Sterek childhood friends set in the abo universe. Stiles going over the hales house one day with his mother and just being adopted and never really leaving.
Introverted Derek who doesnât like people and usually take forever to get use to them immediately throwing out that rule when stiles is around. They are never more that 2 feet away from each other. Derek tells stiles and his mother (his alpha) that one day heâs going to marry stiles. Everyone and I mean everyone in beacon hills is aware that they belong to each other. They are very unhinged about each other.
When Stiles presents heâs also unlocks his spark abilities. This changes this as other alphas from different pack start to try and court him. This pies off no both him and Derek as they had wanted to wait until they were older to give each other mating bites, but without them people still see stiles as available.
This all comes to head when stiles is at the Hale house when another pack is coming to visit. Some dumbass keeps making flirty remarks at stiles all night. Especially at dinner where he sits across from stiles, and decides to challenges Derek for stiles mating right. The hales and the visit pack immediately breaks out into arguments, Peter and his wife try and stab a few of the visiting wolfs with their butter knives.
Derek strangely, is not screaming at the visitor, this is not to say heâs not angry, to say he would be beyond furious is putting it lightly. Derek gets up, stands behind stiles. He looks the other alpha in the eyes as he leans down, uses his fingers to tilt stiles head and bites down on his mating gland.
The table goes silent, stiles sits there perfectly still and waits for Derek to be finished. Once Derek pulls his teeth from stiles neck, stiles kisses him and then turns and smile sweetly at the dumbass who started this in the first place as he verbally rips into him. Derek stands behind him with the biggest cockiest smirk on his face as stiles rips this guys to shreds, as his omega claims in a room full of people that no one would ever reach the level that Derek is.
Just sterek being blatantly in love and obsessive over each other.
Cop dad, criminal son, Stilinski coded. Like I love stiles but that man is not being a cop. Heâs far too obsessed and cares to little about the law.
And to everyone thinking that sheriff Stilinski would be disappointed?? NOO, yâall have it sooo wrong.
That man loves his criminal son. THATS his wifeâs son. Do you understand, thatâs all Claudia. And yes I understand that the sheriff would also commit unspeakable crimes to protect his son, that criminality comes from Claudia. Stilinskiâs protect their own. He doesnât love stiles in spite of his behaviours but because of them.
Some random person: Stiles broke into the station again
Sheriff, Literally bursting with pride: I know, heâs just so smart, he was probably just bored and wanted something to do
Like everyone is side eyeing them because stiles commits crimes for enrichment and the sheriff is just like âtell me everything about how you got away with itâ
I could go on about how Claudia haunts the narrative after years of being dead and everything but thatâs for another post
my favourite bit of fantasy high freshman year that no one ever talks about is how fig and fabian were supposed to "bully" gorgug and riz to get on penelope's good side, but when they got ragh on their side to protect them, there was supposedly no point in doing that anymore. the four of them could finally interact on the school grounds, and i BET they made a big deal out of that. now imagine the poor freshmen seeing this 4'4 nerdy goblin boy with a briefcase straight up RIDING into the school on the shoulders of FABIAN FREAKING SEACASTER, son of one of the most fearsome people in the world, the most popular boy in school and the guy who's been treating him like hell for the past month?!?!? and now he is just sitting on his shoulders. he shows fabian something on his crystal and fabian lets out a big laugh and says: "oh, the ball, you're a riot!" and the entirety of augefort tries to understand what the hell is happening. in between him and figueroth faeth, the coolest, most rebellious girl ever, walks the Backpack Stealer, the guy who sings when he's upset, the boy who's been bullied so hard that even the bullies kind of feel bad about it. but instead of laughing at him, fig helps him with his drumsticks and fixes his hood cape when she notices it's upside down. and when the freshmen take a closer look at them, the goblin boy gives them a happy, crooked, a little insane smile with the look of absolute triumph, and they see that the big guy has so much pride and joy in his eyes. they did it. they no longer have to act scared and hide in the corners because they can finally show the world how much their friends love them. after that, the bad kids become a well known and loved party, but they never EVER elaborate on that and the rest of the school is left to wonder what did gorgug and riz do to win fabian, fig AND ragh over in a single day.
I kinda want an episode where Uther realises how useful Merlin is as a spy and just uses him to spy on royal guests.
The poisoned chalice episode and then later the whole thing with the Dark Knight proved to Uther that Merlin is trust worthy, so he approaches Merlin and offers him that job.
Merlin: okay ... That actually works well for me, but I have one condition
Uther: Let me guess, you want more money
Merlin: no. You can't use me to spy on Arthur. He trusts me and I'm not going to abuse that trust.
Uther: ... What would Arthur have to hide from me?
Merlin: that's not the point. I want Arthur to be able to tell me if he like, wants to vent about a royal he's annoyed with without me having to tell you that he's annoyed by them. Or if YOU annoy him.
Uther: do I do that?
Merlin: no comment, but let me tell you something about that: any child is annoyed by their parents sometimes.
Uther: hmm ... Okay, I think I see your point. You're awfully loyal to him
Merlin: he's my friend.
Uther: I see... And that's your only condition?
Merlin: yes actually.
Uther: It's going to be interesting to work with you
every time merlin follows arthur out on hunts or quests or what have you, he snatches food from the kitchens and goes around feeding the animals in the forrest while heâs not protecting arthur and the rest of his idiots from danger. now as they all make their way thru the woods, theres a trail of deer, mice, birds, rabbits, and wolves that just follow behind them. a group of bandits gets the drop on them and start to go after merlin when a bunch of birds swoop down from the trees and start pecking at the men and wolves encircle merlin, growling and the men, and they all turn to see huge stags with even bigger antlers glaring at them before they headbut the men with their antlers and knock them out cold. if disney existed, gwaine would joke that heâs a disney princess
au where merlin pulled siganâs spirit from cedricâs body and tries to shove him back in the jewel but fails and now siganâs soul is stuck in merlinâs body and heâs just a voice in merlinâs head urging him to kill everyone. everytime uther enters the room sigan goes âoh gods this bitch againâ or âsomeone hasnât killed him yet?â when theres an assassin going after arthur, sigan is just like âwhy are we fighting so hard to save this asshat? he dumped a bucket of water on us earlierâ or when arthur says something borderline sweet and merlin is lowkey swooning, sigan is just gagging in his head. when merlin gets annoyed and is insulting arthur but cant think of something particularly scathing, sigan chimes in and the words just roll off his tongue. sigan teaches merlin more powerful magic/spells that arenât in any of the books.
ygraine gives birth to a quiet child. the babe does not scream, cry, or wail when it is born. one of the midwives take the bloody babe and holds it against her chest and she rubs its back and urges it to breathe. gaius is hidden beneath her dress and he tends to her wounds that sap her strength with every gush of blood. nimueh sits beside her, holding her hand as she takes in gasping breaths, recovering from the painful and exhausting ordeal of birthing a child. nimuehâs hand is running through her hair as she whispers praises in her ear that she cannot hear.
the room begins to darken as she leans against nimueh. her vision tunnels to a golden scene hovering in the air above her. she sees a young man with golden hair and bright blue eyes. he sits atop a throne with a golden crown nestled on his head. beside him is a figure that is obscured, their features hidden from her view but she can tell they are powerful. the image in the air shifts between the two people, flipping like a coin in the air, the golden king on one side and the cloaked figure on the other. the coin slowly picks up speed until the two figures blur together.
from the distorted image, three women appear and whisper a prophecy to her, a familiar one that has been told for millennia - more a fairy tale now than the words of a seer. as the women speak each line of the prophecy, one after the other, their voices combine into one as they whisper to her âbehold the once and future king, arthur pendragonâ
âdo you see that?â she feels herself mumble as the three women disappear and the coin begins to slow once more. the two men come back into view, now side by side, âoh, its beautiful,â she murmurs, âlook at him, nimueh. my son, my sonâŠso beautiful.â arthur shifts his gaze to meet her own and suddenly the golden visage begins to rot. his regal robes fall apart, his crown rusts, the castle around him begins to decay and collapse into rubble.
arthur begins to cry like a child, unfitting for a man of his age. he shrinks to a young boy, perhaps seven, and stands next to his father, uther, as he addresses a crowd. he stands tall and proud though it is clear something has happened. his expression is cold and unfeeling until his gaze shifts down to someone in the square and pure hatred fills his eyes. the vision moves back and allows ygraine to watch as a young woman is tied to a pyre, screaming and crying and begging and pleading for her life.
âthis woman has been found guilty for the crime of sorcery,â utherâs voice commands attention though his words make no sense to her. sorcery a crime? what nonsense. uther continues, âfor such a crime, the punishment is and will always be death.â he nods down at the executioner who ushers forward and lights the wood of the pyre. knights follow suit and soon the woman is screaming in agony as flames engulf her.
arthur lowers his head and averts his gaze but uther grabs his chin and pulls his face up, âwatch,â he orders him, âthey killed your mother. they deserve this.â young arthur has tears in his eyes but he does not let them fall. he squares his shoulders and stares down at the woman as she is burnt to a crisp. when the screaming finally stops, young arthur shifts his gaze up to hers.
âiâm sorry,â he whispers, âplease, save me.â
ygraine can hear her cries as the vision dissipates, her wails and denials. nimueh holds her close and whispers how she needs patience, her child will breathe yet. ygraine feels even more of her strength sap away and she understands. the deal uther made with nimueh, it called for a death to create a life. she knows now that it is her life that will be reaped in exchange. she does not have time to weep.
she turns to nimueh, âprotect him,â she squeezes her hand, âyou have to protect him.â she pleads. nimueh does not understand. how could she? ygraine squeezes her hand harder than she had in childbirth, âpromise me, nimueh. you wonât let uther corrupt him. you wonât let him harm my son.â nimueh looks down at gaius who peeks over her dress, sorrow in his gaze and shakes his head. ygraine sobs once more, âpromise me, nimueh!â
the high priestess turns back to her, âi promise, my lady, but rest assured king uther will not harm a hair on your childâs head.â
ygraine shakes her head, her body has gone numb, âyou donât understand. he will never be the same. you have to protect him. you have to protect arthur.â
nimueh nods, her expression trouble, âi promise, ygraine. i will protect arthur.â
ygraine smiles through her tears, the pain and sorrow fading as she grew weaker. nimuehâs expression grows panicked but the last thing she hears is her beautiful sonâs cries.
nimueh didnât understand ygraineâs wish until uther learned of his wifeâs fate. she had expected sobbing, falling to his knees, or begging the gods. she didnât expect the rage, though it was understandable, and she definitely didnât expect the vitriol he spat at her, blaming her for ygraineâs passing. despite the protests that fell from her lips, she knew he was right. it was her magic from a deal she offered him that took her life.
her magic claimed ygraineâs life in her chambers. she held her in her arms as she died and could do nothing to save her. the last thing she saw when she died was nimueh, helpless to do anything to stop what she had put in motion.
uther called for his guards to round up all magic users and have them punished. gaius, a man who was always a bit selfish, surrendered to uther, denounced sorcery and magic and was forgiven for his past âtreacheryâ. when he turned to nimueh, she knew even if she had denounced magic, he would never forgive her for what happened. he ordered his guards to have her taken to the dungeons in cold iron and spat that she would burn in the morning.
it didnât take much magic to disappear from the throne room and reappear out in the halls. she strode through the castle up to the nursery where little arthur was to reside. something in uther shattered in that room, he cursed magic users and called them monsters, beasts meant to be hunted and killed. she wouldnât know if he truly meant to go through with it until the first execution but she was not waiting that long.
ygraineâs last wish had been for her to protect arthur, to protect him from his father. when she had said that, she had assumed the queen was delirious from pain and blood loss. now she understood. the triple goddess had blessed her with knowledge before her passing. and with that knowledge, she begged nimueh to protect arthur from uther. nimueh would not wait until it was too late, she would not sit back and let fate have itâs way, she would not let ygraine down again.
nimueh greeted the wetnurse with a smile. the woman smiled kindly up at her and she politely requested arthur and asked her to leave. the woman was hesitant but a subtle spell over her mind guided her out and away from the room. nimueh stared down at little arthurâs face. he had thin strands of white hair that was sure to thicken and darken as he grew. he had ygraineâs nose and lips. when he blinked his eyes open it was like she was staring down at the late queen.
the sound of guards pounding down the hall alerted her of her precarious situation once more and she did not waste another second before fleeing. she held arthur tight to her chest as she fled the castle and wormed her way through the citadel. no one looked twice at her, the average citizen unaware that their queen had had a child and died just that morning.
nimueh traveled as fast as she could back to her island. she warned her sisters that resided on the island of what uther meant to do. they did not take his threats seriously until they scried and saw uther slaughtering hundreds of magic users in the coming weeks. nimueh and her sisters helped raise arthur until an attack was launched on the isle itself. she and arthur remained under the castle while the other high priestesses fought back against the armies storming their home. one of her sisters stumbled down into the room, beaten and bloodied.
âtheyâve won,â she slurred, âthe isle of the blessed has fallen. you must go, protect the child. do not let him fall into utherâs hands.â she cast her magic to form a gateway for nimueh and arthur, âi do not have much strength to hold this, sister. go now.â nimueh left her home behind. she heard two weeks later that the castle had been burnt and crumbled to rubble.
nimueh and arthur traveled the land, hopping from place to place and never settling for long as camelot knights were soon to follow. arthur grew quicker than she thought possible and she knew she had to settle down somewhere, yet she knew that if she were to settle in a village or town, it would only be a matter of time before camelot found them.
it took time and energy and lots of magic, but she created a cottage in the woods, hidden by wards to divert any visitors. she and arthur both learned to live off the land, to grow what they needed and survive on their own. he always found her magic fascinating and loved to watch her cast spells. since he was born from a deal she made, his very being was fused together with her own magic, marking him as hers.
he called her mama and she called him son. she told him of his other mother, ygraine, of how she gave birth to him but perished before she could meet him. she told him that she knew ygraine was proud of him because she was proud of him. arthur always wished to explore the world outside of their haven but nimuehâs paranoia kept him close.
it wasnât until one day when arthur was ten that something changed. nimueh had been on her way out to tend to their crops when she heard arthur laughing and playing. she smiled to herself as she continued on her way. until she heard another voice, a higher voice belonging to what sounded like a child.
nimueh dropped her tools and rushed around the lawn to find arthur on the edge of their haven playing with a boy a couple of years younger than him with a mop of black hair and wide blue eyes. the boy was also inside their haven. he had gotten past her wards. he was dangerous. nimueh dashed forward and grabbed arthur, tugging him behind her as she assessed the boy. arthur complained behind her and begged her to let him stay. the boy stood up on shaky legs and didnât bother dusting off his trousers.
âhi!â he waved a hand, a goofy smile on his face, âmy momâs busy at the market so i came to play in the woods. arthur and i were just about to play will and iâs favorite game, knight and princess. will always makes me be the princess but arthur wanted to be the princess this time so i really, really, really wanna play with him. do you wanna join? you can beâŠthe dragon guarding the princess!! oh, you already are. are we playing now? hold on, let me get a stick so i can-â
âwho are you?â nimueh finally cut off his rambling. she wasnât sure how a child, or anyone for that matter, could talk so fast and endlessly without taking a breath. her fear eased as she recognized that he truly was just a child, but she still remained wary as he had somehow found his way past her wardings.
âoh, sorry! my mom always says i have to be more polite but i always am so i never understand what she means.â he blinked and shook his head before grinning up at her, showing off his missing tooth in the top corner of his mouth, âiâm merlin!â
somehow some time magic goes wrong and young arthurs from different points in time are pulled into king arthur era. everyone kinda has this back and forth of who is going to watch the literal 8 month old. gwen and lancelot are pretty good at taking care of him, so is percival but he doesnt seem comfortable with it so no one forces him. elyan tried to hold him but baby!arthur started wailing after three seconds. leon is sorta good but he has like no idea how babies work or what they need so when baby!arthur found his sword and almost lobbed his own head off, leon was forbidden from taking care of the child. gaius is too old and busy researching how to reverse the issue. who the HELL would trust gwaine with a child? arthur has this Odd aversion to the child but no one pushes him on it. ofc merlin, magic incarnate, has this like aura or energy that draws all these innocent woodland creatures to him so obviously little arthur is also drawn to him. in fact, merlin seems to be the person he likes the most. and merlins a natural w kids apparently so hes often the one that baby!arthur is handed off to.
he complains about it at first but when baby!arthur breaks into a fit of giggles after merlin calls adult!arthur a clotpole, he has merlin wrapped around his little finger. merlin stops complaining but does let arthur know that the one thing he Will Not Do is change his diaper. arthur laughs and walks away. merlin talks to baby!arthur like theyâve been friends for years (bc they have). arthur points out that baby!arthur cant understand him and merlin retorts that its like how it normally is. merlin gets to perform magic in front of baby!arthur and he LOVES it
my point to this was merlin dotting on little versions of arthur is a way that no one ever really did for him growing up and adult!arthur seeing it and healing little pieces of his inner child as he watches merlin play games with baby!arthur and make sure heâs taken care of. it especially hits him when gaius finally finds a way to send baby!arthur back and while everyone seems torn between upset they have to say bye, theyâre also relieved to get the baby back where hes supposed to be,, merlin is like choking back fat tears. everyone backs off to give them privacy and merlin just kisses baby!arthurâs forehead and whispers some encouraging and heartachingly sincere words that have adult!arthur choking back tears.
then BOOM the spell also backfires and while yes baby!arthur got back to where hes supposed to be, now theres toddler!arthur. he has this gravitational pull to gaius (can recognize him) and merlin (magic soulmates ofc he has an innate trust in the man). merlin is happy to have his little friend back and gaius goes back to the drawing board. now they have this little 2-3 year old toddling after them and blabbering something that sounds like english if youâre patient enough
(merlin makes another comment about how little arthur has changed over the years)
the cycle repeats, merlin and toddler!arthur get attached and adult!arthur watches and heals a bit more of his inner child. gaius finds another cure that falls through the same way and now they have child!arthur. he has a bit more of utherâs influence in him but hes still a child. he gets hurt and tries to fight back tears but merlin sees heâs in pain and tells him itâs okay to be hurt, to feel pain, to cry. child!arthur says in that stutter cry children do when theyâre fighting back tears that his father says boys shouldnât cry. merlin wipes a tear that slips down child!arthurâs face and whispers about how he cries and lets himself feel his sadness before picking himself back up and dusting himself off before getting back to it, that it doesnât make him weak but stronger. adult!arthur hears this and this may not be the beginning of his deconstruction but it makes a tremendous amount of progress in him rewiring his brain away from his fatherâs toxic ways of thinking.
idk if theyâd get a teen!arthur since gaius probably wouldâve learned his lesson by then but if they did, weâd get to watch Merlin vs Arthur Showdown 2.0 as merlin humbles the young prince and i think thatâd be funny. especially for gwaine since he didnât get to see it happen the first time.
*merlins magic gets exposed in front of the knights*
merlin, magic user: oh fuck
arthur, finally taking this opportunity to pretend as if he just found out merlin has magic after agonizing for the past month on how to bring it up: you have magic?
lancelot, merlin defender, already knew of merlinâs magic: no! i have magic
gwaine, merlin defender, already knew of merlinâs magic, lover of chaos, ride or die: no, i have magic!
mordred, desperate for his heroâs approval bc no matter what heâs done emrys just stares at him with distrust and the poor boy is tired and so close to tears: noâŠi have magic.
percival, raised by druids and bonded strongly with mordred over that and does Not agree with the persecution of magic in camelot, had an inkling that merlin had magic but no proof: no. i have magic.
*leon and elyan exchange a look, elyan, amused and leon, exhausted, elyan shrugs*
elyan, knows how much gwen adores merlin and completely understands her stance bc merlinâŠis merlin, down to clown and put on a show, really playing up the dramatics: no! i have magic.
leon, exhausted, has known of merlinâs magic since he stepped foot in camelot, knows of his feelings for arthur and arthurâs feelings for him, knows arthur knows of merlinâs magic and wouldnât harm him, thinks everyone is being absolutely ridiculous:
*the knights stare hard at leon and even merlin looks slightly offended at leon not jumping to his defense with the rest of the knights, arthur hasnât said anything and is staring at leon expectantly*
A story within a story where a mother sits her rowdy children down and tells them a story about a the world's sweetest, kindest mother who never lost her temper, never cursed and never yelled at her children, no matter how rowdy they could get. She would only gently, kindly told them to not do the dangerous things. One day she sweetly, kindly told her children to not go play at the riverbank, because it's dangerous and they might slip on the rocks, fall into the water, and die. Her children do not listen. They go play at the riverbank, where they slip on the rocks, fall into the water, and die.
And the sweet perfect mother of the story comes to the riverbank, sees that all her children drowned, and starts crying so bitterly that angels overhear her, and the angels say to each other, "she does not deserve this, this woman has never done anything wrong in her life, this should not have happened to her", and feeling great pity for her, bring her children back to life, and after that they always listened to their mother and lived happily ever after.
And the storyteller's children, who at this point are familiar with the concept that these stories are supposed to have some sort of a moral or lesson in them, interject to point out that their mother hasn't always done everything perfectly, she isn't always sweet, curses a lot, and as a matter of fact loses her shit at her kids all the time. She isn't like the mother of the story at all.
And their mother agrees: Her children are correct. She is not a perfect mother who has never done anything wrong. Angels will not have pity on her, and they will not bring her little shits back to life if they go to the river and die. So they better fucking not go get themselves killed in the first place.
Steve and Eddie donât get together for awhileâin fact it takes them longer than most people expect. Itâs not filled with miscommunication and longing though. Instead itâs a slow build to falling in love.
Steve and Eddie do grow close after the spring break from hell. In fact, they would come to consider each other best friends (second only to Robin, as under the friendship agreement she made Eddie sign). But they fall into an easy sort of friendship, finding more things in common than just the kids eventually. They share a love of weird, eclectic movies, cars, weird food recipes, and even books. They teach each other about the stuff neither one would ever dream to be interested in.
Eddie learns about sports intensely. To the point, he joins a softball league with Steve and Robin (she is only team manager, there to look at the pretty girls who signed up).
Steve learns all about music. To the point he wants to learn an instrument. He wants to learn guitar at first, wanting to share Eddieâs love for it but finds itâs not for him. Instead, he takes up the drums, much to Robins's reluctance.
Itâs simple between them, despite their history (both upside down and non-upside down alike). Itâs not something Steve has with anyone else, seeing as most of his friendships involve a complexity that he canât even understand himself.
It goes on for years, supporting each other through nightmares, heartbreak, grief (Eddie), and a sexuality crisis (Steve). They get tattoos together, take odd classes at the rec center together, and eventually share an apartment together with Robin in Chicago.
Robin tries to convince Steve for years there is something between him and Eddie. But Steve denies it, and he really means it.
Eventually life changes, their friendship stays strong but things are bound to take new shape.
Steve moves out to live with his boyfriend of a year. Eddie helps him, even cooks dinner for the two of them in their new apartment. Theyâre all friends, they hangout all the time.
Months pass, things seem okay, fine. Then, a year and change passea. Things are a little sour. Steve and Eddieâs friendship stays strong, but Steve seems to have problems with his boyfriend. Eddie listens because he cares; he loves Steve, and Steve loves him. Theyâre best friends; they would do anything for each other.
Including telling your best friend that maybe this guy isnât good for him.
Steve doesnât react poorly, just small. He shrinks in on himself. Like he knows Eddieâs right but doesnât want to agree. Instead, Steve smiles sadly and moves on.
But Eddie doesnât hear from Steve for a month.
It drives him insane; they havenât gone that long without talking since Eddie was in a temporary coma. Heâs worried he might have cost himself a best friend. Robin had moved in with her girlfriend a month before his talk with Steve, so Eddie was left to his own devices in his new one-bedroom apartment. Spiraling about Steve.
Robin said he was fine, and Eddie should believe her but he canât help but worry.
He almost cracked and went to Steveâs apartment, keys in his hands ready to storm the castle.
ExceptâŠ.
When Eddie throws his apartment door open, thereâs Steve, hand raised, ready to knock.
He looks exhausted, with two bags under his eyes and one bag in his hand.
âHi.â Is all he managed to croak out before falling into Eddieâs arms, which had been open and ready for the sweet boy.
After the crying had calmed down and they had moved to the couch, Steve explained everything.
How Eddie had been right, Steve and his boyfriend werenât good for each other. How he had been isolated from everyone except Eddie and Robin. How the last month, the fighting had only escalated. How things had slipped from just arguments to unforgivable words and actions.
How Steve was worried that everyone would choose his boyfriend instead of him.
Eddie rushed to ease his worries and offered to beat the guy up. It made Steve laugh.
Steve tells him he doesnât have anywhere to go, but heâll get out of his hair. Maybe go to Robinâs.
Eddie insisted Steve stayed and wouldnât take no for an answer.
Thatâs when things start to slowly change.
Steve promises to look for a new place right away, Eddie says itâs no rush.
The first night, Steve tries to sleep on the couch, but Eddie pushes him to the bedroom, insisting they can share. Itâs not like they havenât before; itâs nothing new.
Except it is.
Suddenly, the days pass, and Eddie canât fall asleep unless Steve is beside him. And Steve canât stay asleep if Eddie isnât there.
It starts off on respectful sides, but pushes into tangled limbs in the middle of the night, to finally just snuggling into each other's arms even before they fall asleep.
Everything else is the sameâŠ.yet somehow different.
Itâs like every little thing they do together brings a new kind of joy. Even boring things like doing the dishes or laundry seem so much better with Steve around.
They start to know each otherâs habits, even more so than before, with how little space there is now in the apartment. Steve knows the exact place where Eddie always forgets his keys and the way he stretches his spine when heâs tired versus the way he does when heâs bored.
They fall into a lovely pattern of warmth and a type of love they canât quite place.
They both donât talk about it, but Steve ponders on it often. Why it feels so different now? After all these years? It hits him one day that it isnât because he loves Eddie any less or more than he did a few years ago. No, itâs because they both have grown, and changed from who they used to be.
And so has the love between them.
Steve and Eddie, at 19 and 20, could never have the love they have now for each other, for the type of people they were then. Their love was platonic, wholesome, and what they needed then. Steve could not love the kind of man Eddie was then, and vice versa.
Now though, grown and changed but somehow still the same, their love was something new and bright.
Steve only smiled at the realization, not in any rush to move forward. Just enjoying his time with his Eddie.
Eventually, though, Steve stops looking for a new place, and Eddie never asks him to leave. Everyone refers to the apartment as theirs and not just Eddieâs. Robin stops making sly comments and instead smiles happily, almost fondly, at them when they gravitate toward each other. Eddie asks for Steveâs advice on how to deal with the landlord. Steve opens the mail regardless of whose name is on the front. Months pass, and suddenly, Steve is turning 28, and Eddie has a cupcake with a singular candle on it.
âMake a wish, sweetheart.â Eddie says, the soft glow of the flame lighting up his face.
Steve smiles softly at him and leans in. Itâs not a risk, in the end, to kiss Eddie. It should be nerve-wracking and scary to change their friendship. But itâs notâitâs easy.
Their lips are soft as they lightly kiss. Steve whispers against Eddieâs mouth, âDonât want a wish. I have everything I need.â
Eddie huffs a laugh across Steveâs lips. He says nothingâhe doesnât need to. Instead, Eddie leans in again, capturing Steveâs mouth once more.
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