#Jester Steve Harrington

[jellyfishloveletterghosts]

you totally know king billy has secretly (and maybe not so secretly) commissioned fanart. there's been at least 3 artists who've drawn them while he's actual fucking steve in the throne room

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Pretty Fool (One of my favorite series I've got going for them.)

Yes absolutely, I've actually talked about it before and in the last fic I posted in this series the fanart by the people comes up. A hint at the next fic I am hoping to finish for this series where Billy does actually commission someone to pain him and his pretty fool in the throes of passion. There is no way he would stop at just one, every room in the castle could use one as far as Billy is concerned and he likes to send them to those seeking marriage who won't take hint that he is not interested.

Here is a little snippet

"Need you to go into town and find me an artist, painter preferably. I've got a list of candidates." Billy says, slapping the list down on the table for Hopper to see. From the look Hopper gives him, he can tell the request only raises his suspension. 

"To what purpose do you need an artist and why one of these specific ones?" Hopper asks, fingers skimming over the list before he folds the paper and stuffs it in his pocket for safe keeping.

"I need a new portrait done." Billy says with a charming grin, that he knows will absolutely not work on Hopper.

"What's the catch?" Hopper asks, lips pursed and eyes narrowed as he stares Billy down, both of them ignoring the passing guards who stop to pay respects before moving on.

Billy just grins wider. “Well they have to be willing to draw me in the throes of passion with my pretty fool.” He laughs as Hopper rolls his eyes with a heaving sigh.

“Where exactly do you plan on hanging this portrait?” Hopper asks, already sounding resigned to having to see it constantly because he knows Billy well.

“Wherever I please,” Billy shoots Hopper a wink that just has him rolling his eyes again “the first one I think shall hang in the throne room just a reminder to any who might try and say something about my proclivities for my fool.”

“The first one?” Hopper asks with a shake of his head.

“One portrait simply cannot catch the beauty of my fool in the throes of passion.” Billy declares dramatically making Hopper snort.

#harringrove #jellyghostfic #jellyghostask #Pretty fool au #Jester Steve Harrington #King Billy Hargrove #wip

[donttellunclesam]

drunk walk home: halloween edition

(close ups under the cut)

#stranger things #steddie #ronance #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #fruity four #stobin #inktober #you guys will NOT believe how many costumes i debated #first sketch of this had steve and robin being a snail. robin was the shell and steve was the slug 💀 #then they were batman and robin and i was like ehhhhh they would thinks thats too nerdy. they would wanna be Sexy on halloween #so robin is the little devil on hot priest!steve's shoulder <3 #eddie was always going to be a jester. in my sims4 gallery thats his party outfit number 2 lmaoo #dustin was going to be there but nancy deserves to have fun <3 #anyways! happy october!! #dtus art

[rindecisions]

Boop

Written for the @steddiemicrofic April Prompt

Prompt | Fool WC | 454

Rating | Gen CW | None Tags | Royalty AU, Prince Steve, Jester(fool) Eddie, First meeting, Meet-cute, Boop

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Prince Steve was notoriously hard to impress. He had everything and was bored of it all. Even the women that threw themself at his feet and the men that vied to befriend him.

Over the years, he grew more apathetic, forlorn, and distant. Starting on his 20th birthday, the king ordered the best entertainers in the land to attempt to entertain the prince. If they could get so much as a smile, they'd be rewarded handsomely.

None succeeded. Not the grandest story tellers, exotic dancers, praised musicians, or celebrated fools. The king became desperate enough that on the Prince's 25th birthday, he extended the offer to anyone and everyone.

With the large line-up, the Prince was all but falling asleep when a man about his own age walked into the court. The man was dressed about as well as a peasant could manage. At least he'd seemed to have bathed and brushed his hair.

"Name yourself!" Called the king's advisor.

"You can call me 'The Freak'," the man stated with a chuckle as he bowed deeply. "Everyone else does.”

Prince Steve quirked his brow, but remained uninterested.

"Eddie also works," he continued, beaming brightly at the indifferent prince. Out of his pocket, he pulled three wooden balls and began juggling.

Steve rolled his eyes and sighed.

Eddie laughed. "That not good enough for you?" he laughed and tossed the balls higher in the air. "How about that?" When he got nothing, Eddie simply smiled and tossed them even higher, but straight into the air over him. "Yeah, me neither," he shrugged, letting the balls land on his head one after another, giving no reaction.

The strange routine made Steve furrow his brow and sit upright, already far more of a reaction than the others had garnered.

"Y'see, I think everyone tries too hard to impress you with grandeur." Eddie held his arms out and spun on his heels. "Sometimes," he crooned and hopped up on the long table that held the noble's lavish meal, much to the horror of the nobles themself. He paid no mind to their gasps and jeers as he walked gracefully between the plates and goblets.

Steve leaned forward on his throne. He'd never seen someone willing to get up in the huffy noble's space like that, and that alone almost made him crack a grin. The frown was gone from his face and a light gleamed in his eyes.

"We forget that it's the simplest of things that can bring the most joy," Eddie explained with a shining smile as he knelt on the table in front of the prince, reaching forward to tap him on the nose with a small "Boop.”

Steve smiled and huffed a gentle laugh.

#steddie microfic #Steddie Microfic April #Boop #Prince Steve Harrington #Jester Eddie Munson #Peasant Eddie Munson #Steddie #Pre-relationship #Pre-Steddie #Fanfiction #Fanfic

[florallylly]

eddie munson telling steve he's going to "treat him like a princess" and then immediately throwing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes bc he's a dragon kidnapping the princess

#steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #steve blushes a little #eddie munson u are so pathetic and cringe #or eddie munson acting like a court jester like BRO u could roleplay ANYBODY #eddie rarely goes for the knight/prince routine bc he's so busy “kidnapping” steve that it just becomes their new normal #robin calls eddie a cave man but does nothing to stop it from happening

[hotluncheddie]

Jester.

For the April @steddiemicrofic prompt 'fool' !

wc: 454 | rated: G | cw: none | tags: Royal Fantasy AU, Jester!Eddie, Prince!Steve, chubby Steve Harrington (as always)

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The great hall, once more, is alive; with bodies and music, dancing and food. The people partaking in rich wine, savoury meats and fresh breads, cheeses littered with herbs and thick garlic butters. Fruits and sweets are spread, abundant, across the castles long tables. 

Stefan rises and refill his plate, returning to the small throne designated to him, by his fathers side. Although, both royals left for bed some hours ago - the kingdom falling into twilight. 

Constellations glint through the great stone windows that line the hall. 

Stefan, though, does not crave sleep, does not desire rest or his quarters. Instead staying, and eating, relishing the discreet company of his, most secret, most special one.

He did talk some, extending himself amongst the masses. He is favourable to them, tries to be kind, and fair (an easy feat compared to the king.) 

As even in his changed state, the people fawn to him, the maidens touch his arm and their fathers flash their jewels, because long dinners and celebrations have added softness to his jaw, a width to his waist and thighs. Enough for new robes to be drawn and tailored. 

But Stefan pays it no mind, simple pleasure yielding natural results. Some even herald it as a sign of their land falling again into peace, safe now from dragons and beasts. Stefan no longer required to fight amongst his knights, to live in fitful bursts of danger and fear. 

Now, instead, time is pleasant. Long hours of indulging allowing him a most gracious gift. At grand affairs like these, he is able sit, and watch, and wait. 

Watch for the jesters sweeping eyes to befall him, again. 

Wait to be sent a wink or smile, for the starlight that sits abundant in dancing brown eyes to grace him. 

His clown plays, entertaining them all. Weaving sweeping tales and drawing joyous songs by lute. With nimble movements of his frame and great expressions of his face, the people will laugh and gasp and cheer. 

His sweet thing cause of it all, stoking the flames, breathing stories and poems to life. Like magic. 

Then, by darkest night, guests dispersed, Stefan will stay sat at his thrown, table clean before him, stomach full. 

With eyes cast foreword, essence set endlessly on but one thing, as it has been, all night. Stefan will ask ‘play me another?’ reaching out as Edmund steps forward, bowing deep to softly kiss the extended ring, the princes knuckle.

And looking up through shining eyes, lips splitting into a sweet grin. The jester will speak softly, a voice saved solely for him.

‘His majesty may be more a fool, in fact, than I, to think that it is not already done.’ 

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i wrote this and couldn't stop thinking about it :)

Tag List: @pearynice @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @scoops-aboy86 @chickensinrainboots @cheesedoctor @marvel-ous-m

#hotlunch #steddie #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficapril #fantasy au #chubby steve harrington #jester eddie munson #he's a slutty little jester too. just so you know. in tight little leggings and a big silly hat #my fic

[acidicbarkbeast]

and what if the lowly court jester found a disgraced dragon in the harrington castle's dungeons? what then? fall in love?

edit; this has a minific going on now :]

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #fanart #draconic jester au #barkbeastworks

[nietozz]

They deserve to be happy please I'm on my knees...

Fanart for "The Shire is NOT on Fire" by kissesforcas on ao3!

#let them have this #they went to renfaire! #eddie as a jester lives in my head rent free #so does barbarian steve #eddie munson #eddie munson fanart #steve harrington #steve harrington fanart #steddie fanart #steddie #steddie fluff

[corrodedcoughin]

A selection of pick up lines that Steve has used on Eddie and have unfortunately worked with resounding success

Are you Smaug? Because it looks like you have treasure in your cave (Eddie decided to not think about this one before acting on it)

Are you from Mordor? Because you are melting my precious (met with a confused eyebrow raise and a sigh but still got the job done)

Your lack of nudity disturbs me (definitely Steves favourite and the one he is most proud of which made it even more deadly with his ‘ehh??? Ehh?? Good right???’ After he said it)

Steves pick up lines: 3

Eddie’s composure: 0

#if you know where I got these from no you didn’t #every single time it happens eddie comes home and flops on the couch and screams into a pillow #and every time wayne looks up from the tv to give him the once over and says ‘that boy got you real good son’ #Eddie just screams again #then writes all the lines down in his notebook that he pretends is in code and secret #(it’s just turned upside and back to front #he tried doing the invisible ink thing but it just ended with lemon juice every where and a stickier that usual eddie. plus he was sick #of being asked why he smells of lemons all the time) #…..Steve started wearing lemon cologne becuase he thought eddie liked it #the whole thing got very confusing. best not think about it #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #I’m throwing crumbs out it’s all I GOT #jingle jangle jester

[corrodedbisexual]

Insp. by @pizzaqueen's post about Steddie making each other laugh 🥹

Steve and Eddie hadn't laughed half as much in their entire lives apart as after they got together. They have the dumbest, dorkiest inside jokes they get hysterical about while everyone else just stares at them in complete bewilderment. (Including Robin, sorry babe, you get to have your own inside jokes with your soulmate, but seriously you're too intelligent for the shit Steve laughs about with Eddie).

They'd just be having a normal conversation with the rest of the gang and someone says "popcorn" in a sentence and Eddie and Steve just look at each other and start chuckling. Because Eddie misspelled popcorn as poopcorn on their shopping list that one time and they spent half an hour howling with laughter about it, until they both got hiccups and could barely breathe.

Then there's the obvious sex innuendo jokes. Eddie cannot act normal within 10 feet of any remotely phallic shaped object. They'd be at a grocery store, and he'd pick up a cucumber or an eggplant, glance around to make sure noone's paying them any attention, then meet Steve's eyes, waggling his eyebrows with the most mock seductive expression he could muster, and they both start giggling. Even minutes later, at the checkout line, all it takes is for them to glance at each other and they're back at it again, and Steve's glad he can blame his bright red cheeks on the laughter.

But also there's the more childish, like, Budweiser wassup commercial kind of dumb humor. Like they'd just fixate on a word and start repeating it at each other until it sounds absolutely ridiculous.

~~~

One day they're at a diner, and the waitress brings their order, "here are your burgers boys, enjoy"; Steve stares at his plate for a moment, a chuckle halfway in his throat, and says "burger". He meets Eddie's eyes, which are already sparkling with mischief as he repeats, drawling out the word, "burrr-gerrr". Eddie's face slowly splits into a grin as he parrots it back, voice dropping an octave into his dramatic dungeon master tone, and Steve's already shaking with muffled giggles, playfully kicking Eddie's foot under the table.

It goes on for about a minute, both of them doubled over the table and laughing hysterically by the time Eddie's just repeating "burrrr" and Steve countering, almost roaring, with "gurrrr". Their extremely annoyed looking waitress finally asks them to go outside and take a breather until they can be normal again and not disturb the other customers. Robin and Nancy, returning from the bathroom and witnessing all that, just quietly slide into another booth, pretending they don't know these two clowns.

Some minutes later, when they're sharing a cigarette in the empty alley behind the diner, leaning against the wall, Eddie drops his forehead to Steve's shoulder, wiping his teary eyes at his boyfriend's jacket. "Shit. I love you, dude." Steve smiles at him. "Love you more. Dude." - "Steve, don't you dare." - "DuUuUude." - "I'm serious, I can't, my abs are killing me!" But Steve opens his mouth again, and Eddie has to press his palm against it to shut him up, and of course Steve licks at it, tracing the shape of a heart onto the palm with his tongue, grins at Eddie when he removes his hand. Doesn't even bother wiping the spit off of it as he sticks it back in his pocket. He's so unbelievably gone for this guy who somehow, miraculously, matches his level of crazy.

~~~

PS. Robin and Nancy get them matching "I'm with stupid" T-shirts for Christmas. Eddie and Steve are way too excited to wear them any time they're not in the laundry, making the "oh, we wore the same outfit, how embarrassing!" joke every damn time. They make sure they're always sitting or walking on the appropriate side so the arrows point at each other. Sometimes Eddie's on the right, sometimes it's Steve, because they no longer keep track of which shirt is whose.

#I'm sorry but everyone saw how Steve was with Dustin at Scoops in s3 right?? this is where I drew inspiration from #king Steve my ass they are both court jesters #steddie #steddie headcanon #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #fanfic #steddie fic #misha-bawlins fanfic #steddie hcs #i was chuckling like an idiot writing this and half of it was in a queue at the bank with people giving me sideways glances #so i was totally living these dumbass vibes #i tried and failed to research if 'i'm with stupid' was even a thing in 86 so if it wasn't let's say Ronance invented it

[dontyabigboy]

Steve Harrington has not been dethroned as my favorite character. Eddie is just sitting on his lap.

#steve is still the king ok #eddie is his saucy little court jester #slash lover #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #quality text posts by me

[jellyfishloveletterghosts]

HA fill for a square from my 3nd and last bingo card for @harringroveson-bingo

Square: A2 - Monsters

Title: Turn No Cheek

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 10094

Ship(s): Harringroveson

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Regency, Prince Billy Hargrove, Jester Eddie Munson, Noble Steve Harrington, Alpha Billy Hargrove, Alpha Eddie Munson, Omega Steve Harrington, Neil Hargrove is His Own Warning, Neil Hargrove Being an Asshole, Abuse, Non-Graphic Rape/Non-Con, Hurt Steve Harrington, Blood and Injury, Blood and Violence, Neil Hargrove Gets What Neil Hargrove Deserves, Murder, Minor Character Death, Choking, Stabbing, Protective Eddie Munson, Protective Billy Hargrove, Epilogue, Time Skips, King Billy Hargrove, Healing, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Happy Ending            

Summary: Neil was never supposed to find out about their involvement with Steve and of course the man proves what a monster he is when he does.

Turn No Cheek

Eddie creeps through the secret passageways, hat held between his hands to keep the bells from giving him away and a sack of stinky heavily perfumed spices and flowers to keep his scent hidden. Most in the castle are surely asleep by now but there is always some noble sneaking about to visit a lover or a servant being overworked.

He slips into Billy’s room via the false wall behind a tapestry he has used a hundred times and drops the pouch just outside it. It is quiet, not even whispers or creaking from the bed meaning Steve must not be here yet. He sets the pouch and his hat on the side table with a soft jingle as he moves closer to the bed pulling the drapes open more, making space to climb up onto the bed. He stops with his knee sinking in as he looks down at Billy.

"Shit he went hard on you today." Eddie, kicks off both of his shoes up as he climbs up the rest of the way, and settles close to Billy. He skims his hands gently over the bruised flesh of his cheek, hands falling lower to the proof of punches and possibly kicks molting his skin in dark shades.

"Your fault, you really pissed him off."

"And he took it out on you.” They knew he would but Eddie’s job is to point out when the king and his court are shirking their duties. He is not simply an entertainer but a voice of scorn and mockery when a king needs a kick in the ass. Still he does  not like seeing Billy bruised up like this. “I'm sorry." He leans in and drops a kiss just above an angry bruise darkening Billy’s cheek bone.

Billy’s eyes are wet, always teary when he is angry or frustrated, or sad. In general just an easy crier when he has the safety to be. "He's figured us out." He grits out hand curling over Eddie’s wrist keeping it pressed against his jaw.

"Steve?" Eddie asks a pit of worry souring his gut. Being an omega makes Steve an easier target and only a nobleman's son. He is not the crown prince or the court jester in the public eyes, could be wedded off to someone out of spite or worse if the king were to ever find out about his involvement with them.

Billy shakes his head "He didn't say anything about him." It eases the growing worry in Eddie’s stomach.

Read the Rest on Ao3

#Harringroveson #jellyghostfic #fanfiction #st fic #Harringroveson A/B/O #Billy Hargrove x Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson #harringrove #steddie #mungrove #regency au #king Billy Hargrove #Jester Eddie Munson #Noble Steve Harrington

[daybreaklynx]

here are all my fruity four (ronance + steddie) as silly little clowns /jesters / arlecchino as silly little drawings💃🏽💃🏽it was pretty fun hehe

(these are the actual background colors I changed them to match JSKDKD⬇️)

#stranger things #fanart #stranger things season 4 #art #stranger things s4 #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #gay #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance #ronance fanart #clown #clowns #jester #arlecchino #clowncore #pastel clown #wlw #fruity four #stranger things fanart #steddie fanart

[youareunbearable]

All I want is a platonic soulmate au with Steve and Robin where they knew each other before the show started and where Robin was involved in all the Upside Down stuff with Steve since season 1

I just think it would be funny to have King Steve the Asshole and his funny little band geek soulmate who's whole job is to love him despite his flaws and also humble him at every given chance. Everyone in school knows that King Steve's weak link is Robin Buckley who really hates hanging around Steve's popular crowd, but they also know that if you mess with Robin, Steve would socially wreck your shit so no one bullies Robin ever

Robin would adopt Max like how Steve adopted Dustin and there would be SOOOOOOOOO much less teenage drama just by including Platonic Soulmates but it would also be so much fun cause More Robin

#amber rambles #steve harrington #robin buckley #stranger things #st #i just want Court Jester Robin to King Steve like the relationship they had in season 3 but right off the bat #i also think steve would be less of an asshole in season one just cause of robin like she Deserves Better #so steve would try better

[magela]

okay so you know how everyone thinks eddie is mean and scary but hes actually a big fluffy marshmallow in vans? someone please write me a fic set maybe s2ish where steve is so fucked up after nancy breaks up with him, and eddies reputation as both an asshole and maybe possibly queer precedes him, and steve decides this is the perfect time to punish himself for his own feelings about boys hes repressed but never managed to kill, for nancy leaving him, for never being good or smart or strong enough, and he cant think of a better way to fix this part at least, right? if sex with eddie is shitty and humiliating he wont want it again, and if it hurts he deserves it. he wants it to hurt. cue throwing himself at an unsuspecting and awkward eddie whos mainly just floored his crush is talking to him, even if hes being a little distant and weird about it, he is king harrington after all and eddies at most a court jester, its cool. and steves so sure eddie will wreck him but eddies oblivious and he refuses to get with the damn program and proceeds to fuck him in the softest, slowest, gentlest way possible bc he is an utter goner for this lil jock and hes wants to make his first time the best it could possibly be. like so much fluff steve cant cope. and eddie does kind of wreck him but not in the way steve had hoped. I am fluffy smut trash and ill give you my heart, such as it is.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington

[bit-odd-innit]

“Sometimes,” Gareth drawls. He’s sitting behind his kit, twirling a drumstick in his fingers, thoughtful. “Sometimes I think this town really is cursed.” “Dude.” Jeff warns. “Let me finish. I think this town is cursed, and Eddie’s a part of it—” “Dude!” “Let me finish! Town’s cursed, Eddie’s involved, but he’s not the source. He’s a victim.”

Jeff and Francis exchange a look. ”And the true source.” He rises, getting on a roll. “The true source is hiding in plain sight, something—”

He cuts his eyes at them. “—or someone no one would expect. The true source...” He whirls his drumstick with a dramatic flourish then snaps his arm to its full extension and points outward, into the wild blue yonder that is the world beyond his parents’ garage. “...is Him.”

Him, being: Steve Harrington, parked at the end of the driveway. Steve Harrington, opening the passenger side door of his rich boy Beemer. Steve Harrington, who drove Eddie to band practice. Who’s shouldering Eddie’s gig bag. Who’s helping Eddie out of the car. 

Jeff and Francis watch for a moment in silence, then turn back to Gareth in sync.

”An interesting theory.” ”Elaborate.”

“Consider the facts, boys!” He holds his drumstick to his mouth to pantomime smoking a pipe. It doesn’t really work but he’s committed to it now. “Prior to The Unfortunate Occurences Which Shan’t Be Named...”

Francis crosses himself backwards. Jeff looks down, shielding his eyes and murmuring, “That Which Shan’t Be Named.” It’s the only way they can cope with what happened last spring. It’s that or face the reality that their friend almost died horribly; that he was hunted for sport by a town that still looks at him sideways, still has not acknowledged any wrongdoing; that there’s a gap in Eddie’s retelling of What Really Happened he can’t or won’t explain, and in that gap Eddie was almost destroyed, was so brutalized he was hospitalized for a month and semi-comatose for half of it. That Eddie is different now. Wounded. Skittish. Not small, never small. But smaller.

That’s too much, man. So they make it a Bit.

“...Our darling Edward would have never associated with the likes of that.”

(That is currently smoothing down the collar of Eddie’s new battle jacket, nose wrinkling as the stubborn curl of the denim refuses to lay flat.)

”A jock? Hah! A jock and a yuppie? Hah and hah a-gain! But now, in the hereafter of...” He falters. “Certain Events...he has emerged unscathed—” “He is not unscathed,” Jeff corrects. “He is extremely scathed,” Francis adds. “Mentally, physically and emotionally scathed.”

“He’s scathed to shit dude.” “He has emerged unscathed,” Gareth barrels on, shooting them a look that says this is supposed to be a monologue.  “But for one critical difference. Not only does he tolerate this...interloper’s existence, but he actively seeks out his company! I daresay he enjoys it! Thrives on it! Our jester is holding court in the empty kingdom of a fallen king!”

Francis laughs but Jeff frowns. “That’s a little mean.”

“Ah, but is it untrue?”

“Still.”

“Fine, sorry, jeez.”

(The fallen king is now holding the jester’s collar down with one hand and furiously rubbing at it with his fist, scowling like the fabric personally offended him. “You should have let me iron this,” he huffs, and the way Eddie watches Steve is so cartoonishly fond Gareth half expects a menagerie of woodland creatures to scamper out of the brush and sing a song about it.)

Satisfied, Jeff gets back on board. He hums, his mouth a grim line, voice dropping to the bottom of his register. “And you suspect the Dark Arts?”

“What other explanation could there be?” Gareth lifts his steepled fingers  to his mouth, forgetting he is still holding the drumstick, and tips it forward so it doesn’t go right up his nose. He glowers in the pair’s general direction. “What do we truly know about this Hair-ington? What secrets does that follicle fortress hold? What Black Magic does this strapping sorcerer wield that has so bewitched our beloved bro?” Francis snorts. “The black magic is that Steve’s hot, and Eddie wants to kiss him.”

Gareth and Jeff stare at him, slack-jawed. Francis shrugs.

“Look I’m not into the guy but let’s call a spade a spade.” 

Gareth shifts his weight to one leg, his theatrics flushing out of him. “I’m running out of steam on this, can we just talk about Eddie’s stupid crush on Steve Harrington?”

“Oh my god PLEASE.” “I have been WAITING for someone to bring it up” “I’ve never seen him like this. He is gone. He is smitten.”

“I’d go so far as to say he is straight up besotted my dude!” “Cupid’s arrow flew true and it got him right between the fucking eyes.”

It’s not the first time Eddie’s had a crush, or the most embarrassing. It’s not even that the guys are worried about what would happen if they roasted Eddie to his face—Eddie can dish it out as well as he can take it, mostly. But whatever Eddie has with Steve feels…untouchable. The first time Steve dropped him off Gareth tested the waters with something light, something along the lines of, “you think he’s gonna give you his letterman jacket?” Instead of laughing it off, Eddie dimmed, and he answered, quietly, “Steve’s just a friend.” The subject hasn’t been broached since.

But perhaps Eddie just can’t see the forest for the trees. Because from the band’s perspective…

“Oh my God are you KIDDING me?”

“What?”

“Steve just did The Move!”

“What move?”

“THE Move! You know.” Gareth presses together his palms, one slightly higher so he can curl his fingers over the ones on his opposite hand. He affects a bright, breathy voice and coos: “Hee hee oh wow your hands are soooo small compared to mine. Hee hee hoo my hands are so big and strong just like me, I could do a billion push ups, probably, and ohhhh wow! Now we’re holding hands! How did that happen! Hee hee hoo hoo ha ha ha!”

Francis chuckles knowingly. “Total Hot Guy Move.”

“A classic!”

“Is that what you think Steve Harrington sounds like?” Jeff asks.

As if on cue, Steve shifts his hand so his fingers fill the spaces between Eddie’s, and then those fingers are folding over, and then the two of them are just…holding hands, in the middle of the street. Staring at each other. Smiling.

Henderson seems just as fed up with this song and dance as the rest of them because he launches from his post in Steve’s back seat, halves himself over the center console and absolutely lays on the horn.

(That’s the other thing they don’t talk about, how clingy Dustin’s gotten. How he trails Eddie like a little shadow, like he’s been stitched to the sole of Eddie’s shoe. Like if he doesn’t have eyes on Eddie at all times he’s going to disappear.)

It snaps them out of their spell because then Steve is barking for him to, “quit it, this is a residential neighborhood!!!” and Henderson is punching out the tune to “Ride of the Valkyries” and Eddie is laughing, really laughing, his head thrown back and his eyes closed as he loses himself to a debilitating, full body cackle and for one brief, horrible moment Gareth thinks he might start crying.

Because there had been a time—Mayish, Juneish—when they didn’t know if they would get Eddie back. That part of him, the core of him, the writhing nucleus of his Eddie-ness, had been tamped down for good. And then Steve showed up. And then Steve kept showing up. And then slowly, surely, Eddie came back. Eddie’s here. Eddie’s late to band practice.

Gareth’s driveway has an incline so it takes Eddie a minute to reach them (Eddie’s working with a physical therapist to build up his quad strength Eddie’s missing sections of his internal organs Eddie almost died and he didn’t and they will never know how or why and Gareth swallows down another knot of emotion lodged at the base of his throat). When he’s at the top he bobs his chin at them and pumps his eyebrows, sheepish but unapologetic.  He glances over his shoulder, flicks a salute at Henderson and Steve, beams when Steve answers with a fluttery trill of his fingers. He turns, moves to set up.

“Hey, Munson!” 

Steve’s halfway in the car, forearm draped over the open driver’s side door, one foot propped on the seat. For a beat he doesn’t move, the corner of his lower lip pinched beneath the top row of his teeth. Then his tongue falls out of his mouth, he makes a little “Bleh!” noise like a B-movie vampire, and he throws the horns.

He does it wrong. He sticks his thumb out instead of tucking it beneath his middle and ring fingers. He isn’t saying rock on, he’s saying something else, cause Gareth knows a little ASL and in ASL that sign means—

Later Eddie will say his knee gave out, that he’s still figuring out how to maneuver his “busted ass body.” They let him have it, but Gareth and Jeff and Francis know the truth. Steve Harrington told Eddie Munson he loves him, and Eddie swooned.  “You fellas ready to rock?” Eddie asks as he hooks up to his amp. Gareth gets behind his drum kit, counts them in, and the band plays on.   

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part0, part1, part2 (coming soon)

medieval fantasy steddie au warnings: none

"It's cruel, isn't it?"

Three children crowded around a gilded display case, newly added to the lavish scenery of the grand hall. They only murmured amongst themselves, but their voices carried loudly in the quiet of the tall, stone walls.

"What's so cruel?" The squire asked sarcastically, "They're dangerous beasts that regularly terrorize people. This is like mounting a set of antlers, or splaying a bear skin rug."

Down the way, a young man turned his head to the group of boys, interest piqued by the subject of the arguing. Shaggy, black strands slipped from the tight material of his colorful hood, and the ears of his costume bounced with his steps.

The one in defense of these 'dangerous beasts' gave the other a pointed look, "That's very generalized of you, Lucas." He refuted, "You know, dragons are intelligent and, most importantly, sentient creatures. They're fully capable of being either good or bad."

"Still." Lucas rolled his eyes, "Who's to say this didn't come from one that scorched a village to the earth? Or slaughtered an entire flock of sheep? Or—"

Eddie was close enough now to recognize the one making wild gestures as Dustin Henderson, the son of the royal's head chef. They had yet to notice him approaching, and continued in not-so-hushed tones.

"Alright, alright! I understand your point." Dustin acquiesced, looking beseechingly at the last boy of the trio who had yet to make his opinion known, "Mike?"

He shook his head, raising his hands and taking a step back, "Don't look at me. I'm not convinced this is even real."

"Of course!" Dustin exclaimed mockingly, "The King and Queen simply fabricated this piece for mere decoration. Say, it is so excellently crafted, I could almost mistake it for having come from the living thing!"

Mike's face screwed, "Would it be so difficult to keep your voice down when making such statements about the royals? You're lucky I know enough not to record the things we say behind closed doors."

"Oh, that's rich coming from you." Dustin said, Lucas scoffing from the side of the pair, "You and your big mouth have said the worst of us three by far—!"

"Gentlemen! Gentlemen." Eddie finally intervened, the fabric tails of his sleeves almost flapping as he waved his arms, "What is all this ruckus about? You're going to wake the castle with all this noise."

"Sorry, Eddie." Dustin apologized offhandedly, though not completely ingenuine, "But this is a topic I just so happen to be very passionate about."

Nonplussed, Mike shrugged his shoulders, "What does it matter what stance we take? This is clearly some form of art. It was probably commissioned from outside of the kingdom."

The object in question was about the size of his hand, scaled in swampy shades of green. It was the spaded end of a serpent's tail, but much larger. Truly, this does belong to a dragon, or more fittingly, did belong. Regardless of the validity of Mike's assessment, this piece of limb had been long severed from its owner.

"But why then commission the tail?" Dustin asked, and it did make Eddie wonder, "Why not the whole head? The massive horns? A set of sharp teeth? Why not display the clawed hands or, or strip the scales from the body and adorn them on armor?"

"All off this to say, the tail is convenient!" Dustin went on, "If you had the choice to display anything of a buck, would it be its rear end?"

Mike eyed him critically, and some distant memory was pulled from the recesses of Eddie's mind. He'd forgotten this boy was an appointed scribe of the castle, "What do you mean by that; convenient?"

"Who cares!" Lucas suddenly shouted, "This is just another show of the King's wealth. It shouldn't be our problem where it came from." He backed away then, straightening his garbs and adjusting his belt, "I have work to attend to, see you guys later."

"I've also things to do. Dustin. Eddie." Mike gave a single, curt wave goodbye, and left down the opposite direction.

Dustin remained silent, obviously still a bit irked. That wouldn't do.

"You know some about dragons?" Eddie inquired, and while it was more a ploy to drag the child from his foul mood, he truthfully was interested in the topic.

As expected, Dustin's eyes practically grew twofold, "I do! I've read every book I could find from both the town and castle libraries. Many of the accounts had their biases, but I did manage to find some genuinely objective observations." He grinned, "Did you know that dragons like to play? I don't mean toying with their food like cats might a mouse. Several have been spotted performing tricks in the air, all completely at their leisure."

It wasn't so far that Eddie couldn't imagine such a thing, perhaps akin to a dog chasing its own tail in circles. Just mindless fun.

Still, Lucas' words rang in his head. These giant reptiles were rowdy creatures, often causing mayhem and being general nuisances. The kingdom of Lenora had never suffered from any notable dragon attacks, but news from neighboring dominions, and their neighbors further, got around.

Honestly, he could not see the Harringtons ever having the will nor might to slay a dragon, and surely, with Lucas a squire, he would have heard of knight from this quarter ending such a beast? Therefore, the only logical assumption to make was that it was either purchased from elsewhere, or a fraud.

"They're misunderstood." Dustin pressed, "They're more like us than you probably think. I mean—" He stopped, and shook his head, "They're like any animal or person. They feel pain... They can be sad, lonely, just like they can have friends and be happy."

"It is," Eddie stalled, "... Certainly, a relevant notion worth considering, what with all the dramatic talk across the realm." He could see that the boy was hardly satisfied with such a lackluster answer, "However! I am a man of practice. I see what I believe, and I believe what I see. There's never been any sightings in Lenora, and so, I am a neutral party."

Dustin placed his hands in his hips, "As much as that frustrates me," he sighed, sounding regretful to admit it, "I can hardly fault your methods."

"Say," Eddie joked, hating to leave the kid hanging on what was clearly a low note, "If the horny beasts really aren't so horned nor beastly, perhaps you can introduce me."

"Very funny, fool." Eyes were rolled good, despite Dustin's more resigned expression, "If only."

He bowed low, "My sincerest pleasure, sir Henderson."

Huffing at his antics, Dustin suddenly straightened up, "What time is it?" He asked, glancing at the fading orange streaming in from open shudders, "Sorry, Eddie. I have someplace to be. See you!"

He watched the younger hurry down the hall, then around a corner. Eddie wondered where he was off to with such urgency, after all, a Baker's apprentice only had so much work to do so late in the day.

Alone, he spared a final appraisal of the tail. Eddie hadn't noticed before, but the cut was smattered in a fine spray of blood, as if not even cleaned after slaughter.

He couldn't help his slight shiver, always having been a bit on the squeamish side. That was why he'd taken so readily to a life of comedy instead of war.

Mindlessly, his lute was unslung from his shoulder. As he continued his peaceful meandering of the castle's impressive grounds, stray fingers toyed with the strings of his machine, playing some distant, mournful song.

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