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eddie: [nudging steve awake at 4am] do you love me?
steve: i married you for fuckās sake, of course i love you
eddie: yes, but did you marry me as a friend, or like, a significant other? itās not very clear
Prompt: āPick a god and prayā they said, and you did, praying to every god you knew. And as you did this a name popped into your mind, one you didnāt recognize, yet you prayed to them all the same. In response the air stood still, like even the world had forgotten their name.
Devotion Tastes So Sweet On Your Lips (AO3)
It was another one of those nights- Steve was running through the dark trees, waking nightmare chasing him down.
He prayed his footing stayed true. He prayed that his breaths didn't falter. He prayed that the hungry darkness falling fast in his shadow didn't catch him.
He prayed to all the gods. Every deity he had ever learned of, all the new gods, and the old. He prayed until the sweat burning his eyes blinded him and he felt a root leap up in front of his foot.
He stumbled but did not fall.
But the sound of a snapping maw was closing around the dust he kicked up.
Suddenly, in his desperation, a name floated from the depths of his erratic heart to the tip of his bitten tongue.
"Eddie the Banished, of the Fallen Forestā Please- Please," Steve huffed, a force behind the name punched through his diaphragm and left him no air to plead with.
No sooner had the name fallen from Steve's lips, than the ground fell away beneath him- an embankment, steep and unforgiving in its angle. He rolled past tree trunks, slid over rough roots, and scraped jagged rocks loose for gravity to bring along for the ride.
His body hit the bottom and bounced.
Steve was dazed, his ears felt muffled as if he had landed underwater. He sat up so fast his vision swam, leaving trails of light where the stars shone down on him under the glare of the full moon.
He tried to stand, but his stomach protested- knees, shaken and unsteady, refused to hold his weight. He fell, once again on his back, trying to catch his bearings.
When his head cleared enough that the moon ceased it's dance in the sky above him, Steve sat up slowly, taking stock of his surroundings. He strained his ears to hear the snap of twigs or the slide of rocks down the slope he had just ridden as his pursuer followed him into the gorge.
It was silent as a ghost.
Steve pressed his palms to his ears and felt no blood, squeezing to try and pressure shock them into working.
He listened againā
Not even a whisper of wind in the trees.
Steve picked up a twig from the soft bed of moss that had saved his limbs from the worst of the abrupt impact and snapped it between his fingers- the sound sharp enough to startle him.
His ears worked just fine, it seemed- it was the forest that was broken.
As Steve got one knee under him, prepared to make another attempt to stand- a shadow fell over him.
Steve kept his head lowered, subdued under the charge in the air- the unmistakable aura of predator.
He slowly raised his eyes, and only his eyes.
There, standing tall above him, was a Wild God.
"It has been... So long-" The voice was grinding stones carried on the wind, "I'd forgotten what it sounded like." The Wild God lowered his body into a facsimile of a bow. A hand that shadows cling to like smoke, finger tips black as the night and ephemeral, ghosted under his chin, raising Steve's eyes to meet the darkness shining in the Wild God's own. "My name on some desperate tongue."
Steve was struck with a lightning heat deep inside his belly that rose like a plume of ashes from the mouth of a volcano, his face burning under the gaze of the most beautiful and terrifying wonder he had ever witnessed.
"Say it again." The Wild God demanded, voice deep enough to shake the ground Steve knelt on.
"Eddie the Banished, of the Fallen Forest." Steve moaned, unabashed.
Eddie's eyes rolled and the whites flickered behind shivering lashes as he savored the taste of devotion.
You expected Eddie to stay dead, because that's just how being dead works. You had cornered Dustin, making him tell you everything after Eddie "went missing". So he did. He told you everything and now you cry yourself to sleep knowing that your best friend died and you couldn't even say a proper goodbye.
You had expected Eddie to stay dead. That's how it works. But Eddie is different, you figured that out when you woke up in the middle of the night to him peering over you, a smile on his face that shows off rather sharp fangs that were never there before.
"Miss me, sweetheart?" he croons, tilting his head as he brushes the stray hairs off of your tear streaked face.
ok hear me out
I can't edit, but hear me out----
Just before Eddie's death with Oh Ana by Mother Mother playing. Grabbing his guitar, playing Master of Puppets, cutting the makeshift rope before he can climb, riding the bike with the bats chasing after him, fighting against the swarm. And finally, his death. All while the song plays, "I'll be God, I'll be God I'll be God I'll be God, today."
Its probably out there somewhere but I thought it was kinda cool.
I would have been WATCHING this man at lunch holy shit
Love that for them
Steve ābabe, catchā Harrington