swallowing smoke
M | 4k | WIP | Chose Not To Use Warnings
Tags: Growing Up Together, darker than canon, Age Difference, POV First Person, Angst and Humor, Grief/Mourning
Summary:
"Your father is Lord Ambrose," I said, considering, "and you're Lord Ambrose."
"Yes," Lord Ambrose said, not looking up from his book.
"Hm," I said. "A little confusing. You're younger, so I think... Yes. I'll call you Young Lord Ambrose."
The book snapped shut in his hands. "Absolutely not."
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A few people expressed an interest in a continuation of this fic, and I'm almost certain this isn't what anyone had in mind, but considering I hadn't been planning on writing a part two at all, I guess this is what we get?? So here, have an Eddie Perspective
Happy Valentine's Day ❤️
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The thing about being friends with Steve Harrington is that, even though he isn’t exactly popular anymore, he’s still popular.
He’s still handsome and he’s still hot and he’s still got rich parents and, in spite of Hargrove’s many attempts to knock him down to the bottom of the social ladder, there are definitely still people who want his attention.
In the time it takes Eddie to spot him from the end of the hallway and make it through the crowds to his locker, a girl has come between them.
Literally – Lindsey Chase is standing in front of Steve, leaning against his open locker door and twirling her hair around her finger, clearly shooting her shot. Eddie can respect it.
He doesn’t like it, but he can appreciate the guts it takes.
Of course, it’s made a little easier by the built-in excuse that is the upcoming hearts-and-candy greeting card nightmare of a holiday that is Valentine’s Day. This is the third time this week a girl has approached Steve with a little paper valentine and hearts in her eyes.
Notably, it is only Wednesday.
Eddie hangs back a bit, watching as Lindsey flirts and Steve smiles and is perfectly kind but doesn’t flirt back. Whatever question she asks him gets lost in the din of the hallway, but he answers by shaking his head and offering a rueful little smile, and her shoulders sag a little before she meanders off with a sigh. Eddie can see her friends on the sidelines now, offering her open arms of comfort and glaring daggers at Steve in solidarity.
Ignoring them, Eddie ambles up and drapes himself against Steve’s locker door, head tossed back and eyelashes fluttering wildly. “Oh, Steve,” he simpers, high and breathy, “aren’t you going to whisk me away for a whirlwind Valentine’s romance?”
“I’d love to, but I’m pretty sure I have a stats test tomorrow,” Steve drawls, sending a sidelong smirk at Eddie.
“Ugh. Romance is dead,” Eddie declares, though he’s smiling back; this is one of the things he really hadn’t expected when he’d extended an offer of friendship to Steve those few weeks ago – the easy banter between them, how Steve is actually funny, how Eddie really loves trying to make him smile. Eddie peels himself away from the door of Steve’s locker and leans into his space instead, draping an arm over his shoulders that Steve doesn’t bother to shrug off. “So, what did the lovely Ms. Chase have to offer you? Her best goat?”
[Read the rest on Ao3]
Tag List (tried to catch all the optimists who asked about a part 2, I'm sorry if I missed anyone!): @anne-bennett-cosplayer, @notmybabies, @westifer-dead, @crakcoon, @tolgakolik, @sirsnacksalot, @halvveislykkelig, @cheesedoctor, @y4r3luv, @she-collects-smut, @boxsam, @wxrmland, @wheel-of-hyperfixation, @maybe-milo
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pairing: demise davis (OC/self insert) x the singularity.
rating: PG-13 for threats of violence, can-throwing, insult-hurling, metal music, and a single swear word.
word count: 579
summary: HUX hears an awful noise out in the fog, and decides it is his civic duty to investigate.
HUX could hear a racket like no other coming from the center of the forest. The campfire, he quickly deduced, and it must be crawling with those pesky little worms. He wondered, briefly, why they'd be making so much noise -- don't they know that they have nothing to celebrate?
He had to put a stop to it at once.
Branches and small rocks crunched under his feet as his joints squealed and clanked. Whatever the festivities were, they would be ruined shortly, and they would never have anything to celebrate ever again. HUX would make sure of that.
Once he could see the warm orange light of the fire, he reared his claw back, high above his head, and cut a shrub clean in half. He could hear movement beyond his line of sight, indicating he had been noticed. He jerked his head to the side.
What he had assumed as a large gathering was just one person. The aperture in his eye tightened. He couldn't quite tell who it was, but the sounds he could hear were clearer. Heavy, hollow banging, long, deep electrical notes, and screaming. "STOP THAT NOISE," nonetheless, he called out. "AT ONCE."
The volume was magically lowered, suddenly. "It's just music, junker. Calm down." and the voice was one he recognized: Demise.
HUX didn't much care for that nickname. His claw-like fingers flexed closed, then opened. "DO NOT CALL ME THAT, YOU INSOLENT ROACH." he took a hulking step forward, dragging his stiff leg behind him. "I TOLD YOU TO TURN THAT OFF."
Demise chucked an empty tin can and nailed HUX directly in the head, with a hollow tink sound.
“Come over here and turn it off yourself, you big old hunk of junk.”
HUX was frozen for a moment, stunned by Demise’s impudence. His body twitched, then jerked, and then he lunged forward, aiming for that annoying metal box on the ground, to teach this sorry little creature a lesson.
Demise was able to react fast enough to grab his stereo and move it out of HUX’s path, causing him to lodge his large claw in the black dirt.
Demise pursed his lips. “You’re such a freak, junker.” he wrinkled his nose, setting his stereo at his other side and turning the volume back up. “Calm down and listen to it, you might actually like it.”
HUX’s body rattled as if he’d just heaved a huge breath. He stared at Demise, completely silent for a few moments, before he ripped his claw out of the ground and turned to face him.
“YOU ARE A HORRIBLE, SAD THING,” he lurched forward, jutting his head forward, almost level with Demise’s. “WEAK. RUDE. AND SMALL.” he listed, slowly folding his joints to sit opposite of the survivor, just beyond the fire.
“And you can’t let trials go on too long in the Red Forest without rusting.” Demise returned, draping his head over the back of the log he was resting against.
“I DO NOT RUST.” HUX stated, “PERHAPS YOU WOULD. BUT I AM CONSTRUCTED OF SUPERIOR MATERIALS.” his head lolled to the side, and he listened. Screaming and screaming from that one little box, both human and machine. Screeching akin to that of metal against metal. “WHAT IS THIS?”
Demise thinks for a moment, brows furrowed. “I think Jeff left one of his CDs in here. No idea. Can’t understand a damn word.”
HUX rattled and nodded. Demise was right. He did like the screaming.
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