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matchingbatbites · 1 year

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Part 1

Steve visits Eddie often. He loves being around the other man, loves how kind Eddie is, how funny he is for someone who rules the dead. He seems to love making Steve laugh and is always cracking jokes that send the goddess into giggles.

Honestly, Steve spends more time than he should in the Underworld, but Eddie has so many duties to tend to, it makes more sense for Steve to come to him than the other way around.

It’s nearly a year since he met Eddie that his joy is brought to an end. Steve is summoned to Olympus, is told that his visits are sending the world into chaos.

He didn’t know that traveling to the Underworld would cut the human world off from his magic, that the plants that bloomed with his presence would die off when the connection is severed.

Zeus bans him from visiting Hades, and Steve ignores the smug look on Ares’ face, the pitying looks from Hera and Aphrodite. Not all of the gods are here to witness his humiliation, but there are enough to make him flush with shame, to have him leaving as soon as he's able to.

Aphrodite catches him before he gets too far, her hair and robes both immaculate even as tears stream down her face. “Ares told them where you were going. I tried to stop him, but he’s… bitter. Jealous.”

She takes his hand, holds it between her own. “I can tell that your feelings are true, and that Hades feels the same for you. I wish I could help you, Persephone. You both deserve happiness.”

And like a stroke of lightning, Steve knows what must be done.

He thanks her and leaves Olympus, finds the nearest gate and descends into the Underworld. Cerberus is given three loving pets as Steve passes by, heading to the garden behind Eddie’s home.

The plants have been thriving thanks to Steve’s frequent visits, the flowers are in full bloom and the plants that can fruit are full and heavy with produce. He plucks a pomegranate from its branch, and stares at it as he remembers.

The goddess had found Eddie eating one on his third or fourth visit, and the older had stopped him when he’d gone to grab a few of the seeds for himself.

“You can’t eat anything grown in this realm. You’ll be stuck here if you do.”

Eddie had looked almost sad as he’d said it, and Steve had tipped his head to the side.

“Are you saying you don’t want me around?”

“No! I mean, I would-” Eddie stopped himself, took a breath. “You don’t belong down here. This place is far too dark, too bleak. It doesn’t deserve you.”

And Steve could read between the lines, could hear what Eddie wasn’t saying. He had ignored it at the time, let Eddie be right, but now? Now Steve knows that Eddie is the only one who deserves him.

Call him selfish, but no one has ever treated Steve the way Eddie does, has cared for him so, and he wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his days in the Underworld, side by side with the man he loves.

He tears open the pomegranate as a voice comes from the house.

“Steve? I didn’t realize you were here.”

Steve turns to face him, and Eddie’s eyes drop to Steve’s hands, dripping with red as he holds the fruit in his hands. His face pales and his eyes jump back to Steve’s.

“What are you doing?” he asks, taking a cautious step forward.

“Do you love me?” Steve asks in return. Just seeing Eddie has firmed his decision, and he stands, unwavering as he watches the other man pause at the question.

“I do. More than anything.” Eddie seems nervous, but his voice is steady, and Steve knows he's telling the truth.

“If I asked it, would you let me stay? Let me stand by your side for the rest of time itself?”

Eddie steps closer, now in arms reach. “I would. I would not turn you away, even if it meant my life.”

Steve’s eyes don’t waver from Eddie’s as he scrapes a handful of seeds from the fruit and shoves them in his mouth.

The juice is tart at first, but is followed by a delicious sweetness, something that reminds Steve of Eddie himself, and as he swallows, Steve can feel the shift within him.

Hands grab his face and the fruit falls to the ground as Steve grabs Eddie in return, both meeting in a desperate kiss. Magic flows between them, invisible threads tying them together in a bond so concrete, even the Fates themselves could not cut them.

They pull back after a moment, and Steve’s eyes drop to the red smear across Eddie’s mouth, something that is surely mirrored across his own.

“My wonderful little goddess,” Eddie mutters, awestruck as he places another kiss to Steve’s lips, more tender than the last.

“You're stuck with me now,” the goddess responds, sending them both into giggles, and yeah. It feels good to be selfish.

(Later, Steve will cut a deal with the rest of the gods. He will come back for half a year at a time and tend to his duties, leaving his beloved twin Demeter in charge while he’s gone, in exchange for Zeus’ blessing to have children. Zeus will have no choice but to agree.)

Tagging @stardustonpages because they respectfully asked for more <3

#Im not specifying other gods but i did have characters in mind while writing them #The only thing ill confirm is that Robin is Demeter #Dustin is Zagreus and Max is Melinoe #I’m not joking when I say I think they grow them in the garden in the Underworld #They just grow two babies like plants and they’re fucking cherished #They come into the world screaming and covered in dirt #and Hades and Persephone experience love at first sight all over again but different #hades and persephone au #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #stranger things #joey writes #listen i know i posted the first part yesterday #but yall #the muses have me tight in their grip #ficlet

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skitskatdacat63 · 7 months

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Boy King AU | Vettonso + Martian | 1.3k

There's something about putting the future emperor of the Holy Realm on his knees like this. About how easily he goes, how willingly, how obediently. What would his adoring public think if they could see him now. If they saw their beloved king pressed down like this, in the cramped space between Fernando's legs. When they realized their little boy king took it like he was a little concubine instead.

Fernando's bitterness is lifted away in moments like these, like taking off a heavy cloak on a winter's day. It was hard to feel humiliated about his own situation when watching Sebastian debase himself like this.

He always gives himself up so easily. When Fernando threaded his fingers through his thick curls. When he pulled them, and then when he pressed his face down further down into the vee of his legs. Sebastian rubbed his cheek into the coarse fabric of Fernando's breeches and blinked up at him. Fernando had to smother an embarrassing sound; he was just like a little cat!

Sebastian quirked his lips up into an odd little smile and slightly rose up on his knees, "What's funny?" Fernando swallowed lightly and schooled his face back into being impassive, "Nothing. As you were." Sebastian simply smirked at him and let himself be pushed back down by the fist clenched in his hair.

Fernando scoffed internally, there was only so much pleasure in putting the other man in his place when he instead acted like this, this degrading action, was his birthright. He took to ruling and indulging in carnal pleasures as if they were of equal gravity. To be privileged to hold such high station and also let himself be taken apart like this…Fernando felt embarrassed for him.

He is dragged away from his musings when Sebastian moved to settle his hands in Fernando's lap, clutching his hips over the fabric and slightly squeezing; Fernando fought against the urge to shiver. Sebastian pushed up the skirt of Fernando's waistcoat and smoothed his hands over the opening flap of his breeches.

His eyes darted up at Fernando again, a daft smile on his face. Fernando scowled at him, "What?" Seb's grin sharpened, "You could stand to be a little more gracious. This is your future emperor, and future husband might I add, kneeling for you on this dirty, depraved, derelict- ah–" Fernando tugged on his hair again and hissed, "Well then, why don't you show me how eager you are to perform your marital duties?"

Seb licked his lips, completely unconcerned by Fernando's annoyance, and unbuttoned one side of the closure to Fernando's breeches and moved to open the other–

The door to the carriage flew open, arrival announcement dying on a wheezing breath as the servant took in the image the two kings made. One splayed across the seat, exuding power, the other kneeled, debauched, between the former's legs.

One would be hard pressed to determine which was higher on the totem of power and titles.

There was something gratifying about this to Fernando, about being caught. He had been humiliated enough throughout the entire courtship, what was one more thing? And, certainly, what was one more thing if he could drag Sebastian down into the dirt with him.

"Oh Mark, don't act so abashed! It's nothing you haven't seen before, in fact, we have been in this very position not even a fortnight ago!"

Oh. Yes. That.

It was hard to be completely pleased when he remembered how Sebastian had already spent years prior to their engagement sampling the palace's ample selection of fellow high-born men. And how all those men seemed to be completely and utterly wrapped around his little finger.

Fernando released his hand from Sebastian's hair as if it had burned him. He did not understand why he felt ashamed with Mark looking in on them like this. Fernando was the one marrying Sebastian, not Mark; Mark was just a lowly courtier who had the esteemed duty of spending practically every waking hour with the brat…something he himself was decidedly not looking forward to.

Sebastian stayed kneeling, staring impassively up at Mark, still fiddling with the clasp on Fernando's breeches. Fernando gritted his teeth and looked up from where he was watching Sebastian's clever little hands; Mark stared back at him placidly.

Mark's indifference made the entire situation worse. Fernando now felt as if he was not doing anything unique, not doing anything particularly new. How many other men had Mark caught Seb with in this exact position? Fernando felt like he was just another plaything of the boy king, soon to be boy emperor, except his position was forever, permanent. He was the "Kept King", the king who only kept his throne due to the whims of a boy who doesn't even understand what power is.

Mark coughed, "Well," he says, "Your Majesty, I do believe you have a meeting to attend." Seb pouted at him and whined, "We were just getting to the main course," but still braced himself on Fernando's thighs and got up off the carriage floor.

Seb pranced down the steps Mark had placed next to the carriage, miming tripping sown the stairs, snickering when his action made Mark reflexively reach out to grab him, and then playfully skipped off the final step.

Fernando couldn't help but stare as Mark made the weirdest grimace in response, and he inexplicably felt all his mortification seep away from him. Huh. Maybe Mark is-

Seb then turned around and frowned at him, seemingly disappointed, but his eyes are deceivingly sharp, "Fernando, I regret to inform you that I have other duties I must attend to, you will simply have to wait." He then grinned up at Mark next to him and giggled as the other man stiffened when Sebastian looped both of his arms through Mark's.

He leaned all his weight on the other man, Mark not so much as shifting his weight, "Oh Mark, won't you carry me back to the palace? I'm so very tired after all the horse riding," Seb looked up at him imploringly.

Fernando observed as Mark rolled his eyes and shrugged off the man, though notably not pulling his arm from Seb's grasp, and he got the distinct feeling that this exact scene had been played out countless times before.

Fernando clenched his jaw as he watched Seb turn and saunter off, Mark trotting alongside him like a loyal dog. Fernando was supposed to be the unaffected one in this partnership, the unflustered one, the unconcerned one. And yet here he stood, in broad daylight, in a foreign kingdom, on the steps of a carriage with his breeches half unbuttoned and his cravat in disarray.

He heard a cough from beside him, jolted and looked to the side. Sebastian's loyal Horse Master stood there, lounging against the side of the carriage. Fernando had forgotten who had even been driving the carriage in the first place. After Seb has let himself be pushed down, his hair still windswept from their ride together, everything else seemed to fade away. His thoughts were reduced only to how he could mess up the younger man's hair further.

Jenson grinned at him wolfishly, and casually crossed his legs, "First time?" he inquired. Fernando glared at him. The other man laughed openly at him, "What? He's a busy man with big prospects. You're not his majesty's only conquest, you know. Now your throne on the other hand…"

Fernando seethed, it was one thing to be humiliated by the future emperor, but to be patronized by the king's horse boy? No. It would simply not do. He closed his eyes in annoyance, pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaled, and prepared a speech about how he was not about to be talked down to by a man who didn't even have a throne to speak of!

But when he opened his eyes again and opened his mouth to begin his tirade, Jenson was already wandering away to tend to the horses. Dios mío, Fernando was not mentally prepared to spend the rest of his life with all of these impertinent morons.

#i love how i kept saying to people: no no i shant write any fic for this. only art.#me like two weeks later: hey guys :)#this is just: i was sitting in class and had a drawing idea but then im obv not drawing *this* in class so my brain went into narrative mod #not exactly 'baby's first ficlet!!!' but moreso ive not written in a while so i hope its alright???#but aaahhh this was actually pretty fun!! idk i think it was bcs i was also being brainrotted by the image of seb kneeling....#maybe ill draw it. but it felt like something that needed the context of narrative and not just oo here is a drawing!#anyways you can always ask me for a directors cut-(PLEASE PLEAE BEGGING PLEASE)#see this is why im not cut out for writing fic #its not like i dont think it can speak for itself. more that im just an overly reflective person who wants to explain all my thoughts #if i wrote fic itd really be just: chapter 1. chapter 1.5 chapter 2. chapter 2.5 #anyways i think its pretty obvious but this is before their wedding and just like peak bitterness.#well not peak. peak would be the first year- first few months of their marriage #but this is fernando who is only just realizing how naive all his expectations of seb were and getting a glimpse of his future #but mostly: mindgames and power play and: whos actually really winning?#also my god jense is literally the best chara in this au. he is vibing and basically just witnessing ye olde reality tv #mark and fernando are always in a weird powerplay with seb(even if seb isnt even consiously doing so) and jense is just free from it all #hmm now how does one go about tagging fic #vettonso #f1 fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #f1 #formula 1 #martian #sebmark #also idk why im always so concerned abt tagging when im basically just writing this for my little boy king following i have somehow formed #hahaha! it is art to me!:#catie.art.#boy king au

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frankenjoly · 7 days

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We live like no tomorrow

“You’re not gonna let me smoke, aren’t you.” Shoko’s voice sounded unequivocally exhausted, and even her small smile had tiredness written all over. “Nope.” Upon responding, Utahime didn’t get surprised when finding out she sounded pretty much the same. After all, doing everything had taken them… actually, it was better not to count the hours. “Had to try anyway.”

for jjk sapphic week day 3: hurt/comfort

have a tiny post-shibuya shokohime thingie (in the only way i can actually tackle shibuya lkjlkjdlkj)

Read here.

#shokohime #ieiri shoko #iori utahime #jjk shoko #jjk utahime #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #my stuff #clau stuff #ficlet #3x1 drabbles for this event #and i'm very satisfied with them tho #anyway baby's first proper solo shokohime

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entguarde · 1 year

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“Merle, I am curious,” the neatly tailored man said, moving forth a pawn. “You do realize that in every meeting, I will kill you, right?”

“I mean- yeah I kinda figured that out the second time,” Merle shrugged with a chuckle, moving his last rook forward and taking the pawn. “Doesn’t seem like you’re gonna stop anytime, either.”

He stared at the dwarf, eyebrows furrowed in thought. “You… wouldn’t be wrong,” taking his turn, John took his opponent’s piece with his own king. The last of Merle’s remaining defensive pieces. “But you do realize with every parley, you’ve put yourself into this- this vulnerable position, right? You’ve willingly stuck yourself with me, and you know how this ends. But you don’t stop, how come?”

Merle paused, a grin spreading across his face. “Y’know you’re not the first person to ask me that, right? The whole putting myself in this situation kinda thing.” He turned to the window, staring into the never-changing sunset. “At one point Cap’n asked me what my idea was in joining an expedition where I’d be stuck with whippersnappers for two months- well, at this point I think an eternity, but you get what I mean.” he turned back to John and stared at the chessboard. The meeting would end soon. “You wanna know what I told ‘im?”

“Well- I suppose?” With every word, John only seemed to become more intrigued yet confused.

“I told him that no, I wasn’t gonna be stuck with them for two months,” he turned to the board, a determined grin stuck to his face. By the time John realized what Merle - down to his king - was about to do, he knew the game was already over.

“I said they were going to be stuck there,” the dwarf grabbed his king, toppling over John’s piece. “With me.”

#ent writes #stolen century #taz balance #taz balance spoilers #john hunger #merle highchurch #AYYY BABY'S FIRST FICLET

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jpeg-dot-jpeg · 2 years

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The lights of the city twinkled below them in a patchwork quilt of streetlamps, glowing windows, and neon signs. In the distance, Clark could hear the shrill wails of ambulances and police cars, but the damage was minimal and the casualties few. The three of them were just waiting for Barry to return from his third sweep for emergencies before they could debrief, write their reports, and go home.

If he searched for it, Clark could make out the high pitched whizzing noise characteristic of the Flash in motion, blanketed by a million ambient sounds; the buzz of electricity, the hum of a million breaths, pagers beeping, cars rumbling, food cooking, bits and pieces of people’s lives snapshotted in the imperceptible ripple of waves through the air.

Next to him, Diana’s was a low, steady wave, feeding Batman the few scraps of intel he didn’t already have. The words slipping out of her mouth in their smooth alto occupied his attention until-

bee-boop bee-boop bee-boop-bee-boop-bee

The ring of a mechanical melody jarred Clark out of his reverie. Clark blinked. The strange 8-bit chorus continued to play, soft enough to escape the notice of his colleagues.

The sound of video game jingles was becoming more and more familiar to him these days, filling shops and living rooms, often accompanied by the delighted cheers or defeated groans of children. But as far as Clark could tell, there weren’t any children at the top of the insurance building they were currently loitering on.

In fact, if Clark didn’t know any better, he’d say the noise seemed to be emanating from Batman. With his cape wrapped all the way around him, a huge swath of black fabric concealing his body and the numerous weapons no doubt stored on it, the source of that noise was hidden from him. And while it was common to hear an alert or signal beeping a warning from somewhere on his body, those alerts didn’t come in the form of music.

“Do- do you guys hear that?” Clark interrupted, possessed by the need to understand where that noise was coming from.

His two companions went silent, listening intently for anything unusual in the night around them.

After a moment, Diana replied, “Are you talking about that music?”

“Yeah,” Clark answered. “What is that?”

“Oh,” Batman said in that rasp of his.

Then he peeled back his cape, parting the black curtain of it to reveal a child curled up at his feet.

“Say hi, Robin,” Batman instructed the boy.

“Hi,” The boy obliged, glancing briefly up at the superheroes above him before immediately returning his attention to the Gameboy clutched in his gloved hands.

Clark and Diana stared for a moment in stunned silence.

At first, Clark wondered if he might be hallucinating. Then, his mind rationalized that perhaps this was just a victim being cared for under the watchful eye of Batman before he could be taken back to his family, or wherever else he belonged.

But then he processed the colorful costume the boy wore, the domino mask covering his eyes, the way he was sat crisscross-applesauce between Batman’s boots, leaning comfortably back against armored shins.

The cape was lowered back down, hiding the boy from view and returning Batman to a shapeless blob.

Diana was the first the gather her wits back up.

“How long has he been there?”

Batman’s face betrayed nothing. “The whole time.”

“The whole time we’ve been on this roof?�� Diana clarified, incredulous.

“The whole time we’ve been in Metropolis.”

Clark’s jaw dropped. Surely, if Batman had been carting an elementary schooler around all night, he would’ve noticed.

Right?

Barry chose that moment to flurry up the side of the building, appearing next to them less than the blink of an eye. “Hey guys. We should be good to go for tonight. Someone should check back in in a day or so to make sure everything is resettling, but there isn’t anything else for us to do tonight.” Then he took in Clark and Diana’s flabbergasted expressions and Batman’s unwavering impassivity. “What’d I miss?”

Clark pointed at the bottom of Batman’s cape and said, “Show him.”

When the fabric parted a second time, he half expected to see an empty space where the boy had been. But sure enough, there he was, tapping away at the gaming console. He peered up at Batman from the ground and asked, “Is it time to go home?”

“Not yet,” Batman replied.

“Okay.” Then the cape dropped back down again.

Barry cocked his head to the side, staring curiously at Batman. “Where did you find that kid?”

“The circus.”

“What?” Clark exclaimed, thoroughly bewildered.

“It’s not relevant,” Batman told him, as though that answered any of the questions that had been raised in the past 5 minutes.

“Is he... you son?” Diana asked cautiously.

“Hm,” Bruce replied, and Clark had no idea whether that was a confirmation or a negation. He nodded anyway.

For a moment, all four - five - of them stood in silence. Then Barry broke it.

“So... we’ll reconvene at the watchtower?”

A chorus of affirmations followed, but for an awkward moment, no one moved, everyone waiting for Batman to be the first. When it became clear he had no intentions of being the first to leave, Barry said, “...right,” and zipped off.

With no clue what else to do, Clark lifted off, rising into the air, closely followed by Diana. When they were far enough away to be sure Batman was no longer watching them, he asked her, “So was that a yes-hm or a no-hm?”

“I have no clue,” Diana replied. “We can find out during the debriefing, though.”

Clark nodded. The rest of the flight was spent in silence, broken only by Diana’s soft, melodious humming.

It took until they finally reached the watchtower for Clark to realize that it was the same tune from the video game.

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skyloftian-nutcase · 11 months

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I tortured Abel so much, it's time to be nice to him

Abel stepped outside the home, wondering what could be taking Til so long to return from the shop, when he found her lying in the grass in front of the house, head cradled in her hands as she rested comfortably and smiled up at the sky.

“Weren’t you going to go shopping?” he asked confusedly. Was she okay?

“I was going to, but Abel, honey, just look up,” she answered wistfully before patting the grass beside her. “Come lie here with me.”

The knight stepped hesitantly into the grass, hissing quietly when his bare foot found a small stone. When he reached his wife he slid to the ground, wiggling a little to get comfortable as Tilieth sighed peacefully.

“The stars are so beautiful,” she whispered, and the area grew still. The air filled with the sounds of crickets and the trickling water of the stream running through the village.

Abel glanced at his wife, a smile pulling at his lips. He found it so endearing how the world amazed her, as if she were seeing it for the first time every day. It… made him look at the world anew as well. He guessed sometimes he needed that. Turning his attention upward, he stared at the sky until his eyes adjusted better to the dark, and stars began to be caressed by what seemed to be clouds, far, far higher than any normal cloud could ever be. Specklings of dimmer stars steadily made themselves known, like little spots slowly becoming apparent over a deep, deep blue canvas. It was a new moon tonight. The sky was glowing anyway.

Tilieth’s face glowed just as brightly.

“I love where we live,” she said.

Abel found himself looking at Til far more than the sky, and his smile grew. He would forever be grateful that he had been stationed here for those few months, long enough to meet the most wonderful woman in the world. Long enough to recognize he was head over heels, long enough for her to recognize it in return and reach out to him, long enough for them to agree to write letters to each other when he moved on, long enough for all of it to culminate into this.

“Hylia has been kind to us,” his wife continued.

Abel chuckled, his hand sliding to hers and holding it, and then he looked up at the heavenly art once more. “Yeah. Yeah, she has.”

#writing #I'm listening to Harvest Moon by Neil Young and BOY #let me tell you #there are more snippets coming #comfy snuggly lovely vibes coming up #first edition is botw Link's parents <3 #this is them pretty early into their marriage #no babies yet #abel #tilieth #blood of the hero #just so I can find this and because it's about them and they're the main characters lol #should I ... should I tag people for htis #people ask to be tagged for my stories but this is a ficlet #whatever someone will notice lol

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solo-ojo-jojo · 5 months

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Just wrote about 1K of a Gilmore Girls fic. Starting out, I thought it might be a short little drabble (or multi drabble, if that's a thing), but then I was struck with inspiration. It is now 4 partially-written chapters. 😄

If only I could have this kind of writing mojo when it's something I'm writing on a deadline. (I'm looking at you, Secret Santa fic exchange)

Oh, well.

Coming soon to a web browser near you: My first Literati fic.

#literati #literati fic #rory and jess #rory x jess #jess x rory #gilmore girls fanfic #baby's first gilmore girls fic #post-series fic #ficlet

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metalhoops · 1 year

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#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things 4 #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #ficlet #steddie fic #I'm letting you guys pick #If you have anything else you really want to see #Feel free to leave a comment or I have an ask box #baby's first poll

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 1 year

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Another first kiss Steddie scenario:

Steve has gone back to wearing lipgloss. Although Eddie had never seen him wear lip gloss before and he's absolutely mesmerized. Steve and Eddie are both hanging out at the quarry when Steve whips it out to apply. Their feet were dangling off the edge as they watched the sunset.

"It's new!" Steve exclaimed happily. "It tastes like strawberries."

"Can I try some?" Eddie asked.

"Sure," Steve said and handed him the tube.

Eddie smiled, leaned over, and pressed his lips to Steve’s. He touched his tongue to Steve’s lip and gently licked off the lipgloss. Steve opened his mouth and allowed Eddie's tongue entrance, tasting the strawberry lipgloss that Eddie had licked off. Eddie broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against Steve’s.

"It does taste like strawberries," Eddie grinned.

He sat back and looked towards the sunset, his cheeks red. Steve took his hand, entertwined their fingers, and laid his head on Eddie's shoulder as they watched the sunset together.

#stranger things #eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things s4 #eddie stranger things #eddie munson lives #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfiction #steddie ficlet #a baby ficlet if you will #stedlet #steddie first kiss

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every-dayiwakeup · 2 years

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Harringroveweek Day 3-

Tonight's Grimm Story: Beauty and the Beast

"For who could ever learn to love a beast?" Billy recites in a dull, pantomime drawl, their eyes a river of untold stories buried deep beneath the surface.

"Don't... don't say that," Steph whispers, wrapping her robe tighter.

"What? Beast? That's what I am, Harrington! That's all I am."

"Stop saying it!"

"Does the word offend you? Does it scare you? Good! Go on, get the fuck out of here."

Shaking like a leaf, Steph steps into the candlelight, revealing elongated teeth and blood-red eyes. "I can't."

To their credit, Billy remains calm, even letting out a dry chuckle. "I see," they say almost sorrowfully. "We always find each other, don't we?"

Steph allows her aching mouth to curl into a sad excuse for a smile. "We aren't in the dark, though."

Billy reluctantly tears their eyes away from her and the candelabrum, uniting with the shadows once more. "Yeah? Well, maybe that's where some of us belong."

@harringroveweek

#harringroveweek #beauty and the beast au #s. h arrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #moodboard #my edit #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #i might actually write this fic #like an actual fic #not a baby one lol #genderfluid!billy #gender neutral billy hargrove #vampire! steve #beast!billy #this is my first time participating in harringroveweek!#its exciting #hope im not too late lol

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purpleturtle9000 · 1 year

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oh i've had a GREAT idea

When he hears the big double doors at the front of the house swing open, five-year-old Casey Jones jumps up and runs out of the kids' room. He's not supposed to, not until his mama or his aunt or his entle or one of his papas come to get him, but Mama's always happy to see him after a mission. She says it's the best part of coming home.

But something's different.

Papa Leo walks right by him, not noticing that Casey had his hands up, ready to be picked up and cuddled. That's weird. Papa Leo always pays attention to him.

Is Papa crying?

Casey turns to watch him go. He doesn't have his swords. That's even more weird. Papa Leo always has his swords, too.

He turns around and sees the others. Auntie April, Entle Tello, Papa Mikey... but one of his dads is missing. And why is Entle Tello holding both of Papa Leo's swords? Papa doesn't like anyone else touching them. Not even Casey, although he says it's 'cause Casey's too little, same as Mama says when he wants to hold her hockey stick. He doesn't think either of them are right, even though he is shorter.

Both of Tello's hands are wrapped around Papa Leo's swords as Casey ducks under their arm and runs to his mother. They have a strange look on their face, the same one Papa Mikey has. It reminds him of the empty houses they passed on the road here, vacant and broken.

Something's wrong, he just knows it.

"Mama?" Casey asks, tugging at the bottom of her shirt. "Where's Papa Raph? Why's Papa Leo crying like that?"

Mama looks down at him. Her eyes looks different, even though they're the same colour as when she left that morning. And she doesn't answer his question, just picks him up and holds him tight.

"What's wrong?" Casey asks, starting to worry.

"Don't ask, baby. Don't ask."

"Mama! What's wrong?"

There's a clanging sound, and Casey flinches a little, twisting around to look over his shoulder and see what it was. Entle Tello walks away from them, veering to the left and up the wide wooden staircase, both swords left lying on the tile in the entryway.

But Papa Leo went to the right. Why aren't they going after him? If he's upset, they know how to calm him down. Casey's seen it before, his papa matching his breaths to theirs as they whisper promises that everything will be okay. It's easy to believe Entle Tello, since they're never wrong about science, but Casey doesn't think it's their science that makes Papa Leo believe them when they say it.

"Mama, something's wrong!" He turns back to face her, scared now. She always tells him what's wrong, when he asks. If she's not telling him, then it must be bad. "Where's Papa Raph? Where is he?"

"He's gone, baby," Mama whispers.

"Gone where? When's he going to come back?"

"He's not."

"Why not?"

"I can't tell you right now."

She looks like she's going to cry. Mama's not supposed to cry, Casey thinks, hugging her neck and hiding his face in her shoulder. She's supposed to smile. She always smiles when she sees me.

"Mama, I'm scared," he whispers.

She turns to carry him somewhere, and all of a sudden, Casey doesn't care where, because he sees the red bandana wrapped around one of Papa Leo's sword pommels.

#it's always fun fleshing out the wify bad timeline. there's so much to cover.#baby casey is so near and dear to my heart. of course the first thing he features in is This.#rottmnt casey jones #series: when i found you i found me #ficlet

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Steddie to the tune of Maple Syrup by the Backseat Lovers

~~~I still have your picture on the wall

I still have the nightmares

Where I would have to call you to calm down

I still think about you all the time

When I step out of the shower I'm reminded of the night

When we slept in the back of your car

And you left me with a pretty cool scar~~~

It’s 3am and Steve stares at his mirror in the light from his lamp. Well the Polaroid on the mirror to be precise. It’s him and Eddie, arms around each other. Steve in Eddie’s vest and jacket and Eddie in one of Steve’s obnoxiously pastel sweaters. A purple one. He remembers that day they could not stop laughing at Nancy in Robins clothes. Why they decided to swap clothes with their other halves he can’t remember. But he laughs at the memory anyway.

It had been almost 2 years since made it in time to pick Eddie up beaten and bloodied and carry him on his back. About a year and a half since he and Eddie started calling each other to help with the nightmares. Over a year since they became inseparable. And one month and 3 days since they… well.. separated.

Then he remembers the sadness. He feels tears start to build up in his eyes. He remembers why he’s even awake at this ungodly hour. The nightmare. Is it still a nightmare when it’s heartbreak and not fear? He thinks so. It’s always about Eddie now. They used to be about a variety of the traumas he’d been through; the monster that started this, Billy, the Russians, and especially Vecna, more to the point him stumbling on Eddie’s lifeless body. He used to dream that he didn’t get there in time. Those were the ones he would call Eddie for. The reason they fell in love, their middle of the night phone calls. But now the nightmares are different. He still wakes up crying but for a different reason. He wishes he had never agreed to go to Indy with Robin when he thought Eddie was spending the day with Wayne. Now he dreams of seeing Eddie’s fucking van with Eddie and someone he didn’t know. He can’t stop seeing the stupid fucking van. Seeing Eddie laughing with some asshole in his van. Seeing Eddie’s stupid fucking face drop when he sees Steve seeing him in Indy with someone who was very much not his uncle. Someone with a dumb wife beater shirt on that he’d definitely heard of. Christ he needs to stop. He needs to stop fucking crying.

He presses his hands into his eyes. Hard enough he’s seeing those black and white wavy lines when he opens them again. A shower usually calms him down. Clears his mind. Which is exactly what he needs right now. His parents aren’t home. Haven’t been for months now so he doesn’t have to worry about waking anyone.

He starts it as scorching as he can get it. It’s as close to burning that he can stand it might be a little more than he can stand truthfully. It itches. And he scratches as hard as he can. When he stops the scratch marks throb. He loves the feeling. Then when he gets adjusted he flips the knob to freezing. It shocks his system. He feels a rush like maybe this is hurting him. Like maybe he’s doing damage to his already damaged body.

Once out he reaches for a towel to dry off. He runs it over his skin taking in his various scars. His eyes catch on a particular one on his knee. Who would have thought he would have a favorite scar.

Before he can stop himself he’s plunged into a memory. He and Eddie are giggling to themselves as the load the van with pillows and blankets. They’re smoking and drinking in the woods with the doors open to the cool fall air. Neither of them are scared of the woods anymore. Not with the other by their side at least. They’re laughing about something he’s finding it hard to remember. They kiss and they laugh until they decide to close the doors. He’s crawling up to Eddie back against the seats of the van. He’s trying to be sexy and it seems to be working. If Eddie’s face is anything to go off of. He’s smirking but definitely turned on. Eyes sparkling if a little glassy from the weed. When Steve feels a shooting pain on his knee. Looks down to see a stupid random dnd character with a sword Eddie had painstakingly painted to look covered in blood now covered in the real stuff jammed in his knee. With his weed high IQ of 10 he decides to rip it out causing his skin to rip further. He laughs which of course makes Eddie laugh. The cut was jagged and rough but they just bandaid it and call it good they’ve got more important things to do. The first aid kit was in Steve’s car they were lucky to have even found a bandaid in Eddie’s van anyway.

Back in reality he runs his finger over the scar. Still a little surprised it healed so badly. Maybe if they had actually cared about it that night it could have been helped. But he didn’t care that night and he still didn’t care now. It was a permanent mark that he had been happy. That they had been happy. That they had laughed together and loved each other.

He sighs. The shower had been a waste of fucking time of course. His mind was as full of thoughts as before. It seems these days he can’t stop thinking about everything. Even the old stuff. When he was with Eddie the thoughts about how unlovable he was were gone. They vanished the moment Eddie looked at him and told Steve how he felt about him. He never should have believed him.

He gives up on the day before it even starts. He lays in bed while he waits for a reasonable time in the morning. Then he calls Robin to say he won’t be in at work and hangs up before she can ask him how he is. She knows the answer is bad. The answer is always really fucking bad. He tosses and turns tries to sleep but fights it too. It hurts. It really fucking hurts. Not the scars or his eyes or his most recent scratch marks still red and irritated. But his heart. His chest is filled with pain and he just wants it to stop.

The next day after not hearing from him Robin comes over lets herself in with her key that was supposed to be for emergencies. He guessed maybe it was seeing as he hadn’t eaten or drank anything for a couple days. She knew he was bad but maybe not this bad. He cries when she crawls in bed with him. She says “Steve, this is it. I can’t let you do this anymore. We cry tonight and tomorrow we get up and eat and drink and get better”

“How?” he questions “how do I get better”

“I don’t know but were gonna throw everything we got and see what sticks” she tries for light but he knows she’s serious.

~~~Your purple sweater's sitting in my room

I tried to wear it, but I knew that it would smell like you

I saw you dancing at the show tonight

I stood in the back

And I think that we both know why

And I lied

When I took you on a drive

And I said I'd never speak to her

Wish I would have kept my word~~~

Eddie sits on his bed and he’s sobbing but hasn’t realized it yet. He just got home and ran to his room slamming the door not caring if Wayne was home. He had been dragged out to some place on the outskirts of town that Gareth told him some local Indy bands were gonna be playing at. Something, anything to get him out of his house. But that’s where he saw Steve.

It had been one month and 11 days since he had seen him in Indy. He doesn’t think he will ever get Steve’s face out of his head. At first it had been surprise but when his gaze panned to Eddie’s passenger it turned sour, betrayal and sadness overcoming him. Eddie had frozen. He didn’t know what to do how to explain himself. He wishes he would have kept his word.

His mind jumps to the memory of his promise. The one where he told Steve about Rick his toxic bordering on abusive ex. someone he told Steve he would never see again. Not on purpose for his part. He had only gone to his house when the Chrissy thing happened because he knew Rick was locked up. He told Steve about the disgusting things Rick would say and sometimes do to him and then the gifts he would give Eddie and say he was sorry and it wouldn’t happen again. About Rick’s stupid seashell necklace and eternal wife beater shirt he never took off.

It started when Rick sold some weed to Eddie. The next time Eddie came asking Rick said he could make him a deal if he caught his drift. Eventually they were trading rough almost hateful sex for drugs on the regular but eventually that wasn’t enough for Rick so he had Eddie start his own dealing. Rick had this pull that Eddie couldn’t get out of. He had tried so many times. They would end things but Rick would end up on Eddie’s makeshift porch with some stupid bullshit gift and a sweet nothing and Eddie would be right back where he started. Eddie told Steve how much of a spell Rick had over him how he was scared to face him again because he was like a magnet Eddie couldn’t resist. Much to Wayne’s dislike. Not for his sexuality, which had surprised Eddie a little, but of Rick. Wayne always told Eddie he could do better than that lowlife. Hell he was right he managed to snag himself Steve Fucking Harrington. Before he blew it to shit.

He remembers Steve kissing him and comforting him. Telling Eddie that he would never say anything like that to him and he would never touch him like that in a hurting way. Eddie didn’t think other than monsters or Russians Steve was even built for a bad touch anymore. He knew about his past with Jonathan and Billy to Eddie those were justified but even Steve had said he had regretted it so much.

Shaking himself out of it he realizes he’s been crying for at least a few minutes. He breathes deep and tries to stop. He glances around his room his eyes landing on Steve’s purple sweater. He had been denying himself of wearing it. He didn’t want to lose the Steve smell. The fancy shampoo and Farrah Fawcett hairspray he was still using. The slightly musky cologne Steve wore. The scent was slightly marred by his own tobacco smell after they swapped clothes that day. He smiles a bit at the memory but it doesn’t last. It wasn’t his most Steve smelling item that was the yellow sweater in a box in the top of the closet. So he grants himself permission to touch the purple sweater. After all it’s close enough to grab off his dresser. He holds it in his hands and up to his nose and inhales the sweet musky smell. It’s relieving to smell. He can’t believe there was a time when he didn’t have a limit on smelling Steve he just knew it would be there forever.

He thinks about the Steve he saw at the bar. He was slightly skinnier maybe that was his imagination. Maybe he just knew Steve had been punishing himself again as if he should be the one who needed to be punished. He knew he hadn’t seen Steve’s car at his job when his usual shifts were. He knew he probably wasn’t leaving his house. Even when Eddie did see Steve at his job he didn’t do anything. Say anything. Eddie as always was a fucking coward. He definitely saw his hollower cheekbones and he hates himself for it. He hated himself for hurting Steve. He watched Steve dance with his eyes closed a hint of a smile on his face and a beer in his hand. He looked almost peaceful dancing to the music. Eddie had stayed in the back not wanting to even make Steve aware of his presence. He just watched as the music played. But then the bands changed and Steve opened his eyes. Luckily he didn’t see Eddie. He kept watching as he rolled his head on his neck and stretched a bit. What Eddie didn’t see was Robin. She had seen him walk in immediately. With her and Steve’s bizarre connection she was probably acutely aware of anything that might hurt him. And seeing Eddie would definitely be on that list. She had probably dragged Steve out, bribed him with a drink and some music and probably wasn’t expecting Eddie to walk in it wasn’t his usual crowd for sure.

She cornered him at the back of the bar. “What the fuck are you doing here?” She angrily questions him.

“I didn’t know he would be here. Gareth dragged me out here. I’ve been torturing myself as much as he has I can tell you that” he rebuts.

She scoffs “I highly doubt that. You know him you know how bad he can get? Why drag me into it? 'Distract him this one day, Robin' so I do and how did that work out?”

He sighs and rubs his head “I never wanted to hurt him. I never meant for this. I need to talk to him to explain-“

She cuts him off “you’re not talking to him here or anywhere, coward I do see you drive by every day. Even when he’s there you don’t stop. He sees you too just so you know.”

“You’re right I am a coward does that satisfy you to know that I hate myself?” he’s raising his voice a touch to distract from the wobble in his voice.

She glares at him then sighs, “No Eddie it doesn’t satisfy me. It makes me so fucking sad. I want you to both be happy. Like how things were”

He fakes a laugh “well things aren’t how they used to be now are they?” he raises his hands in question when he sees him again. Steve is staring at them over the crowd. Robins head shoots Steve’s direction.

She looks back to Eddie “if you don’t get your ass out of here I’m going to scream and who you think people will believe? Huh? Me or you?” she looks a little sick after saying it. Like she doesn’t want to but would do anything to protect Steve.

He raises his hands in surrender and looks back to Steve who just looks like his heart is breaking all over again. Eddie backs out and leaves. Like he always does.

In his room smelling Steve’s shirt. He makes a deduction. He’s going to talk to Steve. He’s going to tell him what happened and no matter what he’s not gonna run again.

~~~

Something wakes Steve up the day after he saw Eddie again. His brain was still a little fuzzy. He’d asked Robin to give him a word for word recollection of their conversation. He tries not to flinch when she tells him what she said to make him leave. He proceeded to drink four more beers before Robin cut him off. He was already pretty buzzed when he had seen Eddie anyway. Didn’t even think he was seeing him for real. He thought maybe he was hallucinating him. He can’t even remember getting home. He figures Robin had gotten them home. His assumption confirmed by the note on his nightstand with a bottle of pills, a granola bar, and a glass of water. It reads “got your shift covered Dingus. Take the pills, eat the bar, drink the water and come hang when you’re up and around.” But he’s suddenly shaken from his thoughts when someone bangs on his door. Oh yeah he thinks something had woken up from his sleep it’s still early. He looks at his clock 7:23am it reads. He downs the pills and water. The food can wait.

He throws on some old athletic shorts and an old sweater “Be right there” he calls when the person bangs on the door again. It’s probably Dustin. Though he should probably be in school winter break isn’t for a few weeks.

He swings it wide open and rubs his eyes. It’s Eddie. Of course it’s Eddie. But he’s shocked. Why is he here? Why now?

“Hi” Eddie does a little wave. Steve goes to close the door “wait wait!” Eddie reaches out and holds the door keeping it open.

Steve sighs shakily “what do you want Eds?” the nickname slipping out unintentionally.

Eddie seems to notice he smiles a bit “I need to explain. I’m done running. Remember?”

With a slow nod he lets Eddie into the house. He leads them to the living room though too embarrassed to let Eddie see the state of his room right now. Steve sits on one end of the couch. Silently hoping Eddie will sit close to him like he used to. But he doesn’t. He sits at the other end as far as he can get on the same couch. Steve makes a motion with his hand which Eddie takes to mean he should start talking.

“I miss you.” Is all Eddie can say?

Steve sighs and rubs his hands over his face. “Is that it?”

Eddie shakes his head “No, I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

Steve just looks at him. He doesn’t know what to say. “I don’t know what you want Eddie.”

“I just want you to listen. Please?” he’s speaking softly like he doesn’t want to break Steve.

Steve nods for him to continue. “Okay I’m listening.”

He takes a deep breath “I want you to know I love you, I never stopped. I think no matter what I always will.” He continues “I didn’t mean to see Rick I promise”

“How can I believe that when you lied to me about where you were and he was in your fucking van Eddie?” Steve raises his voice

“I didn’t really lie, baby” Steve shoots him a look at the pet name Eddie goes on “sorry, it’s just. Habit. I was with Wayne. We were in Indy together. I made him go with me to get something for you. And then he made me stop so he could run into some store and” he sighs “stupid fucking rick came knocking on the van door. He was in before I even knew who it was.”

Steve looked at him questioningly and asks “it didn’t look like that. You were laughing. Your real laugh not even that fake ass laugh you do for the kids”

“Would you believe me if I said we were talking about you?” Eddie asks.

Steve gapes at him

“I know how it sounds trust me.” Eddie raises his hands in surrender “but, it’s true. He came in told me he’d heard about me crashing at his place wanted to know what that was all about. I made up some shit I really just wanted him out of the van.”

“So the laughing?” Steve urges him.

“Well, he asked what I had going. What I was doing up in Indy. So I told him” Eddie says suddenly shy.

Steve is so confused “I don’t get it. What were you doing:”

“I was buying you something.” Eddie says plainly.

“Just fucking tell me what happened Eddie. Please” Steve almost whispers.

Eddie stands suddenly pacing around the room almost making Steve dizzy.

“I just want you to know this wasn’t how I planned this” Eddie blurts he’s standing in front of Steve. He kneels. Steve’s eyes are probably wide as saucers.

Eddie pulls out a small box. A ring box.

“Steve-“

Steve stands up onto the couch almost falling over the back. “Eddie what the fuck??”

Eddie stands to steady Steve “Baby, this is what I went to Indy for. I asked Wayne to help me pick it out I also asked robin to distract you. I probably should have given her more to go on but that’s my fault.” He shrugs. Eddie tries to pull Steve down and with a little trying he gets him to sit back down.

“So this was your big joke?” Steve chokes out “the funny thing you and Rick were laughing about? You and me?”

Eddie gapes at him now “Steve no. This is not a joke to me it’s the most serious I’ve ever been. Ever. I told rick I was getting a ring. That I was gonna ask you to marry me. And he asked if I was for real. He didn’t believe me. He said I wasn’t good enough for you. That’s what made me laugh. Because I know we’re perfect together. Perfect for each other.” He’s got tears in his eyes now. He goes on though “but then I saw you. I saw your face. I kicked rick out but it was too late you were driving away. My brain stopped I tried to drive after you but then I remembered Wayne.”

Steve takes a breathy inhale “why didn’t you come home? To me? To explain?”

Eddie sighs and points at his head “Coward. Remember?”

Steve reaches for his hand and pulls it into his lap. “You’re not a coward anymore. Remember” he says in the same tone as Eddie had.

Eddie sets the box on the couch next to Steve and puts his other hand on Steve’s face. “I’m sorry I didn’t come straight to you. The whole way back I thought about what I would say and what you’d say and I psyched myself up too much.” He goes on “Baby, I love you so much I never want to spend another day without you. And I know we can’t get married for real but for me this is real. As real as any paper can say.” He drops his face to hide it from Steve.

Steve uses his free hand to pick up Eddies chin. “It’s real to me too Eds” he whispers. He brings their foreheads together. They breathe in each other for a moment. Before Steve pulls him in for a kiss. Deepening it when Eddie sighs into it. The pull apart and Steve gets a chance to look at the ring. Its plain gold its slimmer and more subtle than his father’s gaudy old thing. He loves it.

Eddie whispers “it’s engraved on the inside” he pulls the ring of its box to show Steve. “E&S”

They’re both crying but they don’t care. Eddie tries to lighten the mood a little “you never technically answered”

Steve chuckles wetly and rubs his eyes “Well you never technically asked me a question”

“Steve Harrington, will you be my husband.”

“Yes, Eddie Munson I will”

“No takebacks!” Eddie proclaims. He puts the ring on Steve’s finger. It fits perfectly. “You better tell Robin before she actually gets me killed.”

Steve truly laughs for the first time in weeks. “I will but I think we have better things to do.”

#steddie fic #steddie #steddie angst #steddie fluff #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #babys first angsty writing #i apologize #slight self harm tw #also I did write this all in one day #so please be nice #stranger things #stranger things fic

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