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    When they tangled with Vecna, Eddie’s body gets left behind.

    Sure, yes, they all know the timeline, the logistics, how the story goes. The gates seal. Supergirl goes nuclear. They kinda-half-lose. The town’s a fucking mess. They gotta lick their wounds.

    But the in-between bits get hazy, see.

    Specifically when Steve went AWOL and ran back, jumped through the closing gate he’d just barely managed to climb up through in the first place, given the extent of his own wounds, and runs for the body they’d abandoned because he doesn’t leave his people behind.

    And somehow in just the span of a couple days, Eddie counted as his people. Even just his body.

    The strength, the speed, the stamina to not have been stuck in the Upside Down, to not have dropped the dead weight on the way back up, to not have gotten suctioned in and crushed in half as the fissures crept closed: that’s the fucking stuff of legends, of parents lifting trucks off pinned children. No wonder they call Steve ‘Mom’.

    But yeah. Eddie’s body’s left behind.

    For like…ten minutes, max.

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    16 Feb 2026

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    Eddie calls him Princess, flippant but watching every second, and that motherfucker just scrunches his nose and says:

    “Think I’ve grown up a little these past couple years. Like, how about…I dunno. Duchess, at least, yeah?”

    And Eddie chokes on his own spit when Steve winks and turns back to Nancy to figure out their next play.
     

    Or: five pet names that don’t pan out (but definitely mean something), plus one that sticks (and absolutely means ‘I love you’).

     

    Plus: timestamps of the very sentimental and domestic kind (so far).

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    16 Feb 2026

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    He wonders if this is a sibling thing. Like, now that he automatically has six younger siblings does that mean he loses six things from his closet? Did Nancy and Jonathan make this sacrifice? Is this something everyone knows about except for him? Does he even care?

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    16 Feb 2026

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    “New person!” Lala said behind him. “Overworlder!”
    Okay, so that’s why she was running. That was—Technoblade didn’t think their sounder had seen an overworlder since he’d been a shoat, at least. Several different bastion-locations ago. He made an interested sound, untangling the strider’s head-string from the rock.
    “He flew like a ghast!”
    The strider, now freed, nipped the fungus out of his hand and ambled off onto the lava. Bruh.
    “He’s part ghast, and he’s really short, he’s only just a tiny bit taller than me,” Lala said, delighted to be the bearer of so much information. “And his boots say he’s got gold and items to trade both, and he has gold hair and a flat face like a ghast, and he has lots of earrings but they don’t make any sense at all but he looks very rich, and he doesn’t know how to talk at all.”

    Or: First Meetings in the nether, culture clash, and the beginning of a friendship.

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    04 Feb 2026

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    “Ready for lunch?” Crowley drops to his knees to start unbuckling the straps on the basket as though this is something they do all the time; as though he hasn’t just effortlessly catapulted Aziraphale back in time almost fifty years.

    “You remembered,” Aziraphale breathes as wonder courses through him. He mentioned something once during an awkward moment, half a century ago, and now here kneels a demon atop a picnic blanket.

    “Hmm?” Crowley barely shoots him a sidelong glance as he concentrates on opening the basket.

    Aziraphale’s eyes do not move from him. “You remembered,” he repeats, no less stunned. “Crowley, you really didn’t have to.”

    Crowley’s hands still. Eventually, his eyes still on the basket, he murmurs, “Well, we did The Ritz, didn’t we?”

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