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"Maybe you should try avoiding them, then."
"It's not like I go looking for them," Merlin huffed. "Just my luck."
"Or maybe," Lancelot said, pulling away to get a bucket and a cloth for all the, ah, blood, "you could not be a muppet."
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merlin is a little bit stupid and gets himself hurt and lance takes care off him. very exasperatedly
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"You're a sorcerer." It wasn't a question, he knew what he'd seen; Merlin couldn't lie his way out of this one.
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Hopper had known of Steve Harrington from many people around town, the constant ragers being thrown at his house, his achievement in sports that– for some reason– made him a town celebrity, and his parents. The Harringtons were Hawkins, Indiana’s American sweethearts. Chicago businessman dad, housewife and mom, and the athlete son. They really were the picture perfect family to everyone. Except for the constant noise complaint calls, and the lack of any adult figure around a sixteen year old Steve Harrington. You notice things when you have seen enough cases; things that other people either don’t notice or choose not to act on.
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Hopper and Steve found family ficBookmarked by jared1
29 Jan 2026
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The moment he sees the ceramic plate rush towards his head, he knows Billy Hargrove is going to kill him. Not his dad, not a Demogorgon or a Demodog, not even that freaky Mind Flayer thing the kids said is controlling Will but Billy fucking Hargrove. He would laugh but he doesn’t have time before the plate shatters on the left side of his head.
Steve Harrington is just a guy with a heart of gold and awesome hair. And a lot of times, that heart of gold gets him into trouble. This time, he gets rewarded for his good deeds with some head trauma that changes everything for him.
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- Part 1 of Things just haven't been the same around here— Steve Harrington's Head Trauma-Centric Series
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28 Jan 2026
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They’re going to kill him.
Time slows as Wheeler adjusts her aim. She tilts her head, a singular eye closing, and Eddie does the only thing he can think of.
He steps in front.
A shot reverberates through the clearing, and he flinches. Nobody breathes. You could cut the quiet with a fucking butterknife. Eddie releases a shuddering breath and pats down his chest, hands shaking so bad that he probably wouldn’t feel it even if he were hit. He falls to his knees when they come back clean.
Nancy stands there, gun jerked high with wide eyes. She pants, swallowing thickly before fury breaks her calm. “Eddie?! What the hell are you doing-!”
“IT’S STEVE!!” Eddie shouts. His arms shake as the Demowolf bleeds sluggishly behind him. “IT’S STEVE! IT’S STEVE GODDAMN'T!!”
________________________________Or, Steve gets bitten, and everything changes.
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28 Jan 2026
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“Steve!” Dustin hisses. “You’re literally Rapunzel!”
“I am not!”
“Yes, you are!”
“How can I be Rapunzel if I’m standing right here, dipshit?” Steve fires back. “I’ve been driving you shitheads around all week! My Dad’s an asshole, sure, but wouldn’t I be locked up in some-some tower right now if I were Rapunzel!”
“But there are locks,” Hopper interrupts. “On all your windows, your clothes, your door.” Rage claws at his throat, ready to roar and tear into Richard Harrington. “Lucas said there’s no handle on the inside of your room.” Who modifies a door to trap a child?
Steve stares, slack-jawed as if he hit him. The boy closes his eyes, hands running through his hair, and the room falls quiet. “Ok,” he says after a moment. “I know how it looks, but my Dad switches to a regular handle when they leave. I’m not exactly stuck. And he only locks the door when I’m grounded!”
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Steve’s father, while often away, is very controlling. Steve doesn’t see it, and everyone else worries.
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28 Jan 2026
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The color drains completely from Robin's cheeks. “Holy,” she breathes, and her eyes find his. “Y-you’re telling the truth? You’re really a genie?”
“A Jinn,” Steve corrects, but his hands are shaking.
She flips through the contract, her brow furrowing the more she reads. She works her way slowly through the restrictions and stops on the third page. Her eyes go back to the top, disbelief growing with each word.
“Fuck,” Robin gasps, and her wide eyes find his. “A child? They chose for you to be a human child?”
He nods, throat in knots.
“So,” she fumbles. “You’ve been serving the Harringtons for eighteen years?”
“Pretty much.”
“Jesus.”
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Or, eighteen years ago, the Harringtons walked out of Yellowstone Park with a newborn and the promise of ten wishes all bundled in one. Sixteen years later, Steve picks up a bat, restrictions be damned.
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28 Jan 2026