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Final chapter of my dark fairytale, omegaverse, Tam Lin-inspired AU fic is up! Thank you to everyone who has been reading along and commenting, and to anyone who’s been waiting for it to be complete, now’s a great time to start!
And be sure to go tell @sweaty-peaches how perfect the art is! The vibes are immaculate!
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guy with poor circulation vs guy who is a human furnace. Who will win
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So… I’m migrating this blog over so it isn’t attached to my personal blog. Secondary blogs don’t give me enough to work with, so please find me here: https://www.tumblr.com/starshideurfics
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Polaroid #2
June 17th 1987
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I guess I can only draw the boys lounging in bed
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FIRST CHAPTER UP TOMORROW
Finally getting around to my Steddie Big Bang fic announcement for a late bit of WIP Wednesday. So please enjoy my super niche and self-indulgent, dark fairy tale, omegaverse Tam Lin AU: among the leaves sae green
“Come, lad. It’s better if you walk yourself, but I’ll drag you if I must.”
Steve nods, stepping down as he takes the offered hand in both of his--wrists still bound and requiring the extra stability. He keeps his mouth shut, not wanting to give up any more of himself now, at the end. Carver hops down to the ground as well, following behind as Brenner leads them both down the path. The tangle of branches overhead blocks out so much light, only for them to pass into bright sun, the sky revealed by a small clearing.
At one end an ancient yew—a death tree, like the one that stands on the edge of the village graveyard, but so much larger—looms ominously, its gnarled branches spreading wide, deadly poison in every needle-like leaf, the trunk thick and asymmetrical. Spaced around the grove are four more imposing trees: Elder, Rowan, Ash, and Oak, all much larger than any other of their kind that Steve has ever seen. Even just one of any of the five trees would denote this as a sacred space, but all of them together… It is like the green scent of the forest is intensified here, pulsing with ancient power.
Brenner walks Steve to the yew, Carver still keeping close, ready to catch him if he tries to run. Resigned, Steve has no intention of running. His fate has been sealed a dozen times over. Passing a second rope around a low branch, Brenner weaves the ends around the bonds at Steve’s wrists, creating an intricate knot that pulls tighter at the slightest tug. Palm pressed to Steve’s forehead, smearing the oil that sits over his brow, Brenner speaks slowly and clearly: “We leave this gift in humble supplication. May it please you and grant us peace and prosperity.”
Face still serene, he removes his hand and steps back from Steve with a nod. He pulls a handkerchief from his pocket, and wipes the anointing oil from his hand, casting the delicate fabric aside—he has ruined it, the oil will never wash all the way out. Then he turns, making his way back towards the path. “Come along, Phinneas. I told you, not a mark on him,” he calls without looking back.
At that reminder, Steve looks to Carver, sees the sneer on the man’s face, and is glad to watch him leave, even if he is surprised that they did not slit his throat. Mayhaps the devil and his beasts like their offerings alive. There are plenty of creatures that will only eat live prey—
Steve shakes his head, knowing that if he keeps thinking about that he will drive himself into a panic, and he wants more from his last minutes… hours? He’s sure the aldermen would not allow themselves to come too close to the demons that they have left him for, so perhaps nothing will come for him until nightfall. The sun is sinking towards the horizon, but he still has an hour, maybe more before the pinks and golds of the setting sun give way to dusk. He will calm his body and mind. Take time to think.
Maybe if he pushes himself, he will be able to climb into the tree, pull his body up onto the branch to which he is bound. If he is not left on the ground, maybe he has a chance to survive the night.
But how his arms ache! Holding them up, even if he can rest against the tension of the rope, has his muscles straining with the effort. And he can feel the blood leaving his fingers, the tingle that will soon give way to numbness. He could start trying now, but he knows he will not have the dexterity to grip the branch for long enough to get into the tree.
Steve cannot help it. He begins to pace, only able to take a couple steps in any direction before he must turn, quickly settling into walking a circle. And he mutters to himself, going over the few possibilities he has for his survival. Frustrated tears fill his eyes as the sun sinks lower and lower, dipping below the treetops and out of his sight. His frustration gives way to fear as the forest grows dark, stars winking on as the sky turns from dusky violet to deep navy blue. The sounds of creatures skittering through the underbrush, of bats flying, owls calling softly from the edge of the clearing, keep drawing his attention. Any sound could signal the coming of the devil in the wood.
But no devil comes. Every sound he turns to investigate turns up nothing. Steve has no idea just how late it is, but it feels very late. He sags against his bonds, wanting so desperately to lie down in the soft grass, but still so afraid, his heart pounding in his chest.
“Well, well, well…” a rich, velvet voice says from behind him, no other sound to signal anyone’s arrival. Steve startles, back going stock-straight before he slowly turns.
He comes face to face with a tall, elfin man, long dark curls hanging down past his shoulders, a mischievous grin on his full lips. The grin parts when he sees Steve’s face, “Oh, how the mighty have fallen. They must be terrified back in Hawkins.”
That is enough for Steve to recognize the voice. He only heard it the one time, but it is seared into his brain, the tone and timbre settling along the man’s features, fuller now, lips and cheeks redder, thin frame now lithe and graceful as he advances, instead of gaunt and gangly. It’s Edmund Munson, the last tithe, looking more alive now than he did four years ago.
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God gives his greatest battles to his littlest guys (being sick sucks 🤧😔)
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Steve & Dustin XD
available in my Society6 shop. ^-^
ko-fi
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back on my omegaverse bullshit!
"With loyalty will I... ...devote myself" on Ao3
ask me about my headcanons for this iteration of omegaverse if you want me to send you blocks of text....
happy birthday @lexirosewrites 💖💖💖
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I want a fic where Steve gets kicked out or he moves out of his parents house, or something. Eddie insists that Steve comes and lives with him but fails to mention that he lives with his uncle. For some reason, they both decide to just not tell Wayne.
So Eddie is hiding a boy in his room and he thinks they’re killing it. Steve thinks they’re killing it too. Wayne knows the entire time.
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They be doing goo goo eyes to each other!!! Heart eyes!!! Going all mushy and soft and giddy!!!!
#steddie#I am gonna come back to this art forever#That’s the mushy gooey love I need for them always#Lu has captured them so perfectly and I want to scream
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writing eddie and steve in love isn't enough, they need to be gomez/morticia levels of whipped and horny for each other at all times
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Chapter three of Build a Life with You, the omegaverse mail order bride au, is up now!
Enjoy a quick preview here, then enjoy the rest on ao3!
Angel of the Home
Steve’s nausea settles, but Eddie encourages him to take things easy and rest when he comes out to join them. Not that any of the Munsons are doing anything particularly taxing when he does; they’re spending the late afternoon talking in the front room, and Eddie keeps Steve pressed against his side once he joins them. Dustin bounces around until the sun begins to set, yawning and stretching as he visibly sags. Wayne’s just said his goodbyes, needing enough light to get home, and Eddie tells Dustin, “I think you had so much fun this week that your body needs a break. Go on and get ready for bed.”
Dustin sulks, fighting his clear exhaustion, and sits next to Steve, arms thrown around his neck. “Do I have to?” he asks, only a little whiney as he snuggles into Steve’s shoulder, his breathing already getting deep and even.
Steve looks to his husband, not wanting to overstep his bounds, but also desperate to comfort Dustin. Eddie sucks his teeth, but refrains from saying anything, simply nodding to Steve so they can present a united front without turning this into an argument. Stroking down Dustin’s back, Steve says, “I think you’re already halfway asleep, Dustin. You need to rest, and so do I. I promise you won’t miss anything exciting.”
“Pinky promise?” Dustin murmurs, looking up at Steve and holding out his little finger.
Linking his own pinky around it, Steve whispers, “Pinky promise,” against his fist the way he would with Tommy when they were still young enough and close enough for such things. Dustin grins, fighting to keep his eyes open, and Steve adds, no longer whispering, “But you can’t just come to me if Eddie tells you to do something you don’t like, all right? We’re pack and we work together.”
“All right,” he agrees, yawning again and hiding his face against Steve’s shoulder.
Eddie smiles indulgently at them both, Steve smiling back as he rubs little circles between Dustin’s shoulders. “I’ll go get the animals bedded down for the night and when I get back I can carry him up to bed,” Eddie whispers before dropping a kiss to Steve’s cheek. “Scent sharing like this should be good for you both,” he adds as he ruffles Dustin’s hair before turning to leave.
Steve hums his assent, happy to continue cuddling the pup, feeling warmth spread through his body as Dustin’s powdery sweet scent fills his nose. Dustin mumbles something incoherent, fingers gripping harder at Steve’s shirt. “Shh,”Steve soothes, “Rest now. Just relax here with me.”
Pretty soon, Steve has his eyes closed too, letting himself drift…
A gentle, “Nooo, don’ wan’ go,” mumbled near Steve’s ear wakes him. Dustin clings to him, and Steve holds him tight and buries his nose in the boy’s curls.
“I’m just taking you up to bed, Dusty,” Eddie says, gentle hand on his brother’s shoulder.
“I can take him,” Steve announces sleepily, blinking to try and focus on his husband’s face. He shifts his arms, doing his best to cradle Dustin close and get an arm under his legs.
He tries to stand, but Eddie’s hand on his shoulder keeps him down as he leans to whisper in Steve’s ear, “Don’t think that’s a great idea, sweetheart. I don’t want you to strain anything, and you’re clearly too tired as it is.” He carefully peels away Steve’s arms, omega and pup both huffing small whines at the loss of contact, and picks Dustin up, tucking him to his neck to calm him.
Steve stands, getting a hand on Eddie’s shoulder and trailing behind him up the stairs. Walking gets his blood moving, wakes him up enough that he can dig through Dustin’s small chest of drawers and retrieve a nightshirt for the pup while Eddie gets him out of his clothes. Together, they have Dustin ready for bed in about a minute, Eddie tucking him in and Steve brushing a hand over his forehead, pushing his hair back from his face. “Night,” the pup mumbles as he turns on his side and presses his face into his pillow.
“Good night, Dusty,” Eddie says from the doorway, already leading Steve slowly from the room and back downstairs.
Once in their own bedroom, Steve rests his head against his husband’s shoulder and hums. Eddie easily wraps him in his arms, a purr rumbling through his chest. “Sweetheart, you need rest. Let’s get you ready for bed.”
“You too?” Steve asks sleepily, nuzzling forward to press his nose to Eddie’s neck and drawing in his scent. No matter how tired he is, Steve dislikes the very idea of sleeping without Eddie touching him. Two nights and he already can’t imagine going to bed alone.
“Me too, Stevie.” He drops a kiss to Steve’s temple and tugs him closer.
Steve rewards him with a smile as he lifts his head and leans in for a proper kiss. “Can you help me? Too tired for buttons.”
Eddie chuckles, cupping Steve’s cheek and kissing him again. “I can handle buttons,” he says, gently flicking open the placket of Steve’s shirtwaist, revealing his lace-trimmed chemise. His fingers trace over the lace, then move up to stroke over Steve’s collarbones. “Such a pretty package for my pretty wife,” Eddie murmurs, leaning in for another kiss.
Glowing at the compliment, Steve wants to keep kissing his husband forever. He’s too tired to do so, and certainly too tired to even consider attempting more, but it doesn’t stop the wanting. “Eddie…”
“I know, sweetheart. Let’s get you to bed.” Eddie pets his hair and strokes down his back. Focus shifted, he helps Steve change into his nightgown, then strips down to his underwear to join Steve in their bed. “Wanna touch you,” he whispers by way of explanation, “Feel your skin against mine.”
Steve has the same desire, perfectly happy to snuggle against Eddie’s chest, falling asleep in the span of a few deep breaths.
#steddie#fanfic#omegaverse#alpha eddie munson#omega steve harrington#historical au#mail order bride au
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