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[ohanahoku-ao3]

Whumptober Day 12

For this one, I've got Chapter Two of the newly multi-chaptered Fiore & Sole, previously titled Stars and Butterflies. Be safe, check the triggers via tags first!

Mature - F/M - Stranger Things

A Flower and Her Sun

     Nancy stared at herself in the mirror as she stood with her shirt off, still partially wrapped around her hands. The new lines she’d carved into her stomach stood out, red and angry against her pale skin. Placing her shirt on the sink, Nancy reached out and ran a hand over the marks gently, swallowing hard. In a single moment of weakness, she’d cut. She’d fallen right back to the habit that almost broke her the first time, and she hated it. Her stomach rumbled, and Nancy stiffened, eyes sparking with rage. Her gentle touch disappeared with the rough way she grabbed at her stomach, her skin screaming in pain as she dug her fingers into the soft flesh.

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     At the gym, Nancy handed out food with the other relief workers, watching as people’s weary eyes lit with gratitude. There were more people at the shelter every day as the ash and rot forced them from their homes. El and the government were working on it, making slow progress, but progress nonetheless. Still, with more mouths to feed at the shelter, they were going to run out of food sooner or later, no matter the promises the feds made about relief efforts. So when told to take a break and handed a tray with food, Nancy’s stomach flipped with guilt. She handed the tray back with a tight smile, uttering some excuse before escaping to the bleachers. She was hungry, sure, but what right did she have to take food from the ones that needed it? She had failed to kill Vecna, to stop his plan. She didn’t deserve to eat when their supplies were running low; she didn’t deserve to eat at all. She wrapped her arms around her stomach as it ached, and tried to tune the hunger out as she watched Jonathan pass out blankets to some newcomers.

     A lump of dread settled in her stomach. There was something else she was failing at, another reason why she didn’t deserve to eat. Things had been strained between them ever since they were reunited, and Nancy’s appetite faded away just thinking of it. Was she the problem? Were they drifting apart? Would it be best to let it happen?

     “Here, eat.”

     A mug was abruptly shoved in front of her face, startling Nancy into grabbing it automatically. She stared down at the vegetable soup before looking over at Steve as he settled on the bleachers next to her and leaned back against the seats behind them. His eyes weren’t looking at her, and when she glanced in the direction of his gaze, he was watching Dustin lead a group of kids in a rousing game of Duck, Duck, Goose.

     “I’m not hungry.” She set the mug down before wrapping her arms around herself again, leaning forward against her knees as she watched Holly chase after Dustin.

     “Well, that’s a lie,” Steve said flippantly. “I could hear your stomach growling from the other side of the gym.”

     Nancy pressed her lips together, her brow furrowing. Steve sounded nonchalant and uncaring as he said it, but she knew him well enough to hear the underlying concern, and it turned butterflies loose in her upset stomach. After all this time, after she hurt him so carelessly, Steve still cared about her. He still noticed her.

     “Come on, Nance. I know you haven’t eaten anything today.” His foot, resting on his knee, nudged her leg.

     “I’m fine, Steve,” Nancy murmured, ignoring the temptation to look back at him. “I just… don’t feel like it right now.”

     She heard him sigh before he shifted beside her and leant forward to gently place a hand on her knee. “Please, fiore. For me?” He asked softly, and Nancy had to close her eyes against the tears and memories the nickname brought on.

     Nancy giggled, trying hard not to move as Steve drew a new set of butterflies over her stomach. “Stop moving, fiore. You’re gonna mess up my work.” Steve said, grinning up at her from where he lay atop her lower half.

     “I’d stop moving if you stopped trying to tickle me!” Nancy retorted, grabbing a pillow and smacking him over the head with it until he laughed and acquiesced, removing his fingers from her sides. She laughed with him as she set the pillow aside, reaching down to fix his mussed hair. “What’s this fiore business anyway? You’ve never called me that before.”

     Steve grinned, and Nancy had a feeling he’d been hoping she would ask. “It’s Italian. It means flower.” He told her, drawing a line with a loop at the end for one of the butterflies’ antennae. He glanced up at her, a shy smile on his face. “That’s why I chose butterflies for you,” He told her, his hand brushing over her stomach gently. “Because butterflies are always found on the prettiest flower.”

     Nancy’s cheeks darkened with blush. Flustered, she responded in the only way she could think to draw the attention away from herself. “I didn’t know you spoke Italian!”

     Steve just offered her a shrug and a smirk, the smug idiot knowing exactly how his words had affected her.

     “That’s not fair.” Nancy choked out as her throat grew tight with the urge to cry.

     “Come on, Nance. When did we ever play fair?” Steve asked, reaching across her to pick up the mug, coaxing her fingers to wrap around the warm ceramic. “I’m not going to let you starve.” He told her, sighing as Nancy only stared despondently at the soup. “Eat, fiore. Every flower needs a little sunshine to feed it.” He grimaced slightly at his own words, pulling back as his gaze moved forward again. “Just eat it, please.”

     Nancy ran her hand over the new planets and stars she’d drawn on Steve’s legs, quietly contemplative as she listened to the soft whoosh-plap of Steve tossing a baseball up and catching it over and over. “Hey, Steve?”

     “Yes, fiore?” He answered, glancing down and smiling at her as Nancy’s lips stretched in a wide grin from hearing the nickname.

     “What’s the Italian word for sun?” She asked, her chin propped on her hand and her feet raised with her ankles crossed behind her.

     “Hmm, you’re lucky that’s one of the ones I know.” He told her, smirking as she laughed. “It’s sole.”

     “Sole.” Nancy echoed, her eyes lighting up. “I like it. That’s your nickname now. If I’m your fiore, you’re my sole.”

     Steve’s eyes widened, his smirk dropping away as his lips parted softly. He blinked a couple times, stumbling over his words a bit as he asked, “Why sole?”

     “Because you’re the center of every galaxy I draw,” Nancy said as she massaged the marks on his leg. “You’re the center of my galaxy.” She told him, looking up at him. She shifted to move up the bed, cupping his cheek and drawing him into a kiss that he eagerly returned, the passion mellowing to tenderness as they eventually pulled just inches apart. Nancy brushed a thumb over his cheek, her gaze on the radiant grin that she loved so much. “You’re my sole because you, Steve Harrington, shine brighter than any star I’ve ever seen.” She whispered, her eyes rising to meet his as they turned mushy-soft and misty.

     “I love you, Nancy Wheeler.” He murmured, pulling her into his arms and embracing her in the warmest, softest, and safest hug she ever experienced.

     “I love you, too, my sole.” She breathed, pretending not to notice as his grip grew tighter and her shoulder grew wet.

     The newest flood of memory had Nancy’s chest aching with longing and regret. She couldn’t stand to see Steve looking so stiff after his slip-up. He held himself so tightly, his shoulders curling towards his ears, and she nearly felt sick at the realization that his light was dimming in front of her very eyes.

     Nancy gripped the mug tighter, grabbing the spoon and purposely clinking it against the ceramic as she plunged it into the soup, loud enough to draw his eyes back to her. The relief in his eyes nearly made her cry, and Nancy offered him a wobbly smile. “Well, then it’s a good thing you’re here, sole.” She declared with considerably more confidence than she felt.

     Steve’s eyes went wide and vulnerable, and Nancy averted her gaze as she ate her soup, losing all bravado in the face of the sudden pressure in her chest. They were quiet as Nancy finished her food, neither one willing to break the silence or walk away from the other.

     Duck, Duck, Goose was given up for a game of What Time is it, Mr. Fox? and still they sat there together, letting time and opportunity pass until it was time to close the doors for the night. Then Nancy headed home with Jonathan, and Steve headed off with his bat, ready to patrol the borders. That night, they each earned a new scar, but only one of them bled.

[ditzybat]

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