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Religion! Horror! Exorcisms! Piercings! And Gerard is a priest.
Disclaimer: I stole frequently and unrepentantly from Joss Whedon and the makers of various horror movies throughout this whole series. Also I am not an expert on the Vatican or medical-type things, so please accept my apologies in advance for all the wild inaccuracies I am sure you are about to encounter. If everyone could just assume this is the Magical Made-Up Vatican, you know, like the religious institution version of those tour buses that drive themselves and don't carry anyone but the band, that would be awesome.
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1983 - Hawkins, Indiana.
The girl looked terrifying, fresh out of a slasher, and Steve had led her right into his home.
Out of everything that he expected to see in the woods that night - the woods home to old tall tales of monsters who snatched up children that ventured too close - she was the last thing on that list. A teenage girl bloodied and bruised, with a glint of something unnerving behind her eyes. It filled Steve with dread, and he was completely unsure of his next move.
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In which Eleven wasn’t the only child of Hawkins National Laboratory who escaped on that cold November night.
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This is a fanfiction story about the characters Theo Decker and Boris Pavlikovsky from The Goldfinch. I have read the book, but most of this will be based off the movie (with details that are canon in the book). I really wanted to see more of the two's deep connection in the film. I feel as though there wasn't enough buildup to their kiss, so I am here to fill in that gap!Theodore Decker, only 13 at the time of his mother's untimely demise. A demise that shook him to his core, unravelling every fiber of his being, every spindle that made up who he was. A demise that was his fault. In the thick of his seemingly never-ending, all-encompassing grief, he meets a peculiar boy with a noticeable accent and a similarly troubled upbringing who makes him /feel/.
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28 May 2026