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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 27 days

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Stunned | for @steddiemicrofic 's April prompt: Fool

pairing: steddie (duh) | word count: 454 | rated: M | on AO3

"Quite the day, wasn’t it, m’lord?”

“Oh yeah, quite the day.” Steve laughs at his side; The party trucks on ahead of the pair, tired, tacky with sweat and dust from the long day at the faire.

“Only one thing would’ve made it better, hm? Perhaps the acquisition of a new lady friend would’ve sealed the deal for you?"

Steve smirks, shaking his head only slightly, so his borrowed (though made of very real metal) crown doesn’t fall. “Perhaps.”

“I, of course, still haven’t been able to conquer the lingering presence of my long lost, unknown love.” Eddie woes on, for the umpteenth time, “His sandy brown locks, those perfect brown-green eyes that met mine across a crowded hall only the once…”

He’s playing with fire, with lava more like, trying to pull this shit. Though, luckily, it seems Steve is none the wiser—

Steve groans in irritation, stopping Eddie with him on the packed dirt path. “Would you stop that?”

“What ever could you mean, Stevie?” Eddie grins, despite the rock that sits heavily in his stomach.

“Stop making it seem like you don’t have a thing for me. As if the ‘soft-haired, hazel-eyed love’ that ‘Edmund’s been going on about isn’t-–”

Eddie cuts him off in return, managing a clipped “I know not what you mean.”, before attempting to flee, hurrying off down the path ahead of them after the rest.

“Do not take me for a fool, Edmund,” Steve calls after him, effectively rooting Eddie to the spot.

For a brief moment, Eddie’s thoughts whirl; When did– Does Ste– Hang on, where’s this coming from? Steve had played along with his kingly role today, though only sparingly–

Steve is at Eddie’s side at the same moment, whispering low into his ear. “I know it is I that… troubles you.”

Eddie's head whips over, taking in Steve’s hooded gaze and confident expression.

He gulps, feeling his face flush hot with color. “Forgive me, your Majesty, I did not think–”

“No, you didn’t.” Steve states, authority in his voice that has all Eddie’s brain power rushing south.

“Now, are you going to allow me to tell you of the troubles you’ve caused me without interruptions, or should I take… preventive measures?”

“Preventative?” Eddie squeaks as Steve pulls him toward the lengthening shadows of the forest around them.

Steve nods, eyes still hooded. “I would normally offer my services,” the image of Steve on his knees in front of him shoots through Eddie's mind. “But it seems it is you who needs to listen.”

The Eddie who took Steve's place in the vision has nothing on the Eddie who emerges 30 minutes later with Steve’s crown on his head and dirt on his knees.

#first microfic #woo!!#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #steddiemicrofic #st #stranger things #ren faire #eddeve #steveddie #noelle writes

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chaoticgood-munson · 1 year

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Single dad Eddie taking his 5 year old daughter to her first ever ren faire after making her a fairy costume only to see you dancing with your giant wings like maleficent and horns and his daughter runs up to you and demands attention so you bow to her and dance with her and Eddie’s heart is melting watching this beautiful stranger make his daughter’s experience so magical and he also can’t help falling in love with you when you get on one knee so you’re at her level and hand her an amethyst and say “this will give you good dreams. Make sure your daddy bathes it in moon water every full moon so it keeps working.” He can’t help falling in love with you when he tries to introduce himself and you cut him off with “don’t you know it’s bad to tell the fae your name? They will have complete power over you if you do.”

And he can’t help but to blurt it.

“My name is Eddie. Edward. Edward Munson. I don’t have a middle name, but I could go get one if you want. Right now. Legally. I’ll go to the courthouse right now and add one. It can be whatever you want, sweetheart.”

And maybe you can’t help falling in love too

#eddie munson #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson stranger things #Eddie Munson ren faire #ren faire #ren fest #renaissance festival #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #single dad!eddie Munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you

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thefreakandthehair · 7 months

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@eddiemonth prompt, oct 15th: Ren faire | Knights of Cydonia - Muse | Committed And how can we win, when fools can be kings? Don't waste your time, or time will waste you.

Robin stands off to the side with Nancy and watches as Eddie and Steve fight side by side with faux swords against the evil King, the antagonist of the Renaissance Faire’s overarching storyline who's brought together unlikely allies: elves, knights, and peasants fighting as one.

Steve’s medieval outfit, thrifted mainly by Eddie and Robin with a few suggestions from Nancy’s closet, is convincing enough but Eddie? Eddie’s gone all out. Elf ears with gold cuffs applied with an industrial adhesive. Green and beige fabrics fashioned into a shirt with golden embroidery painstakingly stitched into woodland and patterns along his sleeves. Brown leather pants found at a steep discount while thrifting for Steve. A crown made of greenery and medallions tied from his forehead into the back of his hair.

It’s as impressive as it is excessive.

Nancy nudges Robin gently, a light tap of her shoulder against Robin’s, and gestures with her chin towards Eddie.

“How the Hell are his ears still on?”

Robin laughs and shrugs as Steve lands a pretend blow and Eddie beams at him. Perhaps there's something healing about fighting a villain and winning without true, mortal stakes.

“No idea, I just hope that whatever glue he used has an easy solvent. I’m not sitting in the E.R. with him and his elf ears.”

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peachypurr · 7 months

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| “No need to be nervous, I’ll show you how it’s done.”

(You Got Me) In the Palm of Your Hand by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Art by me for @steddiebang (Check out @xgumiho for their piece too!)

Summary: The sign at the local ren faire looks tempting. After all, Steve is one year out of high school and has no idea where his life is going. Sometimes he wishes someone could just gaze into the future and figure it out for him.

In the fortune teller’s tent, Steve has a run-in with his past. And if he doesn’t turn on his heel and leave, it has absolutely nothing to do with how pretty Eddie Munson looks in his costume, all gleaming jewelry and dark tendrils of hair spilling out from under a patterned headscarf. He lets Eddie read his palm, because why the hell not? It’s all bogus anyway!

Except, as the summer goes on, Steve finds that Eddie’s cryptic predictions somehow, inexplicably keep coming true. As they keep running into each other, almost as if orchestrated by an invisible force, Steve can’t help but be intrigued with the other boy. He also can’t seem to forget how pretty Eddie’s eyes look in black liner, or the way his fingers feel on his skin, but that is an entirely different problem.

((I’m so excited to finally post this! Working together on this has been so much fun. Hype and Jules are brilliant at what they do and deserve all the praise and attention 🙌))

#steddie bang #my art #steddie #fortune teller #ren faire #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #peachypurr #st

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artbean · 7 months

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@eddiemonth day 15: ren faire

and how can we win, when fools can be kings?

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson fanart #stranger things 4 #st4 #stranger things fan art #bard!eddie #eddiemonth #he’s busking at the ren faire :’)#2023 #lexidoodledoo #st

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maddipoof · 10 months

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This is the steddie fic i've been promising for months but always forgetting to write and I know my thing is Steddie midnight thoughts, but i don't want to stay up that late or schedule it because I'm lazy and whatever it's midnight somewhere probably (i lied, i did stay up that late)

Anyway, I love Steddie people, Steddie people love me, we all love Steddie

Steve Harrington knows how to sew. Eddie can mend things, he can fix a button, he can sew a patch, but he's not good at it. It's very messy, very visible, he doesn't care he just needs it to get the job done.

Steve cares a lot. He needs it to look good but more importantly he needs it to look right. If he's going to do something, he's doing it right. He makes sure the thread matches the fabric, he always makes sure to wear his glasses so that he can keep his stitches very straight and tiny (Eddie loves it cus he looks like "a hot Rick Moranis" often accompanied by "Honey, you could shrink my kids." "What the fuck does that even mean?!" And he does not know).

It's not like he's really making anything, he doesn't have projects lined up. He keeps his grandma's sewing machine up in the attic, and gets it down if he ever needs it. All the fabric he has is either scraps or he just reuses things that were beyond repair or just didn't fit anymore. He likes fixing things more than he likes making them. His grandma taught him how, how to make things fit right, take seams in, let them out. He's a master of hems, jeans, skirts, dresses, you name it. It's at the point that Max doesn't even go straight home from shopping, she'll go to his and Eddie's house first so he can hem all her jeans.

You know who went prom dress shopping together? I promise you it was Steve, Joyce, Will, Max, and El who went prom shopping together (maybe nancy too) But I will tell you they found nothing! These are 3 of the most wonderful kids on the planet, there is no way in hell that he or Joyce are letting them look anything less than absolutely perfect. So of course they go to the fabric store instead and they find the most perfect patterns and "Ooh, I like the skirt on that one, but I really like the top of this one" AND THEY MAKE THEM LIKE THE SCRAPPY LITTLE GREAT DEPression children they are.

Now I know what you're thinking, where is the Steddie, I see no Steddie, patience patience (my wifi literally died and there is no service at my house, the universe will forever be against the steddie midnight thoughts).

So, Eddie really wants to go to a renaissance faire. It's been long enough since everyone thought he was a satanic killer, and no one really recognized him unless they were saying hi, so he invites begs Steve to go with him. But this is like as soon as he hears about it, so like a few months in advance.

"What am I supposed to wear?"

"Whatever you want. You could do like this if you wanted."

"But aren't you supposed to get into costume and stuff?"

"Yeah, I mean, if that's your thing."

"Are you saying it's not my thing?"

"You want to dress like an elf?"

"Do you want me to dress like an elf?"

"Yes." So they go to the costume store and Steve is APPALED, revolted. He feels that weird polyester crushed velvet situation and he thought he was going to be sick (i was gagging just writing about it) So he says fuck this and they go to the fabric store and he tells Eddie to pick out whatever he wants and pick whatever fabric out for him too.

Then he patterns their outfits himself (because I said so) and they are perfect, Eddie loves them, he is over the moon and under the sea and into outer space about these things. But what he loves more is being able to say "Thanks, my boyfriend made it." And of course like with so many creators, all Steve can see are the mistakes, the seam connecting the gusset to Eddie's sleeve not lining up at a perfect angle, the one loose thread he's afraid to pull on his cuff. It's a mess, but everyone else is blinded by how amazing they are. Eddie's dark brown cotton shirt, with an old braided leather belt that he definitely did not steal from Wayne, and a green cloak. And Steve's deep red linen one, using the same method of pattern, just with broader shoulders and fuller sleeves since the fabric was wider.

His blush is almost close to matching his shirt from all the compliments, and also Eddie showing him off is a very new and very different feeling than he's used to. He likes holding hands and letting Eddie pull him around to different stands and games, even if he almost tripped on his cape more than a few times. "Can we get a sword?"

"What? No, why would we need a sword?"

"I'm not saying we need it, but it could be good to have."

"Why would a sword--" Eddie pushed one into his hand and he had to admit, he liked the weight of it and he was immediately fascinated by the idea of being able to swing it around in their back yard.

"And look!" Eddie picked something up off the table next to them under the tent. "They have frogs!"

"What?"

"Like a holster. Look," Eddie put the belt around his waist then put the sword into its sheath with a suggestive raise of his eyebrow that Steve rolled his eyes at. Then he pushed him towards the long mirror hanging on one of the posts. Eddie stood behind him and spoke over his shoulder, "Can we get it?"

"As you wish."

#heeheehee #i cant help myself #steddie fluff #steddie headcanon #steddie #steddie hcs #eddie x steve #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #steve harrington hc #steddie fanfiction #steve x eddie #steddie prompt #i tell you #they love ren faires

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nadiasna7 · 1 year

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Just you and I Can't you see that We gotta be together

RenFaire au (or rather post-s4 steddie go to a renfaire)

Inspired by solarflare.cos

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ren faire steddie

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wipkinz · 1 year

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All’s Faire in Love and War

Note: had this idea rattling around my empty head for so long and I hope y’all like it.

Summary: Eddie and girlfriend!reader take a trip to a Renaissance Faire for his birthday. Can Eddie handle his girlfriend looking so Hot Wench™?!

ofc not

Warnings: fingering, oral sex (male rec), semi-public, roleplay if you squint, fem!reader, possible trash, minors DNI

You had been dating Eddie all of six (glorious) months before his birthday arrived. In that time, you had studied and poured over all of his interests. Be it DnD, metal music, fixing up his van, or even his recreational pot smoking, Eddie had a plethora of hobbies to choose from when gift planning. But after spending a couple sick days force feeding him soup while his eyes were glued to the worn pages of his tattered Tolkien books, you had an idea of what he might like.

You had stumbled across an ad in the local paper for a Renaissance faire a few towns over, complete with bards and beers. From what you remembered of his lengthy DnD campaigns, this would be like living the real thing, especially with the outfits you had gathered from various thrift shop hunts.

Giving Eddie the tickets had been one thing. He was downright giddy when you read him out the event details, and grinned ear to ear when unwrapped his costume and you rushed to explain it seemed like something he would be into. Little did you know how into it he would be.

Each day he saw you he was begging to see your costume early. He was practically on his knees to see you in all your wench ware. He pictured you all corseted up, with a gauzy skirt he couldn’t wait to make his way under. Just the idea of it had gotten him through many a night since his birthday.

On the day of the faire you had Eddie pick you up from your place. He had dutifully dressed in his outfit, a white linen shirt that had plenty of chest on display and some tight leather pants tucked into his big black boots.

“Hey Princess,” He smirked as you watched him, slack jawed, “my eyes are up here.”

“Yeah well, I’ve seen your eyes before,” you joked as he started towards the van, “but I’ve never seen your ass in leather pants.”

“Watch it sweetheart,” He pulled open your door as you hopped into the passenger seat, “or I’ll think you’re only with me for my rocking hot bod.”

“Oh but I am” you teased.

Eddie gave you a look before buckling you in.

“When do I get to see yours, Hmm?” He questioned, fingering the collar of your big coat, which covered the costume you had on.

You smacked his hand away playfully, “so soon baby.”

After a long ride you found you way to the faire ground, Eddie was buzzing with the promise of beers and turkey legs. You watched as he dashed around the front of the van -in his leather fucking pants- to open your door for you.

“M’lady” he grinned at you, offering a hand as you stepped down.

“Oh how chivalrous,” you giggled slipping off your coat and handing it to him. “Should I call you Sir?”

When you turned around to catch the eyes of your boyfriend, you realized this may have been a mistake. Eddie was looking at you in a way you had only ever seen in the bedroom, with his mouth parted, his eyes dark, and his cheeks that biteable shade of pink. He stood there taking you in, in your dress and corset you looked straight out of his wildest dreams.

In a daze, Eddie played with the strings of your tie front dress, noting how it strained over your chest.

“You look,” Eddie stuttered, “Fuck, uh wow.”

“Awe” You smirked, pressing up to kiss his cheek. “So eloquent.”

“Well I did hope to flatter the lady,” Eddie grinned as he took a flourished bow.

As the day went on you could tell Eddie was riled up, and ever since the parking lot your goal was to make him give up and haul you back to the van so he could have his way with you.

At the beer stall you sipped a little too vigorously and watched him watch the trail of ale that dribbled down your chin. He gulped down his drink rather quickly and went right back for another.

At the Maypole, he watched you dance around, swishing your skirt and petticoat. The puffed sleeves of your dress had slipped off your shoulders and your face was flushed. When you came back to him at the picnic tables, you noticed he adjusted himself before you perched on his lap. His hand warm where he gripped your hip trough the material of your dress.

At the archery booth you had him show you how to shoot, making sure to press yourself into him. You sighed at the feeling of him half hard against your ass, noticeable even through his leather pants. You shuddered as he brought the bowstring back, his lips ghosting over your ear as he whispered.

“I don’t know if we will be able to make it home Princess.”

It wasn’t until you were in the photo booth, posing together on a throne, when you realized how serious he was. The camera flashed in the private tent as he kissed at your neck.

“Mmm,” you sighed, turning your head to give his lips a full kiss as his arm snaked further around your waist securing you to him. “Eddie we can’t.”

“Fucking need it” he mumbled, pressing his hips up against you. “You see anybody in here?”

It was incredibly hard to open your eyes to scan around the dimly lit tent, you eyes were nearly glazed over as Eddie sucked a new mark into the crook of your neck.

“Mm no,” You answered breathily. “Just you.”

“Yeah that’s right.” Eddie slipped his hand from around you and pulled the strings at the top of your dress loose, the fabric giving way to his searching hands. “just me.”

Caught up in the haze, you barely registered the camera flash again. Eddie had slipped his other hand up under your skirts and had quickly found home over your panties.

You palmed him through his leather pants, and he mimicked the motion over you.

“Anyone could see,” You argued limply, already pliant and willing for him to take you any way he wanted.

“Well then we better hurry up.” Eddie gave your clit a light smack before he manoeuvred you off his lap.

You were on your knees in front of him, fiddling with his heavy metal buckle before he could give a lazy blink. You felt his thighs flex through the leather under your spread fingers as you braced yourself for what was to come. Eddie smirked down at you from his seat on the throne, his thick ring clad fingers coming to the base of your neck.

“Show me how much you want it,” Eddie teased, using his free hand to grip the base of his ruddy cock. You knew your cue was to open up to him, he did not have to ask twice. You licked your lips before letting your tongue reach out to meet his glistening tip. He let the weight of himself hit your tongue once, twice, three times before you took up the offer and sucked him down fully.

“Shit yeah just like that,” Eddie huffed out as he bumped up against the back of your throat. You backed off and gave him a few lazy tugs, blinking slowly up at him with an easy smile. Eddie liked watching your chest bounce with the effort of your strokes, you liked watching his mesmerized gaze follow your every move.

“Like what Sir?” You asked demurely, leaning in to lick a slow fat trail from base to tip.

“Such a tease,” Eddie tisked as you swirled your tongue over his tip, “So worried about people seeing, and -fuck”

Eddie faltered as you took him deep into your throat again, hips bucking and eyes fluttering as you swallowed him down. “Now look who’s putting on a show, huh princess?”

“Mhhmm,” You hummed around him. softly rolling his heavy sack in your manicured fingers. You could feel his pulse through them. He was so so close.

“Best fucking performance of your life.” Eddie admired, stroking your hair as you gazed up at him.

The camera let off its last flash, as Eddie threw his head back, spilling onto your waiting tongue.

You swallowed everything he had, and after cleaning him up slipped him back behind the leather of his pants. After a beat, he pulled you to your feet, kissing your cheek sweetly as he loosely retied the laces of your dress.

“What about you?” Eddie mumbled, pressing a kiss to your temple as you two left the booth. You grabbed the photo strip that was waiting for you at the base of the automatic camera. Each frame showed Eddie quickly losing his mind to the pleasure of his fantasies being brought to life. You could tell through the black and white the blush he had, it matched perfectly with the pink of his lips as they kissed your neck, as they parted when he came.

“I just need a minute alone with these and I’m set for life.” You said as you handed over the amateur porn you had both created. You watched as he tucked the strip into the back pocket of his leather pants. A tight fit.

“Well hopefully not for life.” Eddie grinned, his cheeks staining that pretty shade of pink again.

“Hmm you’re right, maybe just until you get me in the back of ye old chariot then, Sir Munson.” You giggled. You could tell he would all but drag you back to his van if you weren’t tugging him in a different direction. “Come on big guy,” You patted his chest, “let’s go find you a turkey leg.”

Eddie gave you a full teeth smile before bringing his arm around you, kissing the top of your head you could feel his grin. “Best. Birthday. Ever.”

#eddie x fem!reader #eddie smut #eddie munson smut #EDDIE FUCKING MUNSON #ren faire smut #sir eddie #stranger things smut #established relationship #Smut

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sofiiel · 6 months

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Eddie gets super into his role at Ren.

#eddie munson #eddie munson edit #ren faire!eddie munson #eddie munson manip #i mean he had to have an ax right?

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steddiesupportgroup · 2 years

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@corrodedcoughin your wish is my command! I wanted Eddie to make a sword too much to keep him at a basic level, sorry about that. He’s got many talents.

First of all, Steve does not get ren faire. It’s the middle of the blistering summer, the grass is brown and dead and there’s not a tree in sight in the field where they decided to hold it. He’s only here as the babysitter, as most of his outings are, and the surrounding tents are packed with people in the lamest outfits he’s ever seen.

Every one of the kids pressured him into buying an overpriced outfit when they got there, and he tells himself that he’s really doing it for Will. Steve’s got a huge soft spot for him and that kid is diligently sweating it out in full-blown wizard’s getup with no plans to compromise it for the sake of his own comfort. So Steve buys something basic, whatever the kids wanna see him in that somewhat works with his budget, and he looks okay, he supposes.

But damn, they couldn’t have let him wear a hat with this tunic?

At least he’s not the only adult on this quest; Robin and Nancy are here too, but they didn’t have to be pressured into dressing up. Robin’s some kind of dark fairy and Nancy is an elf (and Steve learns that it’s not even her first time doing it, which tickles him).

After sweating his balls off for a couple hours and silently thanking the tunic for hiding evidence of any swamp-crotch, the kids use the map to hop, skip, and jump their way to Eddie’s station. Steve didn’t know that Eddie was working here, but it makes sense. He’s a dedicated actor in every other sense of the word, after all.

Steve’s too engrossed in conversation with the girls to notice when they’ve reached Eddie’s spot, and Robin gives him a knowing nudge and a nod when they get there.

Steve turns his head and holy shit.

There’s Eddie Munson, slaving away over an anvil, striking down on a red-hot sword and surrounded by a dozen impressed onlookers. Steve knows that ren faire is hot temperature wise, but he feels like it’s been hiked up another hundred degrees.

Eddie’s shirtless under his long leather apron, the sun kissing his shoulders and leaving freckles in its wake. His tattoos are on full display, save for the ones covered by elbow length black gloves. His hair is tied up on top of his head and loose strands wave with each strike of his hammer. He’s too focused to notice that his friends have showed up, his mouth pressed in a firm line, and boy is he sweating. Drops of moisture bead along his forehead and temples, drip down his sides and line his upper lip.

Nancy presses a water bottle to Steve’s chest, and his mouth is too dry to thank her for it.

Once Eddie’s done shaping the metal to his liking (letting out low grunts with each hit, for fucks sake) he looks up and beams at their kids crowding around him.

He lifts the sword high over his head and bellows, “Behold! The fruits of mine labor!”

Steve wants to drop to his knees and scream. He can’t believe he’s crushing this hard on a grade A nerd, but here he is.

After telling the kids that no, they can’t hold the sword, Eddie answers all their questions and takes their compliments in stride. A few minutes and a whole water bottle later, he finally walks towards Steve, Robin, and Nancy, praising the girls on their costumes.

When he gets to Steve, he smiles and adjusts stupid little leaf crown on top of his hair and says, “Looks like you’ve been initiated, pretty boy. It’s a good look on you.”

Steve ends up asking his own questions, prompting Eddie into showing him everything else he’s made as a blacksmith just to stare at him for as long as he can. Eddie looks delighted at Steve’s interest and does, letting Steve hold the cooled and heavy creations in his hands.

“Now, technically I’m not supposed to give things out for free, but,” Eddie looks a little nervous in the shade of the blacksmith tent, “I thought I’d give you a souvenir, just as a thanks for humoring us,”

And he hands Steve a pair of brand new but ancient looking handcuffs.

Steve doesn’t know what to say, and he doesn’t get a chance to come up with something normal before his mouth betrays him. “They’re cool. Show me how they work sometime?”

Yep, Steve wants to die. Or maybe not, because Eddie blushes a color that has nothing to do with the summer heat.

They both just kind of stand there and gawk at each other for a moment before Eddie lets out a surprised laugh and says, “As much as it breaks my heart, they don’t actually work,” And before Steve can backtrack and save himself a smidge of humiliation Eddie continues, “But, I have some that do. I’ll show you those…if you’re good.”

#this got away from me #I just want Eddie to have a sword!#btw I’ve only been to ren faire once so sorry if my knowledge fails me #steddie #steddie headcanons #steve harrington #eddie munson

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