Steddie Big Bang 2026 - Project 023 - Love Knottes and Lilyes
Oh, look! More medieval omegaverse from ao3 author StarsHideYourFires. But this time the universe has finally seen fit to pair me with the lovely @lulalulens as my artist and we are going to have so much fun sharing this with you all!
check below the cut for an excerpt
Once she leaves him, Steve checks to make sure Dustin is still distracted by his friends, and he stands. Hugging the wall is easy as he makes his way around the great hall, stopping to chat with one acquaintance or another. He hears of Lady Cunningham's betrothal and Lord Kline's newest bastard, of the falling out of the king with his minister to France and of the hunt planned for after the tourney.
Steve doesn't care a whit for any of it. He has been good, and he has waited. Made his proper appearances, spoken with old friends and allies, been all that beloved Sir Stephen is expected to be. Now, he wants only to see Eddie, to give him his message and hopefully put a smile on his oldest friend's lips. To hear Eddie's rich, warm voice speak his name.
But Eddie has left the great hall. He could be anywhere in the palace or on the grounds. Absolutely anywhere.
Rather than worry, Steve follows his feet through narrow passages and out to the training yards, then further on to the stables. It is dark inside, and quiet, even with all the stalls full. The stable boys must be asleep in the low hayloft, or perhaps they've been given the night to join the revels. Either way, there is only one human figure in the stable, one far too tall to be yet a boy.
A figure masked by shadow, petting Steve's horse. Beatrix leans into the touch, huffing a soft snort of pleasure at the attention. "She always liked you best," Steve says as he approaches, not wanting to startle Eddie or the horse.
"She's a good judge of character," Eddie says without turning to look at him.
"So I should trust you alone with my horse the night before I need her at her best?"
Eddie still does not turn, but hurt colors his voice and his scent. "I mean no mischief with her."
Steve finally crosses into his space, turning Eddie towards him with the gentlest nudge. "And me? Do you mean any mischief with me?" he asks in a whisper.
"My uncle would not like my getting in trouble for bothering a knight; he'd like it less to know the knight was you."
"He sends wishes for your health and asks that you visit when you are next given leave." There, now the message is delivered and Steve may turn his attention fully to Eddie. His curls fall to just past his chin—too long for an alpha of good breeding, but it suits him—and his dark eyes look black in the moonlight. "He misses you. Dearly."
"I miss him always. I miss home." And then Eddie does what he always does when they meet like this, lifting a hand and catching it in Steve's hair. Tugs him that fraction closer and tilts his head to the side; it must be easier now Steve has let his hair grow so long—not appropriate for an alpha of good breeding. Then he ever so delicately dips down to scent at Steve's neck, breathing deeply, drinking in the sweetness Steve works hard to control and cover. "I've missed you," he husks as he raises his head just enough to press his mouth to Steve's ear. Nipping at the lobe he repeats himself, "I've missed you."