, Farra,” he said as he picked up his own drink and stood from the table. “I trust you can see her home, Rylen?”
“Aye, I’m long overdue for bed myself,” Rylen said as he stretched and stood, body aching from the prolonged battle. “Shall we?”
She hesitated before placing a hand on his outstretched arm to help her up. The moment she was fully off her seat her hand was gone as she reached both arms up and arched her back, wincing at her own aches and pains. She wordlessly buttoned her shirt closed before wrapping herself in her green coat and a long, blue and gray scarf he hadn’t seen before.
“Not a fan of the cold, I take it?” Rylen asked as they walked out of the tavern and into the night.
“Nope,” Farrada replied before sighing heavily, shoulders sagging as she did. “But I guess I’m gonna have to suck it up as long as I’m stuck here.”
“Stuck? Oh, c’mon now lass. It can’t be all that bad now can it?” She shot a cynical look towards him, one eyebrow raised. “Well, the company isn’t all that terrible is it?”
He caught a glimpse of the small smile he’d earned before she turned away. It was a short walk to the cabin she shared with the Herald. She unlocked the door and turned to say goodnight but froze as Rylen closed the gap between them.
“Farra…” He murmured her name as he reached up with one hand to thread his fingers in her hair. He was surprised to feel a section of her hair had been buzzed near the nape of her neck, but his fingers found purchase and her eyelids fluttered shut as a shudder ran through her.
But before he could close the remaining space between them, her green eyes opened again and her felt her shift as one hand reached behind her for the door.
“Good night, Captain,” she said.
Before he could reply she stepped out of his grasp and through the door to her quarters, shutting it behind her quickly and leaving Rylen alone in the night with the faint smell of vanilla and honey in the air.
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Rylen woke alone and sore in his tent the following morning, simultaneously thankful for and cursing his own internal alarm. He knew it wouldn’t do for the Commander’s second to be late to morning drills, but after the prolonged fight following the explosion at the Conclave his entire body ached.
He sat up with a sigh, dragging a rough hand down the stubble on his face. Sunlight had yet to break through the opening of his tent so he went through his morning routine at a slower pace that his usual, taking the extra time to apply elfroot salve to the worst of his bruises.
Exhaustion still hung heavily over Rylen, and he found himself clinging to routine as the day progressed. Drills at dawn, a quick breakfast before more drills through noon, lunch with Commander Cullen as he helped the man pour over seemingly endless reports. Things had become more tense leading up to the events of the Conclave but Rylen suddenly found himself grateful for the long hours they had all been running before the explosion. The day was easier for him with the established routine he could practically walk through without thought.
That routine was disrupted partially through the afternoon when she came into view again. He nearly failed to recognize her as she walked by him. She had changed out of her odd, foreign clothes into light leather armor that clung to her curves in a way that all too unfairly emphasized the flare of her hips and her small waist. But she still wore the same sage green boots and black knit cap as she had when they met the night before.
Rylen had nearly forgotten about his encounter with Farrada. In his state of exhaustion he had simply thrown himself into his duties as Captain without a thought. But as she walked past the rows of Inquisition soldiers and out of sight over the hill, he felt drawn to seek her out, if only to see what the woman was doing with the staff she had been carrying.
He turned back to his men and corrected the technique of several of the newer soldiers before approaching the Commander.
“Commander Cullen,” Rylen said with a salute. “Permission to go check on our visitor, ser?”
Cullen’s brows furrowed at his clipboard as he frowned. “I believe the Herald’s quarters are cramped enough with Solas and Adam looking after them. And last I heard they were still unconscious from their efforts with the breach.”
“Aye, that she is. But I meant her civilian friend that just strode down to the lake.”
Cullen quirked an inquisitive eyebrow at his friend but did not prod. “All right,” he agreed, rolling his head in an attempt to loosen muscles that ached from hours bent over a clipboard. “In all honestly I could use a break from staring at these reports. I’ll send a runner if I have need of you.”
“Much appreciated,” Rylen said.
He pivoted away and crested the hill, stopping to watch Farrada as he decided if he should approach. Her back was towards him as she twirled an unadorned staff over each hand before, catching it and flipping it back the other way. She didn’t seem to be using the staff to channel any magic - in fact, the staff itself was plain wood that did not seem capable of such uses. He frowned and cautiously used Silence on her.
She was completely unaffected.
Seemingly satisfied with the weight of the weapon, Farrada began to go through the movements of an unfamiliar form. She thrust the staff forward, then stepped back and moved it downwards to block some imaginary strike.
Rylen started down the hill in her direction, calling out when she didn’t look up at his approach. “Y’know, lass, if you’re hoping to fight in this war you’re going to want something better than a staff.”
“Mother fu-” Farrada’s shoulders instantly stiffened as she turned to face him, swinging her staff up in a maneuver that would have caught him between the legs had he been any closer.
“Stand down, lass” Rylen chuckled as he threw his palms up in surrender. “Didn’t I see you with a sword yesterday? You’d stand a better chance in the army with a blade.”
“I’m not enlisting,” She spun the staff and tucked it behind her but her posture remained tense - was she always so rigid?
“All right, no one’s saying you have to. So then why are you out here training by yourself?”
“Your… Things are more dangerous here than they are where I’m from,” Farrada said with a frown. “I picked up that sword because it was the only thing in reach and I didn’t want to die. But if the worst happens and I have to fight with a person rather than a demon… Hurt rather than maim, maim rather than kill.”
Her frown deepened as she spoke, and the change in her cadence made Rylen wonder what exactly she had been reciting.
“Well, if you really want to stand a chance in a fight, you need to spar with a real person and not just the wind.”
Farrada hesitated, glancing up the hill in the direction of the Inquisition’s soldiers still running their own drills. “Are they using sharp or dulled blades?”
“Oh, I wasn’t offering you a recruit. You’ll hardly be able to learn anything there. And I assure you, this is a training blade - it won’t draw blood unless you try really hard.”
Farrada gave him a dry smirk as she swung her staff back out to a ready position. “You’d be surprised, Captain. I’ve had my skin broken by a dull blade before.”
“I guess you’ll just have to block me first then,” Rylen said as he drew the dulled shortsword he used for sparring with the troops.
He started out easy on her, telegraphing his moves and swinging wide on his attacks to give her more time to react. She was timid in her defense and focused too much on blocking his strikes without returning any of her own. She knew to watch his center for movements rather than his sword though, and soon Rylen stopped telegraphing to see if she could still keep up.
“You’re pulling your punches, Farra. Every block should feel like a strike of its own.”
She glared at him, green eyes flashing in irritation but she followed his instructions and suddenly every strike she blocked made his sword hilt vibrate in his palm.
As the sound of the soldiers training died down, Farrada began to wince in pain with every move. Her jaw tightened and her whole stance became more rigid until Rylen finally took a step back and sheathed his sword.
“You did well, lass. Next time it would do you well to strike back, you can’t just defend all… Farra?”
Her knuckles were white against her staff and she was staring down. Her shoulders were stiff and high as always, but her right shoulder was jerking in a way that looked both uncomfortable and involuntary. He stepped closer and placed a hand on her shoulder and for once she didn’t shy away.
He could feel it now - the joint slipping in and out of its socket, the unsettling crunch of bone against bone, the slight tremor running through her as the pain set in.
“Maker’s breath, Farrada… Why didn’t you say something?”
“If you were my enemy you wouldn’t stop just because I’m already broken,” her voice was strained as she spoke.
Slowly, gingerly, Rylen placed his hands on either side of her right shoulder. He laced his fingers together over the joint and applied pressure until the spasms started to calm down with the joint trapped in place. Tears sprang to Farrada’s eyes as she sagged against him, burying her face against his shoulder.
“My mom is the only other person who’s ever managed to stop it. Thank you.”
“Next time you get this bad in training, you stop and go to a healer. Understood?”
“They’re all busy with Selina and the soldiers wounded after the breach, I can’t just -”
Rylen cut her off, placing a hand on either shoulder and pushing her an arms length away to better meet her gaze. “You stop and go see a healer or I drag you to one myself. Am I understood?”
His tone left no room for arguing so Farrada simply nodded in answer. Rylen sighed and dragged a hand down his face.
“I should get back to my duties. If you’re serious about wanting to defend yourself, you know where to find a sparring partner.”
“Thank you,” she murmured before turning and heading back up the hill towards Haven.
Rylen moved back towards the Commander’s tent to ensure his friend had eaten and made a mental note to ask Adan what he could do for whatever put Farrada in so much pain as soon as the Herald was up and about. Even as he drifted off that night, he found himself thinking of the pain in Farrada’s face and worrying how long she would last in this war pushing herself the way she had today. He hoped he wouldn’t have to find out soon and for the second time in as many nights, Rylen drifted off into the Fade picturing her green eyes and playful smirk.
TAKE 2 of posting this since Tumblr gobbled up the last one with its dumb daily post limit.
I wanted to expand on my Supernatural Powers and Creatures AU because I had several specific scenes in mind for the Steddie of it all, and the platonic Stobin too.
I'll do my best to recreate my original post attempt and to be polite to your dashes I'll pop it under a Read More.
OKAY so let's start with S3 because let's be honest the escape from the Russian Bunker would go a little differently with the 'serum' triggering an off-lunar-cycle transformation [I just looked it up, but July 1st was the full moon, so the 4th was a waning gibbous] having a werewolf would certainly change things. Now as mentioned in my OG post, the serum also triggers Robin's awakening as a witch, and it is her awakening at the same time as Steve mutates and transforms that forms a Familiar bond between them.
This bond is what lets Steve keep his mind for the most part despite the physical transformation, which is convenient as his transformation occurs at the same time as Dustin and Erica's rescue attempt. Please keep in mind that while Steve has kept his mind, he is still high af on the drugs and is more prone to acting on his wolf instincts. So, after shredding the fuck out of the guard's left behind and Dustin's electrocution of the doctor as he and Erica burst in, I imagine Steve would chuff at them still wearing the rags of his torn and bloodied Scoops Uniform and drop to the floor to show his belly and beg for belly rubs. His bond with Robin allowing him to recognise them as his 'pack pups' and necessitating a demonstration that he is no threat to them, It would also let Robin kind of explain despite also being high off her tits. Escape then continues with Were!Steve dealing with any Russians who try to stop them and once in the elevator on the way to the surface, when his instincts recognise they are now mostly safe he transforms back. [Also just enjoy the mental image of post-transformation Steve in his torn and ragged bloodied Scoops Uniform, covered in blood - his own and Russian donated - bruised and dazed and still high because his wolf metabolism might work through it faster but that was a hell of a fucking dose straight to the bloodstream. Delicious whumpy goodness]
The Battle of Starcourt would then proceed as canon. Although after the fire and receiving medical attention, I imagine Robin and Steve would live out of each other's pockets for a few weeks. During this time, they discover that the Familiar bond not only allows Steve to keep his mind in his wolf form, but it actually allows him control over the shift (although he still force shifts during the full moon, but he is more mentally aware and docile). It also allows for a telepathic link between the two which just lends credence to their Cosmic Twin Platonic Soulmates vibes. Robin also learns more about her powers too and about her bloodline and family's history.
Cut to S4 when Steve is dragged through Lovers Lake. Add a few extra bats because just three bats won't be that much of a threat against a Steve with supernaturally attained extra strength and agility. But either way when Steve wails on the bat that was choking him out and rips it in half? Eddie absolutely pops an instant boner. Cause here Steve is half shifted with the fangs, and the claws and the extra hair and all those rippling wolf-y muscles covered in blood (both his own and the bats) and Eddie can't help but droooooool. Because he isn't The Freak for nothing.
When Eddie decides to do his martyr sacrificial run for Dustin, Steve's wolf-enhanced senses allow him to get to them quickly [I had originally thought that Steve's inner-wolf could form pack bonds with people and through the temporary bond formed with Eddie know what he'd done but honestly that is optional] and although Eddie's heart does stop Steve "Lifeguard-of-Three-Summers" would get it started again with CPR. With his First Aid training he would also be able to direct Dustin on how to put pressure and field-bandage the worst of Eddie's wounds so they can get him to the hospital. (You could absolutely use the sharing of blood through the CPR breathing to create a unique bond between Were!Steve and soon-to-be Vampire!Eddie here if you wanted to). After the girls catch up (cause Steve is so much faster now because of his wolf) they get Eddie and themselves out of the UD and to the hospital.
I 100% believe that before the Government Suits sweep in to clean up the mess, Dustin and Steve absolutely tell Wayne e v e r y t h i n g because they believe he deserves to know what happened to Eddie.
In the post Vecna mess, I see Eddie being discharged and he and Wayne joining Robin and Steve at the Harrington House. My personal take on why the Harrington Parents aren't around would be that they (conveniently) died sometime between Post-Starcourt and maybe the end of 1985 leaving Steve as their sole beneficiary but that's just me. I imagine Hawkins still isn't the safest place for Eddie immediately after getting out of hospital despite being exonerated and declared innocent by the Police thanks to Hopper, Nancy and the Suits. And it's just as well that he is staying with Steve and Robin when the three of them discover he has survived the UD with a new dietary requirement [I see him still able to eat normally but needing blood like an iron supplement]. With Steve's werewolf nature he heals incredibly quickly (another thing discovered post-Starcourt) he is able to be Eddie's willing regular blood donor which sets up for the intimacy required for them to kiss kiss fall in love iykwim. Wayne clocks them before they even get together, but he'd already been thinking of Steve and Robin as his own since he first moved in with his now vampiric nephew/pseudo-son so he just kind of goes with it. He becomes a very proud parent of his three supernaturally powered children.
Just a few additional notes: It's up to you if Vecna survives s4 or not, but if he does it would allow for some exploration of the powers Nancy, Will and Max develop.
To me Will's prior connection to the UD hive mind, would eventually allow him to create his own temporary and permanent hive minds telepathically with whoever he chooses [on top of his canon powers I guess?] which would be handy for s5 because it would mean walkies wouldn't be needed.
Nancy's clairvoyance/ precognition would be an interesting power to play with in the post-s4 landscape. Especially the emotional impact it would have on her; after all, if she had the power back at the beginning, Barb wouldn't have had to die so tragically. Could also be interesting for the potential Ronance of it too for those who partake.
Look I won't lie, between this and my Democreature Steddie I have added an additional 2 fics to my WIPs. Although they will all have to wait until AFTER I finish moving, because I am gonna be fucking exhausted over the next few days. Hence why I really wanted to get this out there.
Yo someone needs to remind me to flesh out the Big Brother Steve Harrington headcanon that just flashed to mind.
The "SURPRISE! There exists more than one Harrington child" trope, except that there is a like 15/16 year age gap between Steve and his sibling/s. I am primarily thinking fo surpise child acquisition reasons but also for the mindfuckery it would have on the rest of the Party. Especially with a smaller age gap so the kid is actually in elementary school the WHOLE time but at key events either at sleepovers OR out of town on holiday if you get me so no one has noticed.
Anyway I have two separate ideas to write up, so hit me up in the comments I guess to remind me to post them?
Note: this is strictly different to my Dustin and Steve as half brothers hc which I feature in How to be Loved (which I need to upload whoops fuck chronic fatigue fr).
Cause there is every chance I will forget without some form of prompting... (；・ω・)
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I am trying so hard not to overpack headcanons and tropes into How to be Loved, but FUCK I WANT TO DO COUSINS GARETH & STEVE SOOOOOO BAAAAADDDDDD!
But it doesn't quite work unless I make Gareth's Mother a Harrington, and I can't see how I can have Claudia adopt Steve if he has an aunt available to him in Hawkins. Even if I make it that the Harrington siblings just don't interact because of a family feud - it still wouldn't explain why she wouldn't step up when Otis and his wife are brought into the story.
Alas I think I am going to have to just keep it to giving Steve surprise younger half siblings because his father is a cheating slut.
It would have been hysterical though to have Gareth and Dustin bickering with each other over who was Steve's closer/favourite family member. Robin would chime in saying it's her just to annoy them.
Also, would have made the Steddie of it all even funnier if Eddie finds out one of his best friends has been holding out on him, let alone that his favourite new sheepie is Steve's half-brother. It would infuriate him (before he got over himself and the denial he has been in since he developed a crush on Steve in sophomore year) until he became part of the family. Then it's not as big a problem.
I was floating the idea that maybe Steve's aunt left Hawkins and only returned when Steve was already in middle school and then felt awkward about it. I can justify Steve keeping it quiet that Gareth is his cousin if Tommy was already turning into an asshole and a bully and he was worried about Tommy going after his baby cousin (his first family member who actually liked him that wasn't their grandparents! He would do what he could to protect him), let alone trying to protect Gareth from his own neglectful and abusive parents.
UNLESS maybe it's Steve that is anxious and awkward about his aunt because what if she is like his father?! Especially if she has told Gareth to stay away from Steve because she doesn't want her son to get hurt because she has no idea what kind of person Steve was growing into being. (I just see an elementary aged Gareth going "I have a cousin! I want to meet him" and then doing it on his own accord. Steve would be so confused the first time they meet until this kid starts talking about Otis and his wife leaving him to go, "wait a minute how do you know my grandpa and Nonna?")
... okay okay wait I could be cooking here ...
If anyone has any idea's as to what motivated Gareth's mother to keep her distance from Steve than I am open to suggestions. ESPECIALLY since I am currently working on the post-Starcourt chapter.
Soooo in addition to this idea... I am now plotting out where Otis and his wife Antonella Moretti-Harrington moved (South Carolina to be closer to his best friend and war buddy's family) and where Steve spends part of his summer with them, and his aunt, uncle and their children.
This means tabs upon tabs open for Italian-American and African-American census demographics and population percentages by state; weather history of states during the years between Steve's birth in 1966 to 1986 etc. WW2 Allied invasion of Italy and common Italian surnames by region.
I HAVE ALSO DECIDED THE FOLLOWING IS TRUE FOR THIS FIC 'VERSE:
Steve's Aunt Sylvia "Sylvie" is a high-profile lawyer and arguably the more successful sibling. This pisses off Richard (Riccardo "Dick" Moretti Harrington) because in his eyes HE was supposed to be the successful and wealthy sibling which is why he did a BUSINESS degree.
Steve's Uncle Leonard "Leon" is a doctor (Yes, I just spent an hour triple checking this was indeed plausible based on year and state because I am an Australian who has never studied American history so...) which just kind of rubs salt in the wound of Richard's ego. Between the two of them they are really well off, however, unlike Dick they don't flaunt their wealth. They give back to their communities financially and with volunteer labour.
Steve has 4 younger cousins from Sylvie and Leon so far - the eldest (Giulia "Lia") was born in 74, middle (twins: Nicolo "Nico" and Matteo "Matt") in 77 and he hasn't been able to meet his baby cousin (Luciana "Lucky") yet who was born in 80. His nonna has smuggled him photos and he has done his best to smuggle some of him (and the Party w/o their knowledge) back.
Silvia is at least 4 years younger than Dick (b. 1946).
Both the Harrington Grandparent's AND his aunt and uncle (plus the kiddos) rock up in Hawkin's post-Starcourt because WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN STEFANO WAS IN A MALL FIRE??! Hawkin's media would have absolutely released his name since he was over 18 and his parents weren't there to tell them no and he was too concussed to threaten them with a lawsuit - This is the first time that any of the UD crew have EVER met one of his family members. (Also, because it is me we are talking about and I live for unknown childhood playmates Steddie, this is probably when Eddie realises this because Wayne knows Otis from the War Vet group meetings he used to host before he left Hawkins.)
Steve's full government name is Stefano Giuseppe Moretti Harrington (Giuseppe is for his mother's father Joseph... and Joe Keery obvs. Otis wasn't concerned about his oldest grandchild sharing his name or not, HE WAS however adamant he carries his wife's name as a middle name like both his children did. Although Otis' middle name is Stephen, so Steve is still named after him anyway.) As always no one in the UD crew knew this before they meet his family post-Starcourt.
When Dick cuts off his parents when Steve is 12 - after discovering they have been facilitating visits with Sylvie and Leon - he legally changes his name to Richard. Which when the news gets back to them breaks Nella's heart because he was named after her grandfather.
I am sure I will find other things to add to this list... but this is it for now.
Steve frowned slightly, he was struggling to keep track of his thoughts. He was drifting, flitting between one thought to the next. And honestly, why the fuck was it so hot? It had to be well after midnight in early November, usually nights were starting to get chilly enough to see your breath this time of year. Instead Steve felt like he was standing in a fucking sauna, deciding he needed to get home as soon as he could he left the road and cut through the woods. He’d barely managed another five minutes before he was tearing his shirt off to carry alongside his jacket. Losing his shirt brought him some mild relief but it didn’t last long, by the time he reached the backyard of the Harrington property he was panting. Sweat was beading along his hairline, saturating the hair there while it also accumulated at his collarbones, armpits and along the small of his back. There was a wet sheen that covered his exposed skin and all Steve could think of was how much he needed a shower.
Stumbling past the empty pool Steve paid it no mind as he fumbled in his pockets for his keys. He dropped them twice before he succeeded in opening the back door and almost tripped in his haste to get inside. He barely remembered to shut the door behind him before he was using the nearest wall to guide him towards the stairs.
He had only just put his foot on the first step when he crumpled in over himself with a whimper as sharp searing pain stole his breath. His entire abdomen alight with agonising pain that made the beat down Billy had caused felt like nothing but a love tap. Steve grasped wildly, catching the bannister on the way down as he curled into himself at the bottom of the stairs. To make matters worse the increasing temperature was getting worse leaving him to writhe as he felt like he was burning from inside and out.
Decided that I would do a little prologue from Steve's POV so uh... enjoy?
Heads up to all O!Steve readers! I plan to completely turn common omegaverse tropes on their heads with this fic. Steve WILL be the thick thighed, hairy adonis we are treated to in S4 but he will be an omega while he does it. Meanwhile our scrawny ratman Alpha, Eddie will remain a gangly, lithe dork who is admittedly physically stronger than he looks because he may be built like a stick but he is built from wiry muscle.
With that out of the way, I am hoping I can appeal to some of the omegaverse readers who have been recently turned off by the saturation of certain depictions of BOTH boys.
