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a-little-unsteddie · 7 months

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secrets

written for monster lovetober day 1: royalty

word count: 1.4k || rating: t || cw: suggestive thoughts at one point

hi!! this turned out longer than i thought it would wishfhebd but!! i finished it with *checks time* six minutes to spare! not edited, so forgive any mistakes.

Everyone knew that the royal family had secrets. The way they presented as the ‘perfect family’ to the kingdom had always had an air of insincerity that most could spot from the next kingdom over. It was a known fact. The sky was blue, the trees were dying, the royal family had secrets.

Of course, as is usually the case with secrets, no one knew what they were, exactly. Everyone loved to gossip about it, sure. Eddie had heard all sorts of things during his travels.

They weren’t the real Royal Family, capital ‘R’, capital ‘F’. They were clones.

They hunted peasants for sport on the weekends.

They were vampires, which honestly, Eddie could kind of see, especially with how stoic and elegant the King and Queen were, with their gazes of steel indifference.

Of course, reality was usually much less exciting than fiction, so as much as Eddie enjoyed listening to whatever theory that a commoner had cooked up, he knew the reality was likely less glamorous.

However, that didn’t stop him from being far too curious for his own good, so when the opportunity arose to visit the royal family, to potentially become a personal bard, well. Eddie simply couldn’t refuse.

He only prayed that the truth of the matter wasn’t that the royal family hunted the poor for sport.

Meeting the royal family was—not underwhelming, per say, but it certainly did not meet Eddie’s expectations. He had expected the cold exteriors from the king and queen, the seemingly flippant disregard for commoners such as Eddie. What he ^hadn’t expected, was that it appeared as though the prince didn’t hold the same disregard. Prince Stephan seemed to take an immediate interest in Eddie.

Throughout the dinner that Eddie had been invited to as the entertainment, he had felt the gaze of the prince on him. It was impossible to miss the way Prince Stephan watched him, even when he wasn’t singing or playing.

Eddie hadn’t expected Prince Stephan to approach him at all. And yet.

“Edward, is it?” The prince asked with a warm smile, sometime after dinner had been cleared away and most of the guests had migrated outside and were mingling amongst themselves in the courtyard. Eddie nodded and bowed shallowly, palms sweaty with nerves.

“Yes, your highness,” he responded, to which the prince grimaced.

“Just Stephan, or Steve, is fine when we’re in private,” he told Eddie, in such a way that Eddie thought could have been flirting if he were slightly more delusional.

Eddie looked around the mostly empty room, “And we are in private?” He asked doubtfully.

“The only ones inside now are servants,” Stephan responded, which was true. Eddie hummed quietly.

“Eddie, is what my friends call me.”

Stephan brightened considerably at that, “Eddie,” he repeated, testing the name in his mouth. Eddie ignored how it caused butterflies to erupt in his stomach.

“So, we’re friends, are we?” Eddie asked with a raised brow.

“Friends,” Stephan confirmed, eyes focused intensely on Eddie as he smiled at him.

“Shouldn’t you be outside with the guests?” Eddie asked, trying to not be overwhelmed with the attention. “The party is in your honor, after all.”

Stephan laughed softly, Eddie was immediately addicted to the sound. “These parties are for one reason and one reason only,” he said with a shake of his head.

Eddie assumed that he meant that it was for appearances, to make the royal family look good, although he couldn’t stop himself from commenting playfully, “It’s not to ritualistically hunt the commoners, is it?”

Steve’s eyes widened in shock, before his head tilted back and he laughed loudly. Eddie felt jittery from making the prince laugh so freely.

“No,” he answered after he calmed down. “No, the parties are for me to meet as many people as possible,” Stephan admitted. Eddie furrowed his eyebrows, adjusting the strap that kept his guitar on his body.

“Why?” Eddie asked, ever curious.

“Well,” Stephan started, before stopping and sighing, “it’s hard to explain, and I’d rather get to know you,” he deflected with a charming smile. Eddie saw it for the distraction it was, but let it slide, if only to express his confusion.

“Me?” Eddie asked doubtfully.

“Is this him?” A feminine voice interrupted, and Eddie looked in shock as Queen Gloria appeared seemingly out of no where. The king was next to her, looking at him appraisingly.

“Yes,” Stephan said enthusiastically, which only served to confuse Eddie.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, darling. Edward, was it?” The queen asked, a warm smile on her face. The juxtaposition between this version of the queen, and the version that had been hosting the party thus far was jarring.

“That is correct, your highness,” Eddie said, unsure what was even happening. The king looked like he might have been sniffing the air, but that would be absurd.

The queen laughed lightly, “Just Gloria while we’re in private,” she said with a teasing smile.

“What is..” Eddie paused, unsure if it’d be rude to ask what in the world was going on.

“I’m sure you’re very confused, Stephan rarely takes the time to explain things before diving head first,” Gloria said with a shake of her head.

“I was getting there,” Stephan said with a frown, crossing his arms. Eddie eyed the way the motion caused his muscles to bulge slightly, mouth dry. Stephan smirked, nostrils flaring slightly, flexing his arms a bit. Eddie snapped his gaze away, feeling his cheeks heat up.

“I’m sure you were darling,” Gloria soothed, rolling her eyes. “It won’t be long now, the guests have been dismissed, and the grounds are empty.”

“The grounds?” Eddie asked, following at Stephan’s insistence as they started walking towards the doors leading to the grounds.

“It’s more…freeing to be out here,” Richard said, speaking up for the first time, just as they stepped into the courtyard that lead to the grounds.

Eddie had a feeling he was still missing something, even if he agreed that it was more freeing to be in the outdoors, he had a sneaking suspicion that there was more to it than that.

“We have some time before the change,” Stephan said, leading the way towards benches at the edge of where the forests started.

Eddie wondered if Stephan had lied earlier, about his family hunting the poor.

“I’m sure you’re aware that we have secrets,” Stephan started, taking a seat. The king and queen smiled encouragingly, but didn’t linger. Eddie watched in confusion as they vanishrd into the woods.

“Everyone is, yes,” Eddie said, turning his attention to the prince. He sat next to him when Stephan gestured to the bench. “Not that anyone knows what the secrets are.” He teased.

Stephan laughed, a musical sound that Eddie was quickly becoming obsessed with. “I imagine not, it is a very closely guarded secret. A need-to-know.”

“And you’re going to tell me?” Eddie clarified, to which Stephan nodded.

“You need to know.”

“Why?” Eddie asked with a frown, “I can’t be so important that you tell me the day I meet you.”

“But you are, Eddie.” Stephan insisted, reaching to take Eddie’s hands in his. Eddie allowed it, staring where their hands were joined together.

“How?”

“Well…these gatherings are primarily used to find someone.” Stephan began explaining, rubbing his thumb across Eddie’s knuckles. “You.”

“Me?”

“Well, not you exactly,” Stephano admitted, “my mate. Which happens to be you.”

“Your what?” Eddie exclaimed in shock, eyes wide.

“Mate,” Stephan insisted, “you’re my mate. The Harrington family are all werewolves, my parents are mates, my grandparents were mates. You…are my mate.”

Eddie felt his heartbeat quicken and he knew he wasn’t opposed to being the prince’s mate, but werewolves? That’s the secret?

“Oh,” he breathed, unsure what else to say. He was sure his face was bright red, could feel the way heat spread from his face and down his neck.

“Oh,” Stephan—Steve? Eddie should probably refer to his mate (Was Steve his mate? Or was he just Steve’s mate?) by the name he asked him to—repeated, looking sheepish. “I know it’s a lot to take in, but I have searched my entire adulthood for you. I would have preferred to have this conversation later—but, well…my parents obviously thought I should tell you right away.”

“I’m glad you did,” Eddie said, squeezing Steve’s hands. “Tonight’s a full moon, isn’t it?” He asked, to which Steve nodded.

“I would like it if you spent it with me.” Eddie’s eyes widened.

“As in—”

“Oh! No, no, just…on the grounds with me. As my mate.”

Eddie relaxed, he wasn’t sure if he was ready to become a werewolf himself—if he ever would be. “I can do that.”

Steve’s face lit up, smile widening into a blinding grin. “Wonderful,” he said, standing.

Hand in hand, they walked into the woods to spend their first of many full moons together.

#this was a lot of fun to write!#hope y’all like it #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve’s parents #steve x eddie #stranger things #au content: royalty #au content: werewolves #werewolf!steve #bard!eddie #unsteddie writing

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sinnerista · 8 months

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Nobody asked but here it is anyway

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kyitsya · 1 year

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i just want stone to desire «john wick» levels of revenge, is that too much to ask for?

(for this to make sense, just pretend that sonic and walters came to some type of agreement)

#i was going to draw ref the whole scene but then gave up 😭#hope y’all like it #agent stone #sonic the hedgehog #sonic movie #kyitsyart

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garfield-milk · 2 years

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“Sometimes life is like this dark tunnel. You can't always see the light at the end of the tunnel, but if you just keep moving... you will come to a better place.”

― Uncle Iroh

(click on the image for better quality)

#do you ever think about zuko in ba sing se #it was probably the first time in years he felt actually happy #what did he think while serving tea to those people #god i love him #also #this was my fist time ever drawing iroh #half of the speedpaint is just me trying to understand his design #hope y’all like it #it was fun to draw #zuko #atla zuko #uncle iroh #iroh & zuko #atla fanart #atla #avatar the last airbender #zukka #yes. I’m tagging this with zukka have a problem?

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corinadraws · 2 years

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Ablaze

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny fanart #fanart #rengoku kyōjurō #rengoku #corinadraws #old art #kny #also one of my favourite pieces #hope y’all like it #mugen train #1k

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4e7her · 7 months

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october writing prompt #4 - “at what cost?”

character: floyd leech, twisted wonderland

contains: yandere themes, gn reader

"You know, shrimpy, I could take reeeal good care of ya."

Floyd talks like he's discussing the weather - casual and carefree, that usual drawling tone of his almost making you miss what he says entirely. Before you can say anything, he smirks at you, sharp teeth poking out.

Immediately, any attempt at questioning him dies in your mouth. His eyes are predatory and intelligent, in a way he usually doesn't display. There's something... more to this.

"You're just so squeezable, y'know? I'm sure ya need someone like me around, don'tchya?"

He swings an arm over your shoulder, pulling you into his side as his grin grows. Your dumbfounded look does nothing to deter him - if anything, he looks pleased to have caught you off-guard. That dangerous look of his fades a little, if only barely, replaced by a twisted affection.

"...And at what cost would that be, huh?"

The eel's entire demeanor flips on it's back - he's scowling with furrowed brows, his hold on you just a little bit too tight. If you didn't know better, you'd say that he was offended by the accusation.

"You think that little of me?"

There's an undercurrent to his pouty voice, something that you can't quite put your finger on. You land on somewhere between distraught and heartbroken, but that wouldn't make any sense, would it? Why would Floyd be so wounded by you playing off what was clearly not meant seriously. This was just another one of his jokes to see how you react, you were sure of it.

His expression takes another sudden shift, and you're left fumbling trying to keep up and wrap your head around his behavior.

"Azul is the one that makes the deals, shrimpy, not me." He huffs, pulling away from you only to grab you by the shoulders and make you look directly at him as he seems to... scold you? "You gotta pay more attention to me! Who else is gonna take care of a little shrimp like you, huh?"

The sing-song of his voice is almost enough to distract you from the sharp glint of his teeth and the look in his eyes as he whines and jumps around different topics, never giving you a moment to truly catch up. Or enough time to think about what he might be scheming when he shares a meaningful look with Jade when the two of you pass him in the hallway.

Really, Floyd was just so strange. You didn't think you would ever be able to understand him.

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#twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #gender neutral reader #gender neutral post #aether's drabbles #yandere #yandere content #twst x gender neutral reader #october writing challenge #twstober #twst floyd #floyd leech #yandere floyd x reader #yandere floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #twst floyd x reader #honestly i don’t know i woke up an hour and a half ago and my brain is soup #hope y’all like it

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the-midnight-sugar1 · 1 year

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So I had a thought

We all know Moon and his feral desperate attempts to get us sleep deprived peeps to bed

But what about those of us that LIKE sleeping?

I mean… REALLY like sleeping

✨Bonus and Tags✨

#hee hee #I constantly switch between #sleep is for the weak #and #sleeping for a week #wanted to show off a feral y/n #gremlin y/n #feral reader insert #gremlin reader #I had to draw Moons reaction #hope y’all like it #funny #fnaf daycare attendant #moondrop #daycare attendant #fnaf dca #fnaf moondrop #fnaf moon #this was very fun

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rinitachan · 1 year

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Literal page full of doodles for @skittlescripts and their fanfiction, Isekai’d to the West with me as the reader. I’m not even kidding, I love this story so much. I tried to draw Wukong, and took inspiration from OSP and Skittles’ design for ITTW. Sorry if my handwriting’s sloppy. >>;

#isekai'd to the west #fanart #hope y’all like it #art block is finally leaving #thank god #rinita’s art

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katetorias · 1 year

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spending two days on things only 14 people on earth care about is liberating maybe

#based on a painting idk where it came from but. romance #hope y’all like it #my art #hijack #frostcup #how to train your dragon #httyd #rise of the guardians #rotg #jackson overland frost #Jack Frost #hiccup horrendous haddock iii #digital art #artists on tumblr

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estrellami-1 · 1 year

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Soft Touch Baby

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10 | Pt 11 | Pt 12 | Pt 13 | Pt 14 | Pt 15 | Pt 16 | Eddie’s POV | Song | ao3

Steve awakens gradually. He notices the light filtering in through his window, through the closed curtains, to land on him and warm him up just that little bit more.

He notices how warm he is, how safe he feels, and how easy it would be to fall back asleep. He almost does before his brain catches up and he realizes why he’s so warm.

He’s laying on top of Eddie. His head on Eddie’s shoulder, breath wiffling across his chest. His arm slung over Eddie’s stomach, his leg over one of Eddie’s, like he’s trying to keep him in place. He frowns and sits up a little to look at Eddie, who wakes up when he moves.

“Hey,” he murmurs, a half-smile on his face as he squints against the light. “‘S early. You up?”

Steve frowns more, trying to understand words, eventually shaking his head.

Eddie blinks slowly, nods even slower, then places a hand on Steve’s head. “Go back to sleep,” he says, guiding Steve’s head back down. Steve doesn’t bother to object, just tucks back in where he was and sighs out any tension accumulated from waking up. He hums when Eddie’s fingers start carding through his hair, and falls asleep to the sound of Eddie’s laugh, slow and sleep-drunk.

When he finally wakes up for good, he sighs. The fingers in his hair pause and Eddie chuckles. “Sleep well?”

Steve hums. “Yeah. Thank you.”

Eddie releases his hold on Steve’s hair, and Steve reluctantly moves away, noticing the color on Eddie’s cheeks and his reluctance to actually look at Steve. His stomach swoops low before Eddie begins to speak. “I, uh, actually think I slept better than normal.”

Steve smiles, sitting all the way up to stretch. “Me too.” He catches Eddie look away as he drops his arms. “If memory serves, we still have pancakes, right?”

Eddie’s eyes light up and he scrambles out of bed. “Not if I eat them first!”

Steve bolts out of bed, chasing Eddie down the stairs, both of them laughing and cursing as they dodge kicks and pokes.

Eddie gets to the fridge first and hovers over the plate like a goblin. Steve rolls his eyes, grabbing a pancake before Eddie could move and taking a bite, because he knows the cold pancake will bother Eddie.

He’s right. Eddie screws up his face and gasps like Steve had just said I killed your brother. Never mind that Eddie doesn’t actually have a brother. “Steve,” he starts, aghast. “How dare you defile my pancakes in such a way?”

Steve snorts, rolls his eyes again, and takes another bite. Admittedly, the cold pancakes aren’t amazing, regardless of how good they’d been the night before.

Eddie narrows his eyes, puts the plate down, and lunges at Steve, grabbing the pancake out of his hands and grabbing a plate, putting it in the microwave. “Heathen,” he hisses, which really just makes Steve laugh.

After the remainder of Steve’s pancake is finished, they heat up the rest, and breakfast is a near-silent affair. Steve notices Eddie looking at him, opening his mouth to say something, before hesitating and stuffing his mouth with a too-big bite of pancake instead.

Finally Steve sighs, dropping his utensils onto his plate. “Okay, what’s up with you? What aren’t you saying?”

Steve is delighted to see Eddie blush. “It’s nothing.”

“Eddie.”

Eddie sighs, dropping his head into his hands. “It’s just… I really did sleep well last night. Like, better than I have for a while. And I want to be able to say it was just the weed but I don’t make a habit of lying to myself.”

“Eds.” He doesn’t know where the nickname comes from. He’s not questioning it, not when it gets Eddie to look at him the way he does. “I feel the exact same. If… if one of us needs to. It’s a bad night, or we haven’t been able to sleep, or… or really just whatever. We just… need it that night. We can call, no questions asked. Deal?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says softly, hesitantly, like Steve’s a puzzle he’s almost figured out. “Yeah, okay. No questions asked.”

Steve manages a half smile. “In the spirit of honesty… there’s something I want to tell you that I think you’ve already figured out.” Eddie blinks, frowns, but ultimately nods for Steve to continue, so he does. “Robin’s the one who figured it out, actually. She says I’m touch-starved. Have you noticed how touchy she is with me lately?”

Eddie chuckles. “It’s kinda hard not to.”

Steve shrugs a shoulder. “Yeah. But it helps.”

Eddie considers him, considers the pancakes in front of them, then nods and leans back, crossing his arms. “Tell me about it.”

Pt 9

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#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #stranger things #soft touch baby #more domestic shit #which I’m absolutely here for #hope y’all like it

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