Steddie with witch!Eddie and Fae!Steve but they're both kinda bad at it?
Like after Eddie's mom dies, he finds a locked box under her bed. It's one of the few things he's able to save from his dad's drunken rampages. After he moves in with Wayne he finally gets a chance to open it. Inside he finds what he firsts assume are journals but what turn out to be, not only his mother's Grimoire, but a few from his grandmother and a great great uncle as well.
Lonely, awkward thirteen year old is elated to learn magic might be real and tries the first spell he sees, immediately burning off his eyebrows and what little hair was finally growing back from his buzz cut.
After that uncle Wayne sits him down for a serious conversation. Wayne sets some ground rules (no cursing, no love spells, potions should be made outside, ect). Unfortunately, aside from being a decent herbalist, Wayne has no magic of his own so telling Eddie not to be stupid is about all he can do which is inconvenient when they discover Eddie's magic is as excitable and easily distracted as he is.
Meanwhile, "Steve Harrington" (as close to his real name as human language gets) is the son of two prominent Unseelie families who have decided it's more practical to gain power in the human realm then squabbling with the rest of the court in the feywild.
Luckily (or unluckily), his parents don't really know what to do with a child so they leave him to be raised by nannies and, when he's deemed old enough, himself. So instead of creating the most malicious and cunning creature to ever walk the human realm, they end up with just ...Steve.
He's not all the way good but he's certainly not evil. He's just kinda a guy. Granted he's a guy that can steal your name and gets his best gossip from like trees and the family dog when you forget to give it a piece of your snack. But otherwise he's a comfortable light grey morally which enrages his already concerningly homicidal father.
It's an idiot4idiot meet disaster. Not to mention the Upsidedown is still kicking around.
Forgotten Lands: Summer Solstice - Fae!Steve Rogers x Reader
A/N: Happy summer solstice! This was the drabble idea I had that sparked this whole AU!
Summary: You’ve lived in the Fae world for a few months now and have grown close to its occupants, especially close to one in particular.
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: FLUFF! Kind of a cliff hanger?
Dividers by @firefly-graphics​
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Summer Solstice
The entire estate was already buzzing with energy when you awoke sun streaming in through the gaps in the curtains. Noks had found himself a perfect sun spot his black fur looking almost blue and he purred in his sleep.
With the help of Kallie the half-nymph maid, you dressed in a pale yellow gown that was light and loose enough to keep you cool in the summer heat. To finish the look she braided small delicate yellow and blue flowers into your hair.
Once you stepped outside the festivities were in full swing already, the entire court celebrating the summer solstice. Music was floating through the air, tables were full of fresh fruit and other delicacies. Children were running around and playing with the Maypole.
You had just rounded the corner when Noks jumped out of your arms and ran straight over to Alpine who was sitting on a nearby wall. Bucky was stood not too far away with Steve and as a shadow passed overhead you knew that Sam was flying above you.
Walking over to Steve you gave him a small bow of the head “Happy Summer Solstice” you greeted.
“Happy Summer Solstice” he smile’s with his own bow of the head “Are you enjoying the festivities?”
“Yes, I’ve never celebrated summer solstice before” you admit glancing around at the festivities, there weren’t many holidays in the human world anymore, and the few that remained you had been too poor to really celebrate.
“Well by all means take full advantage and enjoy the day” Steve smiles softly.
“I will thank you Steve” You smile with another bow of your head before making your way towards the table full of fresh fruit.
For the rest of the day, you enjoyed the day and all the festivities, eating the glorious food, and enjoying the good weather. You had even been coaxed into dancing with Steve.
When the song ended Steve linked his arm with yours and leaned down to whisper in your ear “I have something to show you, if you’d let me”
You blinked a couple of times, still somewhat entranced by his proximity but you managed to nod your head in answer. He smiled softly down at you before leading you away from the main hub of the party and towards one of the many gardens.
He took you to one of your favourite gardens in the estate, it was always much quieter than the others and always looked so beautiful with the wide variety of colours and flowers.
It always smelt amazing too, your arm slipping out from Steve’s as you stepped closer to take a sniff of the glorious scent. The noise of Steve clearing his throat had you looking back over towards him.
“I have a summer solstice present for you” Steve said the corners of his lips tugging into a poorly concealed smile.
“You got me a present?” Your eyes widen in surprise as you looked at the gorgeous fae male you had slowly fallen in love with, but had yet to admit it out loud, you hadn’t even been brave enough to kiss him.
“Of course” he smiled softly “Close your eyes and hold out your hands”
You did as he said, your teeth running over your lower lip as you waited for whatever he placed in your hands. After a moment you felt a smooth cool wooden box being placed in your palms.
“Can I open my eyes?” You asked, brow arching.
Steve let out a warm chuckle “Yes you may”
You opened your eyes, your gaze instantly falling on the long rectangular box in your palms. You instantly guess it was a bracelet, one that would cost more than you could ever dream to earn in the human realm.
“Open it” Steve encourages, his excitement yet nervous energy rolling off of him in waves.
You carefully open the box, surprised to find a gorgeous black feather quill resting on the velvet instead of a bracelet. Your lips parted in amazement as you carefully lifted it from the box, marvelling over its iridescence as it caught the sunlight.
“It’s beautiful, what kind of bird did this feather come from,” you ask unable to take your eyes off of it.
“It’s from a wild pegasus, they’re extremely rare mostly because few are brave enough to get close enough to pluck one” Steve explains moving to stand just behind you.
“Are there not tame pegasus? I thought other courts held them” you say glancing over your shoulder.
“There are, but for reasons that even our greatest scholars cannot understand, feathers plucked from tame pegasus cannot retain magic”
You spin round to face him “Magic?”
A smile tugs at his lips as he looks down at you “Yes, this quill is enchanted” Your lips part in surprise, your gaze returning to the feather wondering whether the iridescence was actually magic “You said you wished to write stories but cannot translate what you see in your head into words, this quill will do it for you”
Your jaw was nearly on the floor at this point, you had only mentioned your desire to write once. The time Steve took you on a tour of these very gardens and asked you what your dream was back in the human realm. You hadn’t thought much of that conversation since, it had been a dream that you never thought would become reality.
You had learnt from a young age that no matter how much you dreamed of a different life you would never be more than a poor peasant that fixed clothes for spare coppers. You were just lucky that you had been taught to read and write, something many others in your position weren’t taught to do.
“H-how?” You stutter in disbelief.
“In all the centuries I’ve been alive I learnt it best not to question the how, it can cause an awful headache,” Steve says with a playful smirk “Here try it out for yourself,” he says conjuring up a blank piece of parchment and wooden board out of thin air.
Your hand were shaking as you took the board from him, his gentle finger taking the wooden case from you in return. Resting the tip of the quill against the paper you were surprised to find it already held ink. Another enchantment on it you supposed. You glance up at Steve to see him watching you in anticipation, suddenly making you shy to write in front of him.
Quickly turning your back on him you took a deep breath and closed your eyes. You let your mind wander and begin to dream up a story about a prince and princess walking through a gorgeous garden, just like the one you were in now. You could picture it all so clearly, the handsome prince, the smell of the roses. The warmth in his blue-green eyes and a gentle smile on his plump pink lips.
You pictured him gently taking the princess's hand, halting her in her stride. You could see the blush spreading across his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he gazed lovingly down at the princesses. You could practically hear his melodic soft voice as he professed his love for her.
“Very romantic” Steve hummed behind you, so close you felt his breath brush across the shell of your ear.
You are startled out of your daydream, spinning around to face Steve. You blink a couple of times, your chest heaving as you tried to get control of yourself. Something that seemed impossible with him stood so close, his comforting scent enveloping you in a warm embrace.
You managed to glance down at the parchment your eyes widening in surprise when you saw the exact story you has just pictured in your head written out before you. It was real. Your thoughts and daydreams were right here in front of you in writing. You hadn’t even realised the quill had moved yet you had filled nearly the entire page. You must have been close to completely falling off when Steve spoke.
Heat rushed to your cheeks when you realised Steve had been reading your writing over your shoulder. You pull the board close to your chest in an attempt to stop him from reading more. Praying that he didn’t realise the prince you had pictured was actually him.
“It seems to work well” he nods “and hopefully one day you’ll no longer need it” he adds with a kind smile.
You couldn’t help the smile that played on your lips, knowing that he didn’t mean that one day you’d stop writing, but that one day you’d have the confidence in your own abilities.
A lump of emotion grew in your throat as you blinked back the tears “Thank you Steve, this means the world to me” you managed to say.
Steve smiled softly, giving you a small bow of his head “You’re welcome, I look forward to reading your first novel”
You bit your lip and let out a watery chuckle, shaking your head gently “I can only apologise that I did not get you a present”
Steve gently shakes his head “You have already given me so much” he says softly.
Looking up at him your lips part in surprise when you realise the look in his eyes matched the look you had pictured in the prince's eyes. A look you never thought would leave your imagination, yet here it was.
You knew it should terrify you, and in some way may it did a little. Steve was a fae, a being that belonged in childhood stories, ones used to frighten children into behaving. And you were just human, completely ordinary.
You could feel your heart hammering in your chest and a tugging sensation that wished to pull you in his direction. So you decided to stop listening to your brain and listen to your heart instead. Letting the tugging sensation pull you closer to him, a hand resting on his chest as you rose up onto your tip toes and gently brushed your lips against his.
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Maybe not quite what you’re looking for but ive been in a fantasy mood today.
So I give you mortal billy and fae!Steve.
Steve is hiding in plain sight and does his best to protect himself. He keeps all iron and certain herbs out of the house so he can’t be burned or hurt. He can’t help but steal tiny little things from friends and lovers that he likes. He has little Rowan charms around the place for protection. D he uses his magic to hide his big pretty wings.
Nobody has noticed Steve until Billy who can see through steves magic and notices Steve for what he is.
This is *chef's kiss*
Which really fits the moment Billy marches over furniture in the Halloween party to get a better look at the man with wings on the backdrop of Tina's stain glass front doors.
I’d love to write more for this but I have other obligations right now orz thank you so much for this gold, though. One day I’ll dive into fae stories and it’ll be a real problem lolÂ
@lepidopterane I’M GLAD YOU ASKED! so, basically the concept is that steve’s grandmother was a selkie who willingly married a human, and passed down her sealskin to sarah, who in turn passed it onto steve. steve and sarah are magical, but not true selkies (at first) and bucky has the sight, which is something i couldn't figure out how to put in my fic. steve has a lot of innate magic relating to storms and the sea, and his mother taught him other magic as well, like charms and curses. when he took the serum (which i headcanon was made with magic, which in part contributed to why it was impossible to recreate after erskine died) it dialed his inborn magic up to 11 and made him a true selkie, not just a descendant with inherited magic. the magic in him is also partly why the serum worked so well for him. the red skull was fully human, and the magic of the serum and his personality Fucked Up which is why his face did that, though he believes himself a true fae. the magic within steve kept him from drowning when he entered the ice.
ok besides that i have a headcanon about magic communities in new york, they are massive, and ridiculously interconnected. on midsummer, there is always a massive party in central park. according to steve it is the best party in the world. hes not wrong.
for this au, i did a lot of research into selkie lore, and added a little bit of my own ideas. for example, one thing i added was that selkies cannot consciously harm the person who holds their skin, and that selkies have a sort of “true form” visible to those with the sight. although to normal humans, steve looks like a regular human, to people with the sight he has razor-sharp teeth, claws, webbed fingers, seal-like eyes, and markings similar to those of a seal. his skin looks somewhat like a cloak, with the top jaw/skull forming a kind of hood.
if you can’t tell, i’m really invested in this au
Frank the opossum has a nest in the top right corner of Eddie's barely there closet. It's carefully constructed of a pillow case, several old Christmas themed dish towels and the shredded remains of a Lynyrd Skynyrd T-shirt. Eddie has no idea where the shirt came from, only that Frank seemed to take great glee in tearing it to pieces and placing each strip carefully in his nest.
Frank also keeps a number of treasures he's no doubt pilfered from unsuspecting victims which he protects like a rotund little dragon. Spoons, shiny rocks, change, whatever catches his fancy.
The first time Wayne and Frank meet ends in a stand off; Wayne brandishing a broom and Frank hissing in the middle of a destroyed box of corn flakes. Luckily Eddie had come home just in time to prevent any real violence.
At first Wayne is thoroughly annoyed but Eddie catches him sneaking Frank snacks and after awhile taking naps together on Wayne's recliner.
Eddie likes to bring his familiar to deals with him. Nobody wants to test the nut job with the pet opossum.
Frank does help with Eddie's magic. His presence grounds Eddie when he practices and he's great at finding ingredients. Eddie's been trying out scrying through his familiar but hasn't quite got the hang of it yet.
It's not like Steve hasn't seen "monsters" before. His favorite cousin is a minotaur for fucks sake so, like, the monster part is not the issue. Granted when something with large teeth drops unexpectedly from a portal in the ceiling making a tactical retreat isn't the worst idea but even that isn't what freezes his lungs in his chest and sends an icy spike of pure fear down his spine.
See everything in the Fae and human worlds has a vibration, a twisting harmony that when matched can be manipulated in various ways. (He tells Robin all of this later and she teases him relentlessly for sounding like some new age hippie. He's not sure how else to describe it though.) It comes in different frequencies and combinations but it's always there.
Steve has never felt anything like the Upside down.
When the portal in the Byers' ceiling opens it's like he's been living on a ship his whole life and just got shoved on to dry land. The whiplash of the opening of the complete and utter void along with tv static crackle of the creature that emerges from it, is such a shock that when Nancy tells him to run, he does.
He tumbles out the door hands shaking and fumbling with his keys as though he can't open his car doors with only a whisper. It's only when he hears the scream that he looks up to realize that Nancy and Jonathan are not behind him and suddenly his own fear is so much less important. He leaves his keys in the door, sucks in a breath and charges back in towards the void.
Steve hummed quietly along to a fantastical tune you’d never heard before, his fingers nimbly parting your hair and creating intricate braids adorned with glass beads and other bobbles that he had collected.
You mother had warned you about the fae but you couldn’t believe that Steve would ever cause you harm. His shinning blue eyes and the delicate tips of his ears, the way his voice calmed you. You knew that he was the one for you.
Once he was satisfied with your braids he gently stood and grabbed your hand leading you down to where the music played. You broke through a small crowd to see several fae playing their instruments. Some you recognized others not so much.
Steve gently tugged on your hand pulling you into the circle, he spun you around a knowing smirk gracing his face as he lead you through the steps. Around and around and around you went your feet moving fast and fast, doing steps you’d never learned before. The world spun, colors and sounds blending in a rush of euphoria like you’d never experienced, all the whole Steve’s hands flitted around and across your body. Your mother had never been wrong before, but there’s always a first time… right?
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The whimsy. The lightness. We love it. 🥺🤧
Fae!Steve is going on the list of things I like.
🌱nonnie, you have blessed us with this little slice of heaven.
