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woah. I am so late to the party but I'm blown away that something of mine ended up on a podcast! Everyone should check this one out, they have some great eps

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Hey there I commented on your fic Fill the Silence on ao3 and made this for the fic since it's one of my favorites

Ahhhh, I love it so much. It's so cool, makes me feel like a proper author or something. Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart. I've never had anyone do something like this for my fics and I'm very tempted to print it off and frame it or something haha

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School had never been one of Steve’s strong points, or rather, he had never been bothered enough to be good at it. He didn’t remember much, and what he had learned in English, History and whatever the fuck the quadratic equation was had been pushed aside by demogorgons, mindflayers and one too many beatings to the head. 

There was one small morsel of knowledge, however, that seemed to have leapt forth from his brain as he sat on the floor of his kitchen. Completely numb aside from the sting of his eyes. 

The tale of Orpheus and Euridice, from what little Steve remembered, was the story of a couple who fell madly in love and got married, only to go for a walk on the night of their wedding and come across a snake. The snake had bitten Euridice.

Steve’s eyes flashed down to the blood caught under his nails, throat squeezing as the thought of bites flashed through his brain.

She had died on the spot, cradled in Orpheus’ arms. Unable to live without his love, Orpheus had used his music to get access to the underworld, persuading Hades to free his wife only to turn around and lose her to the one stipulation he had been given. To not look back.

Steve had looked back too. Out the window of the trailer at the halo of bats that had fallen around the one he desperately didn’t want to leave behind. Steve desperately wanted some part of the myth to be true, so badly that it made his entire body ache. Afterall, there was an underworld beneath his feet and demons at his door, so it stood to reason that he should be able to march back in there, grab Eddie by the hand and yank him back to the surface. Back to safety and never, ever let go of him again. Except…

“Except you’re the musician Eds,” he explained to the empty room, “and I don’t have a way to bring you back,” he sobbed, a new wave of tears drowning his ability to speak as he clutched at the denim on his shoulders.

Steve wasn’t Orpheus, he had no magical song, no way to charm death into giving his heart back to him. That wasn’t the way that the Upside Down worked, it didn’t deal in happy endings, it created horrors that only worked to destroy. Barb. Billy.

Eddie.

If it were Eddie who had survived, if Steve had died in his place, he was convinced that Eddie would have found a way to save him anyway. That was just the way he was, an unstoppable blustering force that never stopped. So unapologetically himself that he practically shone, bright bold energy pouring off of every inch of skin no matter how many people tried to block it out. Eddie probably would have pulled his guitar out and shredded until the very ground split open from the noise of it. 

Steve laughed maniacally at the thought, the sound garbled by the tears leaking down the back of his throat. 

Orpheus had died, sacrificing himself for Euridice before anyone could hear the true power of his music, of his soul. Steve wondered what the real Euridice would do if the fates had swapped their roles. She would undoubtedly have done something more useful than mope on the floor of her abandoned house like Steve was doing. His eyes swam so heavily with tears that the dim light of the kitchen bulb distorted, almost looking like it was flickering. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes and his vision cleared but the light kept flickering anyway. Steve stared at the bulb with a resigned focus, not moving from his spot on the kitchen floor. Instead he morbidly wondered what exactly was coming to finish him off. Vecna perhaps? Or maybe a demogorgon, to bring him full circle.

He wondered if this was what Euridice would do. Would she have stalked back into the woods and demanded that the snake take her too? Let its venom drag her to the river below?

Steve waited patiently, tired of fighting only to lose people, tired of his cold empty house, tired of himself. But the longer he watched and waited, the more familiar the blinking light seemed to feel. Perhaps he was delirious from blood loss and grief, but the flickering didn’t seem to be the sporadic warning he had seen so many times over the past few years, it looked more like a pattern.

Three short blinks. Three long blinks. Three short blinks again.

It was a pattern. More than a pattern. It was a code, a code that Steve was intimately familiar with. He had watched in awe only days before as the same pattern had illuminated Eddie’s face in the dark of the Upside Down.

S.O.S.

“Eddie,” he croaked, the noise sounding desperate even to his own ears. He was probably wrong, probably hallucinating but there was no one there to judge him and he wasn’t in any position to deny the hopeful little spark that flared to life inside him. The bulb matched the swell, flooding the room with light at the sound of the word, brighter than it had been in years. As bright as sunshine.

Just like Eddie, Steve thought, scrambling to get up. As he stood he spared a final thought for Euridice. In the light of the insistent bulb, Steve realised that she would never have given up on Orpheus. That she would have torn open the entrance to the underworld with her bare hands if she had to and slapped Hades for good measure.

And you know what? He grinned as he reached up to touch the bulb. He was confident that she would have been successful. 

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The wolves of Kaer Morgan were cowards, Yennefer decided as she sat across from Jaskier at their private little table in the corner of the hall. The bard was fulfilling his calling and telling her a story in a soft hushed tone, prompted by the silence in the rest of the hall. That was the problem, a Witchers keep was supposed to be filled with noise and conversation. It was their sanctuary, where they didn’t have to mask themselves in fear and yet here were all the witchers, eating in silence. Yen wasn't a fool, she knew it was because of them, two figures in the corner trying to take up as little space as possible and failing miserably. For her own part she didn't mind, she had been ignored enough in her long life to be able to survive the scorning of a few brooding men, but Jaskier...Jaskier was born for a crowd, born to be with people and it showed. There was only so much Yennefer could do as she watched the days tick by and saw him become less and less like the man she had been so relieved to see in that tavern. Even if Yennefer had been able to conjure a lute, she wasn't sure Jaskier would have played it for the fear of annoying the Witchers, something that never would have bothered him before. He was disappearing here, and the thought of it had her jaw twitching as Jaskier finished his food and softly kissed her on the cheek as he whispered goodbye. 

Yennefer was nothing of not careful, she had enough forethought to wait until Jaskier was out of ear shot to speak, barely holding back as her fists clenched on the table,

"Fuck all of you," she spat bitterly into the hall,

"Yennefer," she glared back at Geralt,

"No, shut up, I'm not done. Fuck all of you. You can treat me however you like, I don't care, I deserve it. But how dare you treat Jaskier like that, how dare you turn away from him like he's something lesser than you, how dare you shun him with your silence and sneers. That man is better than all of you without even trying." She stood up and turned to face the rest of the hall with arms crossed, met by the glare of golden eyes,

"Which one of you will deny that your lives were made easier because of his songs? You sit there having reaped the benefits of his hard work, work that only happened because he dedicated 20 years of his life following around a witcher who barely slowed his horse to let him keep up. But oh, it can't be because he cared can it? He's just a fortune hungry human like all the rest, simply using the witcher name to fulfill his own goals. No it's not like he was risking himself to smuggle elves to safety or anything like that, oh wait! He was! Just because you witchers have your own emotions shoved so far up your asses that you're choking on them doesn't mean that you get to forget that other people have them,” she hissed bitterly, knowing full well that she had done the same in years past. 

“Jaskier is braver than all of you, fuck, he’s brave by just admitting that he has emotions in the first place and he does that without even trying. That is a human man, no mutagens, no chaos, no extended life and yet he has endured torture to protect you witchers. He came here of all places despite having been abandoned, came into a room full of monsters with no training, no weapon to defend himself because I asked him to help. Because he's good, kind and brave. And despite the fact that you seem determined to hate him, he still treats you like equals, has done that from the moment he met one of you. And frankly? You don't deserve it." She spat, spinning on her heels and marching out of the room before the men could so much as even breathe. 

Not that she had a chance to either as she heard footsteps coming up behind her, she increased her pace pettily, as if she could actually outpace a witcher,

"Yennefer," Geralt called, "Yen, torture?" She slowed to a stop at the concern in his voice, expression still guarded as he rounded on her,

"If he hasn't told you then I'm not going to," she said, folding her arms again, Geralt frowned but nodded anyway,

"And the rest?" 

"I don't know what you want me to say Geralt. You've always taken him for granted but this...it's shit for him here. He won't say it because he already feels like a burden but your family treats him like an outsider, an intruder. He only has us to talk to and you're busy with Cirilla a lot... he isn't used to being alone,"

"I know,"

"Do you? Geralt? Because you see how that's worse right? If you know he's been suffering and you still haven't done anything about it. He deserves the world for what he's been through, what he's done," she shook her head, "if something doesn't change by spring I'm going down that pass and I'm taking him with me, earlier, if I can manage to create a portal," it was a warning, not a threat but she didn't really expect Geralt to care either way, she smiled a tired smile at his silence before turning away to find her bard.

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The next morning found Yennefer back in her corner grinning maliciously over her breakfast. Jaskier was yet to wake and while there was still tension in the hall it stank of guilt this time. She didn’t even need a Witcher’s nose to smell it. Maybe Geralt had said something to them after all but for the moment Yennefer was more than happy to take credit for their shifting behaviour. It felt good, she realised, to be able to affect a room of people again. Especially people as stubborn as Witchers. Her mirth grew as the double door creaked open and Jaskier slipped into the room.

The effect was immediate, Witchers left and right began mumbling and nudging each other, clearly unsure of what to say. Jaskier eyed them fearfully as he went to fill his bowl. He had just turned around when the tension broke,

"Morning Jaskier," Eskel called, clearing his throat. The other witchers grunted other greetings as Jaskier stared at them wide eyed,

"Morning Eskel, other assorted wolves," He said bewildered. Lambert called him towards them and Yennefer watched with pride as Jaskier trotted over, there was colour high on his cheeks, and Yen was convinced that if he had a tail it would be wagging between his legs as he walked.

Jaskier smiled at the attempts of the wolves to speak with him, answering their questions softly with a laugh before winking and turning his back to them to walk to where Yennefer was sitting,

"Jask,"

"Yen?"

"What are you doing?" She asked tersley,

"Sitting with my wife?" Jaskier grinned at her over his bowl,

"But you can sit with the others now, why would you..." 

"Despite what many believe, I'm not an idiot Yen. I know first hand that witchers don't change their opinions over night," his eyes flickered to Geralt, who Yennefer noticed was watching them yet again, "I know you did something," 

"Well if I did, you should be taking advantage of my hard work!" She protested, hands flying up but Jaskier just shook his head with a chuckle,

"I'm nothing if not loyal, my dear witch. It was you who came to rescue me in my times of need, not them, you who remained by my side and mended my fingers even though you were weak yourself. I'd be a fool to cast you aside," even in earnest Jaskier talked like a melodramatic poet and Yennefer scoffed to hide the fond warmth in her chest,

"Calm down, it's just seating arrangements," she rolled her eyes and Jaskier laughed,

"Well in that case, perhaps I sat here because I find your conversation more stimulating than the rest of our current company," He teased, Yen leaned over, grabbing hold of his hand as she ignored the indignation from the other tables, some mocking, some serious,

"A perfectly good reason, my dear husband,"

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Touch-Starved Steve Harrington, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, POV Multiple, Author Projecting onto Steve Harrington, Communication Summary:

Steve had been touch-starved as long as he could remember, chalk it up to absent parents or something. Usually it wasn't a problem, after all, he had plenty of friends who were more than happy to give him the affection he needed. The only issue was that sometimes, his brain liked to confuse the happy hug chemicals with romantic attraction, and Steve reeeaally didn't want that to happen with his new friend Eddie. Right? ____

Or, Steve Harrington is touch-starved and sometimes that means thinking he's falling for complete strangers when really he just wants to be friends

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, POV Steve Harrington, POV Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Being an Idiot, Steve Harrington Being an Idiot, Mutual Pining, First Kiss, Getting Together, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies Summary:

Eddie's soulmate was quiet. No lullabies, no radio, no records. It broke Eddie's heart a little, because either his soulmate hated music, or they didn't have access to it and he couldn't figure out which was worse. Then something changed.

Steve's soulmate was noisy. It wasn't something he was used to at all, in fact, he remembered hating it as a kid. Then something changed.

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Eddie and Steve are soulmates, the question is, how long will it take them to figure it out?