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-Field Mouse-

By: FactorE

Chapter 3: The Perilous and the Prince

‘Eddie has a plan to make you stand out for the Prince. But is it the way you want to be seen by him?’

( I am so sorry I’m behind on this one ! Busy busy busy you know? Anywho this part of the installment gets a little…spicy? Kinda? You’ll see so now to add MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Warning: Language, Neck Kissing, and Provocative Dancing.

So be warned! Chapters may depending on the character get a tad spicy from here on so stay tuned! Working on chapter 4 as we speak and a whole new story as well!

Also here’s a little music inspo:

Play closer to the dancing! So enjoy! Let me know how your liking it! Word Count : 2.6k )

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"Y-you're the banished lord?" He stands up adjusting his dark jacket and sighs, " Indeed I am. Now what is a pretty little thing like you doing out here by yourself?" You shuffle, the back of your hip brushing against the many garden shrubs. " I shouldn't be here..." He smiles, putting a fist to his angled jaw, " and why is that?"amusement dripping from his voice. You glare at him knowing full well why. What would your uncle say? Not only were you out here alone unchaperoned but with the ONE person your uncle and friends had warned you about. "So you didn't answer me lamb, what brought you out here?" You stood warily staring at him. He quickly took a step back, " I won't hurt you I promise." You release the tension from your shoulders, if you were going to be mercilessly ripped apart there wasn't much you were going to be able to do about it, " I had to get out of there." He nods leaning against the shrubbery, " suffocating in there isn't it?" you nodded. " I never was one for all this high falutin fancy garbage myself." You look at him curiously, "Then why are you here?" He looked at you bewildered by your question, " I was invited?" You stand your ground firmly, " After what you did? I highly doubt it." his eyes widened both full of surprise and anger. "Excuse me?" he said slowly. " I heard about the incident with Miss Cunningham." He closed his mouth sourly, licking the top row of his teeth. " Oh, did you? You think you've figured me out? Think you've nabbed the supposed monster that killed Chrissy Cunningham?" He stepped closer to you becoming a lot more frightening. His eyebrows furrowed together. " I don't know what you think you might know about me but let me put it this way there are two sides to every story. Not all of us can just show up and nab a prince or princess because we really want to." You looked up at him sternly. " Are you insinuating that I am?" He laughs harshly, " Please! I took one look at ya and knew! You're here for Harrington!" You shout, "And what if I was?! It's not important now, I messed it up...not that you care." He snorts with a laugh, " What could you have possibly done to upset him? Messed up his hair?" He began to mime brushing his hair toward you letting you giggle a bit. " No...I was trying to get away from this other lord"

“Which one?”

"Hargrove."

"Man I fucking hate that guy."

" I was trying to get out of there but then I ran straight into him. I was so embarrassed that I - Wait!" You look down at your hand in horror. Your glove was gone! "Where could I-Oh no?" Eddie looks at you in hysterical disbelief, " oh..." he grins, "this Is almost to good to be true." You tear up you fall to the ground sniffling. The best night of your life was just falling apart. You debated what if you just went home, or maybe run away. Either at this point seemed to be a good option.

Eddie put a ringed hand on you shoulder. You flinched at the touch but looked up at him with puffy eyes. He smiled in a way that you could only guess was supposed to be comforting. "Don't worry Cinderella, we will snag you a Prince yet." You shook your head trying to sound rational, "how?" You whined. He pondered to himself quietly before getting a grin across his face. "Oh I have a perfect idea. How well do you play damsel in distress?" You squint in confusion as he looks at you awaiting an answer. He quickly holds the back of his hand to his forehead slightly bending his knees as if pretending to pass out. "I guess?" You said warily. He clapped his hands together, popping back, "Fantastic!" He reaches a hand out to you to help him up with a bright smile on his face. This? This was the guy that killed Miss Cunningham? You take his hand hesitantly "Now a few friends of mine work here so trust me and follow my lead and play along."

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He hated them. All of these grand balls, illustrious gardens, and tulle and satin were just boring. He couldn't say that of course but he could definitely think it. He had never really thought about attending these events. A thousand women flocking and pretending to hang on his every single word. All he wanted was real conversation and he knew exactly why he attracted these women. A couple of years ago 'King Steve' would have beaten up a guy like he was now. The old Steve would have flung himself to the first girl he laid eyes on, would have made fun of the less fortunate, and probably would have lived a very miserable life. It wasn't until he had met a young lady a year ago who set his world into perspective. That day they sat on the river and talked about life. He had even proposed but the more she truly got to know him the more she loathed him. One week before the wedding she called off the engagement. Her words still rung in his head...

" You may be wealthy but you will always be miserable and alone despite your abundant wealth."

She was right. He had lived by his family's wealth for years. Spoiled by his fathers title. After that fateful night he thought about how right she was. He reflected quite often now.

The lights went out leaving the room dark. Women screamed as everyone looked around for the source.

"What is the meaning of this?"

"What is happening?!"

Steve wandered aimlessly in the dark until he ran into someone. "Prince Harrington?" Jonathan whispered lowly. "Lord Byers, what is going on?" Jonathan shrugs glancing around, "I have no idea, this wasn't part of the plan."

A few of the candles had relit leaving the dark just a tad brighter but still holding a dark silhouette. The low lighting only offers minimal light. The piano player in white had been replaced with a man in red. His blonde shaggy hair falling around his face. A man and woman stood in the middle of the floor. Everyone's eyes stared in the direction of the two. The man was tall, his dark curled hair wildly pulled back. He seemed to be an average party goer but one thing separated him from the rest. A black Cervine mask covered his face. The horns twisting upward. The man grinned his teeth, having a sharper appearance. He took a step to the side, bowing slightly revealing you. You stood shyly looking down. Steve and Jonathan stood in horror. Jonathan stuttered, "Is that..." Steve gulped, "Eddie...we have to go out there!" Jonathan grabbed his arm before he could get much farther. Steve seethed, turning around to look at the other tired man, "Let go! Are you insane?" Jonathan shook his head, "No we have to play by his rules. What if he tried something?" Steve growled knowing he was right. The man was insane who knew what he would do. Steve and Jonathan could only stand to the side fuming and worrying.

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Everyone had their eyes on you. It was quite frightening. Eddie gently placed a hand on your shoulder giving you a subtle wink. He snapped to the man at the piano who nodded before playing. Eddie somewhat aggressively took your hand making you whimper. Whispers were shared in the crowd as you danced with him. This wasn't like any dance you had learned. It was suggestive, lewd even. You had learned so many dances but all of which were proper and with little feeling. Eddie slid his left hand down your waist and pulled your body close. It was similar to a waltz. The steps are the same at least. You looked up to him nervously, he leaned down and whispered, "Don't look now princess , all eyes are on you." He grinned. You side eyed the room and stared at a few of the individuals. Lord Hargrove stood toward the front to one side of the room. He had a toothpick in his mouth with a grin, his arms crossed tightly enjoying the show. The older man stood bewildered. The golden whiskey in his hand nearly falling from his decorated glass. Then pushing toward the front was Jonathan and Steve. Both watching in horror. Their eyes glued to every movement you made with a blush creeping upon their faces. Finally your uncle and Lady Byers clung to each other in shock. Eddie chuckled in your ear , "You've certainly made an entrance haven't you my dear?" This wasn't what you were expecting. The way everyone's eyes bore holes into your soul was frightening? You shook yourself trying to get away. Eddie stared down at you bewildered, " what are you doing? The plan is working isn't it?" You nod, "I don't want to do this anymore." You managed to pull away enough to start walking away before Eddie grabbed your arm pulling you close again. "Let go." You stuttered. He licked his top row of teeth in frustration, "No can do, I did not leave my hiding spot outside so you could chicken out on me." Your eyes opened wide in shock. Eddie took your hand and pulled your hip closer to him. He reached under your skirt causing you to whimper and panic. He tightly gripped your thigh, lifting it up and pulling it to wrap around his hip. Your face turning a million shades of red. He sipped you keeping his face close to yours with a grin. You teared up knowing he was having fun making a fool of you. "I will never forgive you..." he titled his head and shrugged, "I don't need your forgiveness lamb." He pulls you back before spinning you around to face your ever growing mortified crowd. Eddie pulled you back to his chest holding you close. You noticed the Prince seething along with the lord you had talked to earlier. They both seethed ready to launch themselves at you both. You stopped thinking when a hand slithered its way up your jaw. His middle finger resting under your chin while his pointer finger and thumb rested on the sides. He tilted your face up looking up to the ceiling only imagining how you looked.

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If Steve could have run up and punched this bastard in the face he would have. She laid flush against him. He held her face up to the ceiling, her tears cascading down her face. The light outlined the watery lines her tears had left. Eddie grinned directly at him. Steve could feel his heart practically stop. Those dark almost soulless eyes staring right back into his own. Every hair stood up watching this brutal display. Steve had heard stories of the supposed 'Eddie the Banished'. A man who became a monster. Word spread about the unfortunate becoming of the Cunningham family and it was undoubtedly Munson. How could it not be? Then it happened, the tipping point that pushed Steve. A gasp and a whimper pulled him from his internal monologuing. Eddie leaned closer to her. His mouth in an open grin making direct eye contact with him. Eddie kissed where her neck met her shoulder before licking up from the base of her neck to her ear eliciting a startled gasp from her and everyone else. He chuckled before letting her go and the room went dark again.

Moments later the lights were lit to their fullest. She was still in the middle trembling on the ground. Jonathan seethed, "That son of a-" Steve put a hand on his shoulder, "you go check on her. I'm going to find him." Jonathan nodded running past the crowd toward her. Steve adjusted himself accordingly before marching his way into the garden. His once gentle smile replaced with something more heroic and stoney. He walked away to where he suddenly heard the commotion from one of the closed off portions of the garden.

" Eddie that was dastardly!" One got yelled.

" You really should have just bit her, would've had everyone REALLY freaking out!" Another said.

"Now, now gentlemen, I didn't want to frighten her to bad." That voice. Oh how Eddie wanted to rip out the vocal cords of that voice. He took the dagger from his side slashing at the bush separating them. He would have to cordially apologize to Lady Byers before leaving. Small cuts bagan to litter his hands as he was cutting through the bush. Eddie clearly heard him backing away from the bush watching his new enemy approach from the other side. Yet another chance to play the villain this god forsaken town painted him as? Yes please. He nodded to the others as they hid and Eddie grinned. Steve exhaustedly pushed through the bush, "Munson." Eddie leaned back throwing his arms out as he bowed, " What an honor the great Prince Harrington! To what do I owe thee the pleasure." Steve rolled up his sleeves aggressively, "No more games, Munson. You know what you did. Taking a young woman's honor!" Eddie crossed his arms with a laugh, "oh no fellas! I destroyed a woman's honor! What an atrocity! Someone come arrest me!" The others laughed only angering him more. "What made you such a miserable person?" Eddie lean in with a sneering grimace, "when you all painted me as a murderer." Steve stepped closer to him, "it was deserved." Eddie stood in shock, mouth slightly agape in anger. Steve turned on his heel before storming off.

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You stared at the floor in horror. Your whole body trembled. Honestly you just wanted to crawl in a corner and die. A set of hands reached out to hold your shoulders, "Get off me!" You yelled. The hands shook you gently, " My lady.." you looked up, tears still in your eyes, "Lord Byers?" You muttered. He helped pick you up off the ground. He took your hand and gently put his other hand on your back, escorting you away, " are you alright?" You shake your head and he sighs. "I'm so sorry this happened. I promise you we meant no ill will-"

“It's fine my lord but as of right now I would like to go home if you wouldn't mind." He stutters, "o-of course..." he trails off. When you reach the front door your Uncle, friends, and Lady Byers. They frantically talked between one another until you entered the room. Lady Byers pulled you in for a tight hug, " my dear, I can't apologize enough. We were some of the few who didn't believe in the stories." Your uncle nodded, "not until now... I suppose we should be getting home." The Byers bowed slightly and the lady of the house spoke again, " I hope my son may be able to see you again. I know he would love to show you some of his paintings." You nodded hesitantly as your uncle escorted you out of home and back into the illustrious carriage where you sat in Nancy's arms and wept little did you know all the eyes staring at you adoringly

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"Well she must be something real special if the freak wants her, sure why not?"

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" I need to give her this glove back..."

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" These boys need to be taught, what she needs is a man."

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" Maybe, I don't have to be alone anymore...finally,someone who might believe me.

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" I could paint her radiant smile for hours."

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"американцы рискованны, но, возможно, это сработало..."

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I had a thought on a fanfiction and I need to know if it’s worth writing! I was watching princess and the frog and I got really interested in maybe writing a Stranger Things princess and the frog theme. I just wanted to know what y’all would think I’ve got really good ideas for it should I write it? Don’t think this is me saying I’m not gonna finish Fieldmouse because I’m 100% doing field mouse but I also had this idea! But I’m telling you this idea has sent me in brain Rot! Oh my God who should Hubie what do you all think?

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WHO’S READY FOR FIELD MOUSE CHAPTER 3!

Here’s the song inspo for the next chapter “The Perilous and the Prince “

#bridgerton #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #billy hargrove #fanfiction #field mouse #jim hopper #jonathan byers #murray bauman #joyce byers #nancy wheeler #regency au #Spotify

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Chapter 3 should be up tomorrow! I’m so glad so many of you are enjoying it! I really enjoy writing it and hope to write many more!

Chapter 3 is challenging and a bit spicy so you have that to look forward to with everyone’s favorite Prince and banished lord!

(Ps: on Spotify: if you want a musical inspiration for the next chapter find Bury a friend piano cover by Rousseau. Your welcome!)

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- Field Mouse-

By: FactorE

Chapter 2: Meeting Your Match

(A/N: sorry I know I promised this yesterday but college is throwing me around EVERYWHERE! Lets meet some of the men! Also feel free to reblog and like! Thank you so much for your support! Please enjoy!)

(For Chapter 1: https://the-fantasmic-fandom-library.tumblr.com/post/693933268161232896/field-mouse)

The carriage bounced down the dirt paths. You and friends shared glances and smiles. Robin nudges you gently with her elbow, “ You know who I heard was coming?” Nancy and you shook your heads slightly. She smiles and leans closer to you both. “The banished lord.” Nancy gasps as you sit there confused.”It can’t be…” Nancy mutters. “I’m sorry, the banished lord?” Robin looks at you completely dumbfounded, “you haven’t heard? Apparently he’s some kind of monster!” You laugh, “that has to be the most insane thing I’ve ever heard.” Nancy touches your elbow, “It’s true! I heard he attacked a woman last year. Miss Cunningham!”

“Now ladies,” your Uncle spoke, “Rumors are unbecoming.” The other two sat back keeping their eyes lowered to the floor of the carriage. You tilt your head looking at him, “Do you know anything about this uncle?” He takes off his gold rimmed glasses with a sigh, cleaning them with his dark heavy coat, “ I know what they say but, not what I would deem as truth.” Nancy, Robin, and yourself lean closer to him hoping for answers. He takes note of the three of you, “What are you all-fine fine-but again realize these are just rumors.” You smile to the others,”Uncle Murray has always been a fantastic story teller.” Robin smiles leaning back in her seat crossing her arms, “this I gotta hear.”

Your Uncle leaned forward raising his arms before spinning his tale, “A couple of years ago a party was held at the Carver Estate. A grand ball to hopefully commemorate the illustrious engagement of Mr.Carver and Miss Cunningham. I was attending so I may write about the lovely event. The night had gone swell until…” he paused. Nancy grabbed your arm looking frightened , “what happened?” Your uncle smiled devilishly, “A scream was heard out in the courtyard. Everyone rushed to see the commotion, myself included. When we all got outside, poor Miss Cunningham was lying in a pool of her own blood.” Robin nodded, tapping her foot nervously. Nancy’s grip tightened on your upper arm as your eyes went wide, “what then…” he raised a hand to continue, “A young man was atop of her. I knew this boy and his uncle well. They weren’t really noblemen but most everyone in the town loved Wayne…but with him came Edward.” Nancy gulped softly, “ The freak of Hawkins?” Murray was about to say something but Robin threw her body forward, “that’s right! They say that that night he lured her from the Carver Estate and drained her of her blood. As he stood over her blood pooled from his mouth like a lion with its prey. Apparently he had fallen deeply in love with her so, if Eddie couldn’t have her then no one could. After the incident he fled hoping God would never find him. His uncle moved away never to be heard from again but ,there’s been a rumor about tonight, I heard it from one of my governesses. They say he shall be there..” She leans in closer as you and Nancy clamor together, “ready to strike again. To lure some other sweet young lady…” She quickly grabs Nancy and your arms without warning, “AND DEVOUR HER!” You both scream making Murray and Robin laugh. “You my dear have quite the knack for story telling.” She bows to the best of her ability in the carriage, “Thank you sir, gotta find something to do rather than practicing my scales.”

A knock on the outside of the carriage alerts the four of you. You looked to the door as Murray leaned out the window. The man from the top of the stagecoach calls, “My lord, we are approaching the Byer home.” “Thank you Sam, always greatly appreciated!” He smiles before turning to you three, “ Now, a couple of things: Number one, If someone asks you to dance, do it. You never know where it may end up. Two, don’t be alone with any gentlemen, it looks bad. Finally, I don’t want to confirm rumors but, I will say men can be tricky and deceiving. If you at any point feel uncomfortable come to me. I want you ladies to enjoy your night but please be careful.” You all nod excitedly as the carriage pulls to a soft stop. You hear the footman approach the side of the carriage opening the creaking door. Murray stepped out of the carriage with a groan. He stepped to the side of the door offering a hand, “Come ladies.” Nancy smiles looking back at you before exiting outside of the carriage sweetly taking Murray’s hand. Robin followed suit ignoring Murray’s kind gesture. He blinks harshly for a moment feeling as if he had been snubbed. Then finally you exit to see the grand estate.

The manor was much larger compared to your uncles. The hill it sat on offered beautiful views of the surrounding hills and dissenting valleys offering excellent opportunities for painting. The manor was surrounded by large brownish red brick walls and white gated windows. A small courtyard stood by the right with beautiful roses and hyacinths adorning the lawn. The white paint that lay on the trim of the house had the smallest bit of gold leafing within it. A dark blue velvet floor runner ran from the end of the driveway to the large arched front door of the home. Lit lanterns laid on the ground and were scattered amongst the trees. It truly was a magnificent scene. It was as if the home were trying to interpret their own version of the night sky. A lady in a royal blue dress stood by the door greeting others as they walked in. Her dark hair pulled back elegantly with a gold brushed clip. Her deep brown eyes are full of life and wisdom. She carried herself with strength and poise as well as the beautiful smiles lines that had been etched into her face signifying a happy and joyous life. A taller younger man stood next to her. His russet brown hair kept neat with a few hair disobeying strands the copious amount of gel put into it. His eyes deep just as the woman’s next to him, he wore an Aegean blue suit with buttons a sharp gold contrasting the coldness of the blue. He looked a tad weathered despite his still youthful appearance. A slightly younger boy stood with them. His dark hair disheveled as he stood with a small book in hand. He seemed clearly uninterested in the event.

The four of you traversed up the carpet where you all were met with a smile from the woman. She smiled holding out her arms, “Murray it is so good to see you again my old friend.” He smiles giving into her gentle hug, “Indeed it has been a while.” They laugh for a moment before she pulls away with a gasp holding her hands to her mouth. She quickly moves them and beams, “this must be your niece I’ve heard so much about.” Murray pulls you forward as Ms. Byers looks you over, “Well I think the dress I picked out looks quite lovely but I think the lady is even more so.” She pulls you into a hug. You look up to see the older boy staring at you. His eyes gentle. He notices you staring back before averting his gaze with a hesitant blush. You pull back as she inspects you over, “yes this looks quite nice. If you need anything else please don’t hesitate to ask. I didn’t get the joys of dressing up any girls,just two boys.” She smiles widely, “speaking of which.” She steps aside holding out her arm to present the two boys. “The youngest is Will. He-Will! Put your book away!” She scoffs. He rolls his eyes, “why does it matter? It’s not like I’M looking for anyone?” She was about to say something when you asked, “are you writing in it?” He nods Haphazardly.

“I write sometimes, yes?”

“What do you write about?”

“It’s weird you wouldn’t like it?”

“Try me.” You cross your arms. He sighs, “I like writing about fantasy novels. Dragons, Wizards, Monsters, you know that kind of thing.” Your eyes went wide, “Have you read The King of the Golden River?” His mouth hung agape before he started up, “Have I? It’s what inspired me.” As the two of you rambled on, Lady Byers glanced between you and Jonathan. He smiled softly as he coughed. “Oh and this.” She places a hand on his upper back bringing him closer to you, “this is my eldest Jonathan.” He dips his head slightly, “it’s a pleasure to meet you ladies.” He offers his arm to you avoiding eye contact as much as possible, “it would delight me if I could, um, escort you in.” You nod, taking his arm and looking up at him, “Thank you Lord Byers.” He smiles off to the side leading you into the ballroom.

It was quite large with grand white walls and candle lit sconces. Gold accents hung around the room with variations of blue. You looked around the room in awe not noticing the adoring smile of Jonathan next to you. Watching you in awe was so innocent and perfect. “Admiring the room?” He chuckled. You shook your head, “I’m sorry my lord , the room is indeed beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like it. I’m sorry I have an interest in the artistic design of architecture.” He nods, “ I understand completely, I used to paint some of the scenery of the house.” “Really? I must see them sometime. They sound quite lovely.” He blushes slightly, “but of course Miss Y/N.” As they two of you walked in, another man walked and aggressively bumped into Jonathan. Jonathan was taken back and turned to him, you followed. A man with honey curled hair smirked. His bright blue eyes finding every secret in your soul. He licked his lips with a smile staring at you before turning his attention back to your escort with a slight bow. “You should watch where you're going Byers or maybe I should show her what a real man is.” You felt the arm that escorted you tighten, you looked up to see Jonathan face firm and agitated. Trying to prevent an argument you pulled on his arm, “ my lord maybe we should go get a drink?” Jonathan pulled his arm away from you before adjusting himself, “ I’ll be right back.” He said firmly, walking away. The other man sauntered up to you a dark glint in his bright blue eyes, “got a name princess?” His eyes slowly rake over your body as you step back offended, “Princess?!” He snickered taking a strand of your hair gently between his fingers, “ Oh yeah I can see it a mile away. Proper, sweet…innocent.” You blushed harshly, “I think you should hold your tongue lord-“ “Hargrove. William Hargrove.” He interjected, “but you can call Billy.” He chuckled. You grimaced, “I most certainly will not.” You attempt to walk past him to get some air but he grabbed your arm tightly, you winced in pain, “my lord you are hurt me.” He scowled looking deep into your eyes, “you will not ignore me.” Just as you were about to protest another man put an arm on his shoulder. He was tall and muscular, an older gentleman with stubble on his face. His stoney blue eyes intensely staring into the icy blue. Billy released his grip on you and stared, “General Hopper how nice to see you out of your hibernation.” He grinned menacingly. The other man, Hopper, rolled his shoulders back, “Are we going to have a problem Mr.Hargrove.” Before you could hear an answer you darted for the garden. “Wait Miss!” The old man yelled. You ran out of that room. Running to the gardens. As you ran by you bumped into another man. You held your head in your hand out of embarrassment, “My lord-I-I-“ he holds out his hand. You gently take it and look up at him. What a mistake. His dark cinnamon eyes danced with light and held a softness to them. His soft jawline complimenting his roguish brunette hair. You know him. He smiled gently, “ are you alright?”you froze. The Prince. “Your highness I’m so sorry!” You bow. He shakes his hands looking around, “hey hey hey there’s no need for th-“ Your adrenaline kicked in and you beelined for the door. Your gloves sliding off in the process. He looked down at it for a moment before looking in the direction you had sped off to.

Outside the cool night air felt calm and cool. A cool summer night was a rarity around here. You looked to the garden casually walking into the garden. The colors of the flowers were highlighted by the bright moon. If only you could have enjoyed the sights, instead you wrestled with yourself on you recent interactions.. You sighed loudly, “well…that could have gone much better.”

“It sure could have.”

Your eyes widened as you glanced around the garden. No one to be seen. “W-who’s there? Show yourself!” You yelled into the night. A soft chuckle could be hear but you couldn’t pin point where. You spun around feverishly.

“What’s the matter little lamb? Did I scare you?” The voice sounding much closer. Just before you get your bearings a ringed hand placed itself on your hip as something approached behind. It leaned in close to your ear. It’s breath ghosting over your ear gently, “Boo.” You screamed, turning around backing away quickly. A man in a black and red suit stood there. His wild dark hair pulled back slightly. His eyes are an intriguing brown color. He had a tall and lanky frame and tattoos that peaked out of his suit. You hold a hand close to your chest askinging sheepishly, “w-who are you?” He laughs tossing his head back with a laugh before dramatically bowing, “ I, my fair little lamb, am Eddie the Banished.”

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YALL! Are not ready for the Eddie chapter. I’m just saying! It’s gonna be just a hint spicy and fun!!!!!!! Chapter coming tomorrow!

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Reblog if you are a fic writer who welcomes moodboards, playlists, remixes, art and any other type of gift based on your stories.

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—Field Mouse—

By Factor_E

Quick note! Hey guys so this is my first ever real fan fiction so woohoo! I’ve had this Bridgeton-esque Stranger Things fan fiction idea for a while and finally gave a go! Part 1 is a bit boring but once you get to part 2 you’ll see the prospects! I’m very excited to share this and I hope you enjoy! Finally I do not accept rewrites or changing of this story. I would love if you could Reblog or like it or heck send me a message! Finally I do not have anything to do with actual stranger things (I wished) but anywho enjoy! There will be a lot of pairings character wise! If you think someone should be added please let me know! Word Count : 1.8k

Chapter 1: Your Uncle’s Estate

You stepped your way out of the bright blue carriage admiring your uncles beautiful estate. The dark terra-cotta stairs wind it up to a beautiful chestnut door. The manor itself was small but the personality it hid was much much more grand. The large semi rectangular windows stretch as high as almost the house itself. The manor could thrive on just sunlight alone. The dusty silk curtains cling to the windows. You approach the iron gate and push it gently open. The smell of pinewood and magnolias gently waft through the air. As you climb the stairs the grand doors swing open. Your uncle looks at you with open arms and a smile, “Ah! моя дорогая племянница!” You smile with a small giggle, “Uncle Murray you know I have no idea what you just said. He chuckles, “ I know, I know, but I’ve gotta find a way to use my Russian somewhere.” You smiled, hugging the older man tightly. He smelled honey brandy and dried ink. He pulls away leaving his ink stained hands on your shoulders, “So, the courting season you must be excited!” He grins. You shyly nod, “I believe so, I don’t know, I’m quite nervous if I were to be honest.”Don’t fear young one, there isn’t a need for worry and if you are anything like your mother, you’ll be just fine.” You smile. Your mother, the diamond of her season, was sought out by many suitors. She was kind, smart, and had the most lovely singing voice. Growing up your father told stories of her. Hearing them you had always longed to meet her but fate was cruel that way.

Your uncle placed a hand on your back escorting you into the arched door. The inside of the manor was breathtaking. The dark brown woods and orange walls dance in the room. Uncle Murray’s style had always been a bit dark and odd. The house had framed papers adorned the dark orange walls. You would stop by and read them as your uncle droned on. Many of the titles stuck out to you, “Town of Hawkins Destroyed by Earthquake.” , “Russians behind mysterious disappearances?” And “What Became of Miss Cunningham?” You stood glancing over the pieces. Suddenly your Uncle coughed from behind you breaking your trance. “I see your admiring some of my writings, these are some of my personal favorites.” You looked at him curiously, “I had no idea you lived in Old Hawkins.” He smiles softly and nods, “fantastic memories and the place your parents met.” You smile, “Did you ever find someone during the season uncle?” He looked down with a soft genuine smile, “A long time ago…yes, an extraordinary woman. Her eyes like the brightest and rarest sapphires, her voice sweet like a vintage wine. If I hadn’t been such a fool while I was young she could have been mine.” You frowned slightly, “what happened?” He sighed, “You needn’t worry about that my dear, what we do need to worry about is the party we have been invited to this evening.” You shake yourself gently and look to him shocked, “tonight? Already? But we haven’t even-“ he turns to you calm eyes looking at you, “I understand but a special guest has come into town and they wanted to welcome him accordingly.” You wandered over to the one of the plush chocolate couches pondering who it could be. The fact the king would ALLOW someone to have an event before the day of presenting was unheard of. Whoever it was it must be important.

Your uncle stood adjusting on of his framed works, “Yes Prince Harrington seems to be all the rage this season but of course, could you blame them? He does seem quite charming…” You look up to him slack jawed. He looked to you crossly, “Now Y/N, a young lady does not gawk.” “Th-The prince…” He nods, “Prince Harrington happens to be looking for a match this season. I think a lady like you has a fair chance.” You scoff as he gives you a glare you pause before looking at him with a joking grin, “ please, why would I want to be with l a disingenuine, pompous, jackass.” “Language young lady!” You roll your eyes, “ I understand but uncle you have to understand word spreads even out in the country. Words of Prince Harrington spread like the blackest soot from a fireplace.Sure he may be handsome and a prince- ``'' rich don’t forget rich.” You uncle excitedly pointed. You laughed softly, hiding it behind your hand. He sits across the way from you leaning his elbows against his knees. “Look, Y/N I am in no way telling you how to catch your match this season.” He takes your hand carefully, squeezing it, “ I just want the absolute best for you and, whether that’s a lord or a prince, I want you to find love. A match of love means more to me than anything.” You smile reassuringly.

That truly was the ultimate goal. A marriage founded on love and passion. What more could a young girl want? A hand to hold, eyes only for you, and a heart so enamored with your own.You had day dreamed about this man all your life. Now you had the chance to find him.

Your uncle startled you again, clicking his tongue before speaking, “ Ah yes I forgot!” He stood up walking over to one of the chestnut tables by the wall. Atop of it was a large white paper box adorned with blue ribbon. He gently picks up the box , “You’re lucky. I had to go to the modiste by MYSELF! I had no idea what I was looking for. They asked me if I had preferred satin or cotton…How the hell should I know-it’s a dress! Luckily Lady Byers, a dear friend of mine, just happened to be there to help me.” You pondered for a moment, “Lady Byers? Wasn’t her son the one that nearly died?” He nodded with a slight grimace, “Yes and no, the young boy technically did not die but that gets a bit complicated.” He snaps, “ You know I think her oldest son Jonathan will be at the event tonight. I’ve heard he is quite the artist and quite gifted in portraits.” Your eyes widen in intrigue. You loved to paint as well. You weren't, let's say, amazingly talented but you could paint a bowl of fruit exceptionally. “I would be delighted to meet him.”

Your uncle chuckled , “ well let’s get a move on! We must be getting to the Byers estate rather soon! Lady Byers has been dying to meet you!” You grab the box as your uncle extends a hand. He leads you back to the grand foyer taking your arm. “I must admit I am excited to see your prospects. Now get dressed, your room is the second door to the left.” He guides you up the first step pulling his arm away. You turn back and smile, “Thank you uncle Murray. I appreciate you letting me stay here.” He nods, “What can I say, you are my favorite niece.” You laugh, “I am your only niece.” He waves it off, “Well what does that matter? Now hurry and get dressed. Our guests will be here soon.” You run up the stairs trying so hard not to trip and make a fool of yourself but what could you say? You were so excited. You stopped about halfway up the stairs before turning in confusion toward your uncle, “guests.” He holds out his arms innocently, “you don’t think I would let you go just the two of us? Miss Wheeler and her family as well as Miss Buckley will be in attendance with us. You jumped up and down slightly in excitement. You hadn’t seen Nancy and Robin in years. When your parents moved out of the city the only time you had seen them was here or through their letters they sent you. Knowing you would be going into marriage season with your best friends made it feel so much easier. If you couldn’t find a husband then at least you could be with your friends.

“Yes yes yes I know how exciting feminine things and what not but we can’t get anywhere if you're not ready let’s go!” Your uncle barked. You squeaked as you rushed up the stairs. You ran laughing down the hallway until you had found the dark door. You opened it with a soft creak. In the room was your large green trunks. The room was adorned with many of the oranges and browns you had seen throughout the rest of the house. A large canopied bed lay against the wall. A stand alone gold oval mirror stood in the corner of the room. Some of the glossy windows are slightly open letting in the gentle spring air . Tonight was going to be magical.

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You stood admiring yourself in the mirror. This Lady Byers had impeccable taste in fashion. Your d/c dress fit perfectly. You swayed slightly admiring the color and fit. You adjusted your jewelry making sure nothing was out of place. Your Uncle called from downstairs, “Y/N it’s a first impressions dance not the end of the world!” You called back, “All the more to be worried uncle! First impressions are important!” The sound of braying horses and galloping had you turn to your door excitedly. You quickly got up grabbing your crown and rushing to the steps. Before you could launch yourself down the stairs you stopped at the top to breathe before gracefully striding down the stairs. You tried to hold back your excitement at seeing your best friends. Robin had an emerald green dress accenting her dark blonde hair and fair complexion. She had her arms crossed looking uncomfortable. The Robin you knew hated dresses almost as much as she hated the idea of marriage. “ What’s the point?” She would say, “So I can sit around to crochet and dote on my husband? I think not.” It made you laugh; she had always been the odd one out. Nancy on the other hand wore a pale pink dress highlighting her dark hair and sharp plunging jaw. They both look up and smile at you. As you reach the bottom step you pull both of them into a group hug. “Y/N it’s so good to see you again!” Nancy beams. “Welcome back, it’s been SO boring without you Y/N. '' Robin smirks. “It’s great to see you both. I've missed you so much!” You smiled. The three of you began to giggle and chat as your uncle came up behind you and mimicked your motions. After a couple seconds you all had taken notice to his obscure behavior to which he stopped and smiled, “ I hate to break up the wonderful reunion but it would look rather poor if we were late for this event don’t you agree?” You all nod to which your uncle throws open the door to a dark wooden carriage pulled by 2 mocha colored horses. “The let’s get going!

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Well I hope you enjoyed our first chapter with Uncle Murray! Chapter two should be out within a day or so ! So make sure to stay tuned!

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