...they probably don't even realize how big this is....
ugh
ANYWAY!!!
i was scrolling on reddit (don't kill me i promise it's only once in awhile) and came across this post
which lead me to this comment
which then lead to this...
blah blah blah we know this
this made me wonder, what is a paladins oath? i'm not personally well versed in d&d, though i want to be. So i looked up what a paladins oath is.
here it states: your oath allows you to channel devine energy to fuel magical effects
basically, their oath is how they channel energy. their oath is also usually what they are defending in a way. so if their oath is to protect their city, that is what they will do. they are meant to be committed to the things they love, and use that love to protect the thing that they love. it's a very round about thing imo
what is mikes oath?
in my opinion, mikes oath has to do with his love for will. the first action he takes in the show is to find will. he gathers the party together to find him. instead? he finds el.
while they are looking for will, the party is strong. but when lucas believes mike is prioritizing el over the mission, things start to go haywire
as the show has gone on.. mike goes farther and farther from his path, and the more he does so, the less held together the entire group is
and the less held together the town is
that leads me too....
do you know what this looks like to me???
mike confessing his love for will is what's going to save hawkins
so against the better judgement of my bank account I went to my local comic book store and bought this bad boy
and there are so many fun Easter eggs
as well as heartbreaking ones
but the thing that’s driving me absolutely insane about this entire box is this one picture:
like. tell me TO MY FACE that that’s not Cunning Lady Christine of Greyhawkins (the name of the kingdom in the game lmao which is so dumb bc Eddie would never be that unoriginal but)
I didn’t actually read to see what her name is and I will not be because that is Cunning Lady Christine
But it might finally explain why, despite being weak to fire, there is no water in the upside down
And the mention of Barovia, the place he's the dark lord of? Well, that place is in The Shadowfell, something the upside down was already compared to in season 1.
Summary: The Hellfire Club is one member short, but Eddie refuses to let the campaign slow down. That's where you come in, Eddie's "tutor" turned into his muse.
Word Count: 4,728 words
Warnings: mention of sickness, fluffy, pining Eddie, oblivious reader, brief/slightly bad description of a D&D session, sugar as a pet name for reader, excessive mention of how pretty Eddie's eyes are
Note: This fic is set several weeks before the events of season 4. The campaign is leading up to the session we see in the show! Reader has graduated, but stayed in Hawkins to help Eddie graduate.
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"Lights...perfect. Got everything here... Where are my— There are my character sheets. Do I have...? Yes."
Eddie paced around the room one more time, checking everything for the fifth time. He needed to be certain that everything was ready. The session had to go perfectly. He'd planned for every possible curveball the party could throw at him, every stupid request and every bad roll and every plot twist he could use without straying too far from the course of the game. He'd been building up this campaign for too long to let it go awry just a few sessions away from his grand finale.
He twisted his rings around his fingers, giving the table one last look before sitting on his throne.
"It's gonna be fine," Eddie mumbled to himself, adjusting his stack of character sheets. "Everything's gonna be ooohhh-kaaaay."
The door opened. He looked up, expecting his players, and found you standing in the doorway instead, your eyebrow raised.
"Do I want to know why you're psyching yourself up for this like you do before your exams?"
Eddie groaned. "Let's not talk about my exams."
You made your way over to your own chair, which was sat just a few feet away from Eddie's. (He'd been inching it closer to him every time, but he wasn't going to tell you that, and he didn't think you'd noticed yet.) "You mean the exams you should be studying for?"
"They're weeks away! I have to finish the campaign, too."
Your eyebrows knitted as you leaned forward, trying to catch his eye. "You have to graduate, Eds."
For a moment, his heart dropped into his stomach. He hated that. He hated the way you sounded both hopeful and hopeless. He hated knowing where that sound came from, that you were really hoping the two of you would finally leave Hawkins together, like you'd planned to do two years ago, before he got told he wasn't graduating.
He still remembered the way your face had dropped when he'd told you. That looked crossed your face in his nightmares.
"If I don't—"
"Eddie..."
"If I don't," he repeated, a bit more forceful, "you don't have to stay with me. You should go to college and start your life."
You reached over, putting your hand on top of his. "You're going to graduate this time. You're so close, Eddie. You just need to pass your finals, and then you're out of here."
He looked over at you, expecting anger or annoyance, but he just found kindness. He always found kindness. "You can tutor me later, okay?"
"Good—because I brought all my physics notes, and there's no way in hell I'm lugging those things around for no reason."
Eddie grinned. You returned it, seeming to stare into his soul. Eddie felt a familiar flutter, one that he'd been ignoring for the past four, almost five, years. He buried it quickly, before he could get distracted enough to lose track of his campaign.
Not today, Munson, he told himself, tearing his eyes away. He could see how your gaze lingered on him for a moment, soft enough that he almost wanted to admit he was feeling those flutters—and possibly ruin eight years of friendship in the process.
"Not today," he mumbled to himself.
You raised your eyebrows. "What was that?"
"Nothing important." He glanced over and found your eyes pinned on him, gaze narrowed. "I'll tell you later." You nodded, satisfied, and he neglected to tell you that later meant on my deathbed.
The door opened again, and this time it was Gareth and Jeff. Eddie grinned the instant he realized their excitement matched—maybe even surpassed—his.
He left his throne to clap Gareth on the back. "Ready for this?"
Gareth grinned. "You have no idea. I've planned for everything you could throw at us."
Jeff snorted. "No, you didn't. Look at his notebook—he's got plans within plans over there."
"Ah, ah, ah! No you don't!" Eddie swooped back to his spot, dramatically clutching his notebook to his chest. "Avert your eyes."
You giggled from the corner. Eddie glanced over and the flutters came back; you were doing that beautiful thing you did, where you tried to cover your smile with your hand but it still peeked through. God, Eddie loved that smile—and he knew the rest of Hellfire did, too. He glanced back over and found Gareth practically swooning, very red in the face. He rolled his eyes.
"Where are the little sheep?" he asked, glancing at the empty spots where the three freshman he'd adopted usually sat. "And Grant? Jesus, where is everybody?"
"Grant is on his way, saw him in the hall," Jeff said. "Don't know anything about the freshies."
Eddie's jaw clenched. "If Sinclair's skipping out on us for basketball, I swear to God—"
You put a hand on Eddie's shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. He turned to you immediately, missing the look that passed between Gareth and Jeff. "Easy there, Eds. Maybe they got held for a few minutes after class. You know there are plenty of teachers here that will hold back a class they think has been too rowdy after the bell. Or..." You fixed him with a stern look he would never admit made his stomach swoop. "Certain rowdy students."
He looked away from you, awkwardly rubbing the burning blush climbing his neck. "It was one time!"
"Twice," you insisted. "And that's only that I know of! For all I know, it could have happened on nights we weren't going out, and you just never told me!"
Gareth peered around Eddie to see you. "Going out?"
You nodded. "For milkshakes and things—"
Eddie pushed his finger against your lips. "Shhhh, let's not talk about that, okay?"
You met Eddie's gaze. Mutual understanding passed between you, accompanied by an intense heat and a deep sense that you had misspoke. Eddie felt embarrassment curling in his stomach; it was clear that while you didn't understand you were about to describe the failed attempts at dating you Eddie had made throughout the years, the other two absolutely did. He was never going to hear the end of this.
Once again, the door opened, this time slamming directly into the wall next to it. Eddie's eyes flicked away from you and toward the two freshman in the doorway, Dustin ahead of Lucas, who still had his arm pushing the door open. Both were frozen, eyes wide as if they'd interrupted something they weren't supposed to attend.
But then Eddie realized what the situation looked like to them. He had, unknowingly, wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged you close to him to press his finger against your lips.
And with the way you were looking at him...
Eddie cleared his throat and let go of you, stepping away as if nothing had ever happened. "Where's the third one?" he snapped.
"Um...that's what we came to tell you," Dustin said, glancing at Lucas for support. "He. Um. Mike is..."
"Not feeling well," Lucas put in. "So he won't be here today."
Eddie knew his expression wasn't pleasant. He didn't try to change it. "Not...feeling...well," he repeated, words staccato and mocking.
The two boys nodded.
"Is he alright?" you asked.
"Uh...not really?" Dustin squeaked. "He, um." Lucas kicked him in the shins.
"He what?" Eddie snapped.
You put your hand on Eddie's back, shooting him an admonishing glare. His stomach swooped again, a pleasant mix of fear and arousal. He sat in his throne, placing his elbows on the armrests and leaning forward, hoping it would hide the tent in his pants he was sure would make an appearance if you kept up with those gentle touches.
"What's wrong with little Wheeler?" Eddie sighed, trying to soften his voice. You didn't glare at him again, so he guessed he did a good enough job.
Grant appeared behind the two freshman. "Does anybody know that Mike just threw up in the hallway?"
Lucas groaned as Dustin tried to hide the words with a belated, hissing shush.
"Oh, Jesus," Eddie sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. With his hair creating a curtain to hide his face, he wiped his hand over his face, willing himself to pull it together.
He felt a hand on the back of his chair. When you spoke, he knew it was you. "Does Nancy know?"
Lucas nodded. "We went to tell her. That's why we were late."
"Shut up!" Dustin hissed. "Mike didn't want us to..." He glanced over. "Oh, what the hell? Cat's already out the bag."
"Nancy?" Gareth frowned. "What's she got to with it?"
You fixed him with a dry look that spat his question back in his face. Eddie had seen that look before, hated every time it was directed at him but loved when the other boys pining over you got it. "To take him home, Gareth."
"But what about the campaign?"
"What, you'd rather him throw up on the table? I'm sure Eddie would love that, wouldn't you?"
Eddie folded his hands together. "No, but it does create a problem—we are now one player short."
Silence fell. Eddie felt the question building up, felt everyone come to same realization and "solution" at the same time. He rapped his fingers against the armrest, waiting to see who would be brave enough to suggest it first.
It was Gareth. "Should we...postpone? Wait for him to get better?"
Eddie's attention snapped toward him. "Oh? Wait for him to get better, you say? And how long's that gonna take? A week, two? No—waiting would throw off the entire campaign. We need a sub for him."
"No one would play with such short notice, Eddie," Jeff said, shaking his head. "If this happened yesterday, maybe we could find someone, but everyone's left. Unless you want to go ask the basketball team if they'll spare another player—"
"Don't be stupid," Eddie growled.
"There's no sub, Eddie, you have to be reasonable about this," Gareth began. Eddie bristled.
"I'll sub."
Every head in the room turned toward you. Surprise flooded Eddie's brain. You wanted to play? The last time you'd played, it had been the same situation. You'd stood in for someone else, halfway through a campaign, and had been so confused you'd sworn off D&D for good.
"What?" Dustin said.
"I'll play in Mike's stead," you said. "I've done it before. Long time ago, and it wasn't exactly...great, but I'll do it." You glanced at Eddie. "If you want me to, that is. I know last time was kind of a disaster, but—"
Eddie worldlessly shuffled through his stacks. He sifted through every page and then flipped open a very worn down folder. There, at the back, was the page he was searching for. He handed it to you.
"Is this...?"
"The same character sheet as last time? Yep."
You stared at him. "You kept it?"
He shrugged. "'Course I did. I keep everything."
"No wonder your room is so messy," you teased.
He rolled his eyes. He saw Dustin's eyes go huge and knew the kid had taken it the wrong way. He had no desire to correct him. "Alright, that's enough of that. Everybody sit." He caught your arm before you could move away from him. "You stay close in case you need help. You need a refresher?"
You glanced down at the sheet he'd given you. "Um...maybe a little? Sorry."
"No problem, sugar. C'mere a second."
You did as you were told, the pet name going through you like lightning. Only Gareth seemed to notice, his gaze losing a little bit of light as he did.
~❊~
The ticking of a clock filled the room, coming not from the one on the wall but from Eddie himself, who was surprisingly good at mimicking the sound with his mouth. An eerie, whispering, scraping sound filled the room. If you hadn't been next to Eddie, where you could see his hand scraping the underside of the table, it would have freaked you out. On your other side, Lucas tensed.
"You hear it from a distance at first," Eddie said, his voice low. "But it's getting closer with every second." He mimicked the clock again. "The sound of magic and of chains."
Gareth shuddered.
"There's chanting around you. Too late, you realized you've stepped into a trap."
Half of the table groaned. Eddie's face lit up with a maniacal grin.
"He enters the clearing, cloaked and whistling." Eddie whistled. Unsteady and menacing, he swept his gaze across the table, making brief eye contact with every single player. "Try as you might, you have not the wits to escape me." His voice was deep and gravelly. Goosebumps broke out on your skin. You'd heard Eddie change his voice time and time again, but it never failed to shock you. "There is no stopping power as great as this."
Eddie locked eyes with you. A thrill went down your spine. "Yet there is always room for improvement. Magic is never satisfied."
"Here we go," Dustin whispered, his hands in white-knuckled fists.
Eddie leaned back. "From his cloak, Vecna draws a dagger. He lifts it into the air. Ritual must be satisfied." He turned to you. "What do you do, dear traveller?"
Your heart stopped. This was different from the lighthearted flirting you'd been doing with the other characters Eddie had pit you and the others against. You knew enough from his summary to know Vecna was not one of his regular, smaller villains, and you knew from the fear from the others around the table there was only one way this was going to go.
"I...try to stall Vecna, try to attack to give the others time to get away," you said after a moment. Eddie paused briefly, something flashing in his eyes. Slowly, he grinned.
"Roll," he said, nodding to the dice he'd set in front of you at the beginning of the game.
Heart in your throat for no apparent reason, you did. You didn't have to look at it to know how it went; you heard the groan of the others around you, heard the soft sound Eddie made, and knew your roll had not been high enough.
"You run at Vecna but are easily caught," Eddie said, and you reopened your eyes. "He puts the dagger at your throat. The others are terrified and trying to decide if they should help or run." He looked at the others. "Well? What do you do?"
You heard them each say that they would try to help, voices trembling. But roll after roll was far too low, so, one by one, they fled.
Eddie turned back to you. "So much for your friends, little one. Perhaps you shall meet them again, when I have killed them, too. He shoves the dagger through you and your world goes black, but not before you..." He made eye contact with you. There was a plea in his gaze. You studied him, saw the exhaustion in him. You glanced at the clock on the wall; the session had been going for nearly three hours. You could tell he was hoping it would be done very soon—and that you had a chance to end it now.
But what did you have to do?
Curse Vecna? Spit in his face? Cleverly not die?
Eddie licked his lips, hiding a mouthed word in the action. Summon.
You sucked in a breath. "I cast a summoning spell."
There's triumph in Eddie's face. "For what?"
You let instinct guide you this time. "Anyone who can help. Anyone who can defeat Vecna."
Eddie's grin was nearly villainous. "Roll, sugar."
You closed your eyes again and let the dice fly from your hands. You waited, not breathing, until you heard it stop roll. Eddie gave a shout of victory.
"Your spell is successful! With your last breath, you summon help from all four corners of the world, and lo and behold, a figure appears in the woods before you. As the world goes black, you see a cloaked man step out from the shadows. He throws back his hood and Vecna sneers. You catch a glimpse of his face as your vision fades to black, and standing above you is your savior—Kas the Bloodyhanded."
Eddie snapped his book shut. The reaction was immediate, his party leaping to their feet, yelling and shouting. You flinched against the wall of noise. Eddie grinned at you.
"Not bad for your second go," he said, voice still low and husky underneath the noise.
You smiled at him. "I hope you're aware I'm not letting you get away with not studying tonight."
He rolled his eyes, but his smile remained. "Of course not."
Dustin finally succeeded in trying to get Eddie's attention by leaning over Lucas and peering around your arm. "What?! Kas? That's insane!"
You leaned out of the conversation, leaving your chair and gathering up the notebooks and pencils you'd left on the floor. You might not have understood everything that was going on in the game, but you enjoyed it nonetheless; the party clearly loved what Eddie had put together just as much as he did. You knew that appreciation was not something Eddie saw often, and you were glad he got it here, at least.
The party stayed longer than they normally did after games, until Steve poked his head through the door and scolded Dustin to get a move-on. The others dispersed quickly after that, until it was just you and Eddie left.
He turned to you with a huge grin. "That was amazing, huh?"
You giggled. "I'll admit I was a little confused, but I'll chalk that up to joining in on a session halfway through your campaign and not your DM'ing skills."
Eddie started his cleanup process, reorganizing the table and putting away everything that wouldn't be needed until the next session. He eyed you. "I'm surprised you got my hints—happy, of course, but surprised, too."
You left your stuff on your chair and helped him clean the table. You shrugged. "I knew you were tired. And you'd explained the campaign up to now well enough, I knew what you meant when you said to summon." You shivered. "But I see now why the boys are always so terrified during games. It's so high-stakes!"
Eddie grinned, and it looked slightly malevolent. "Helps that I'm so intimidating."
"You're joking, but you're absolutely intimidating," you said. "I've never seen you so intense before." You gave him a sly, teasing smile. "Maybe if you applied that to your studying, we'd be in a different state by now."
The smile slid off Eddie's face. Guilt clouded his eyes, and you knew immediately you hadn't come off as joking as you'd like to have.
"Oh, Eddie, I didn't mean... That's not what I wanted it to sound like."
He sighed heavily. "No, but you're right. You could be out of here, at least. I mean, like I was saying earlier—"
You dropped the papers you were holding and cut him off by cupping his face in your hands. His breathing stopped along with his words. You were shaking your heard fiercely.
"That's enough of that, Eddie. I told you I was going to help you graduate, and I am. I'm not leaving you here, Eds. I can't imagine life without you. You have been here for me through everything, and I'm going to to the same for you. Alright?" You ran your thumb across his cheekbone. "You mean the world to me."
He curled his arms around you, tugging you flat to his chest and squeezing tight. "Thank you for believing in me," he whispered, just as he had when you'd first told him you were going to help him graduate. You were just glad this time the words came without tears.
"I've always believed in you," you whispered. "Always."
You pulled back away from him, idly playing with one of his curls. For a moment, it was just the two of you staring at each other, Eddie's big eyes more than a little wet. For a moment, the air between you changed.
Eddie's heart began to pound. He watched your gaze drop briefly from his eyes to his mouth and wondered if it was about to happen. If he'd be brave enough to let it happen.
If he did, his deathbed was a lot closer than he'd thought it was, because he knew kissing you was going to prevent him from breathing for a good hour at least.
But you just smiled at him. "Come on—let's finish up here and go through my old physics notes. You're passing that test tomorrow."
He groaned. "I forgot there was a test tomorrow."
You laughed. "What did you think I was here for?"
"Me."
"Aside from you," you said, poking him in the side. He squirmed away from you.
"Finals, I guess. Something a few weeks away—not tomorrow."
You shrugged. "If you pass your test, you can pass the exam. Hurry it up, Munson."
He wrinkled his nose. "You sound like Harrington and Henderson."
"Well, it is almost nine."
Eddie yawned. "No wonder I'm tired. Alright, come on. Let's go home."
~❊~
Stifling your third yawn of the past ten minutes, you cuddled closer into Eddie's side. The night had turned out to be one of the lazier study sessions, which took place in Eddie's bed. Judging by how tired the two of you had become the moment you sat down amongst his blankets, that had been a mistake.
Sitting up had become laying down. Laying down had become cuddling.
This wasn't new to either of you. For as long as you'd known each other, you had been touchy and physical, growing up mostly touch-starved and finding comfort with each other.
But today, it felt different. Eddie couldn't quite put his finger on why today was different from normal, but even just looking at each other when you were checking to see if he was still paying attention resulted in outbursts of giggles.
And for some reason, he was paying even more attention to the smell of your shampoo than normal as he buried his face in your hair. He sighed softly, mumbled your name, and slid his arm over your stomach, his fingers splaying across your side.
You glanced over at him, putting your notebook back down on your lap. "Hey, you okay? We can stop if you're too tired."
"No," Eddie whined into your hair, pressing closer to you. "'m gonna fail if we stop."
You glanced at your notebook. "What's the equation for kinetic energy, Eds?"
He was quiet for a minute, and then he mumbled, "One half of mass times velocity squared."
"What about gravitational potential energy?"
"Mass times gravity times height."
You closed the notebook and threw it off the bed. "I think you're going to do just fine, Eds." You rolled over and wrapped him in a tight hug. "As long as you remember the equations, you can get through the test."
Though it seemed impossible with how at ease he already was, Eddie relaxed in your arms. He hummed softly and threw his leg over yours, clinging to you.
"You can do it, Eds. I believe in you." Without really knowing what you were doing, you leaned back and bent your neck to kiss his forehead. Your voice dropped to a low whisper. "I believe in you, baby."
He hummed. After a moment, he asked, "Did you just kiss me?"
You thought about it. "Not really," you said. "It wasn't a...a kiss kiss."
Eddie looked up at you, his face so buried in your hair and your shirt that you could only see those pretty eyes of his. "Do you wanna kiss kiss?"
You stared at him. You didn't know why you said it, or what courage possessed you to do so, but you smiled, almost bittersweet, as you said, "I've wanted to kiss kiss you for three years at least, baby."
Eddie whimpered in your arms, eyes growing wide. He wriggled in your arms until you were face to face. He stared at you a moment, lifting his hand to cup your cheek.
"Hi," you whispered, feeling slightly embarrassed now that the words were out.
"Hi." His voice was just as quiet. He brushed his fingers across your face, the touch gentle and loving.
"If you don't feel the same—"
"Of course I feel the same," Eddie said. "Of course I do. How couldn't I?"
You smiled. "Well, you did a bang-up job of hiding it."
"So did you," he murmured. "I've always thought I knew everything about you, but I didn't know that."
You laughed. "I don't know how you didn't know that—I wasn't exactly subtle. Why do you think I wanted to run away with you all these years? You thought I just wanted to go start a whole new life with you just because?"
Eddie huffed. "Well, we can chalk up me not noticing to me being a bit oblivious."
You giggled. "Let's face it, we were both a bit oblivious about our feelings to each other."
"Oh, God, yeah, if I had known you liked me, I would've asked you out back in high school." Eddie brushed your hair out of your face. "So, uh... Can we kiss kiss? Please? Please?"
You giggled. "I like the enthusiasm, Eds."
He whined. "Please?"
"Yes, baby," you whispered. "Kiss me. Kiss me."
Your eyes fluttered closed the instant Eddie's lips touched yours. You held each other's faces as you kissed, a clash of lips and teeth and tongues. You enjoyed the feeling—Eddie's lips were supple and soft, only slightly chapped.
When you broke apart, you smiled. "Your lips are soft."
"Yours are like heaven," Eddie said, pecking them again. "My own personal heaven." He wound his arms around you, tucking himself back into your embrace. "I'm never letting you go now, okay?"
"Oh, believe me, I never want you to." You brushed your hand through his hair, earning a soft, content sigh from him. "Let's get some sleep. And tomorrow morning—you're going to pass your physics test."
"You have such faith in me," he whispered, eyes already closing.
"Of course I do, baby," you whispered, watching him lull himself to sleep in your arms. "Of course I do."
You kissed his nose and let him fall asleep in your arms.
~❊~
You were at Eddie's trailer before he was the next day, when he got out of school. He opened the door with a huge grin on his face, that only got bigger when he saw you waiting for him on his couch.
Before you could even greet him, he flung himself down next to you and whipped out a paper. He gave it to you, practically bouncing with excitement.
It was the physics test—with a big A+ circled at the top of it, the comment of, Wonderful job, Mr. Munson! written underneath.
You squealed. You put the paper down and threw your arms around him, kissing his cheek. "Oh, baby! I knew you could do it! I knew it!" You kissed all over his face. "I'm so proud of you, Eds!"
He pulled you closer to him, meeting for a deep kiss. "All because of you, angel. My sweet angel."
You curled up on the couch together, kissing like your lives depended on it, completely unbothered by the rest of the world or the show that you had put on before Eddie came home. You looped one of your arms around Eddie's neck, bringing a smile to his face.
Neither of you heard the door open. Neither of you saw Wayne walk in and stop the moment he saw the two of you, or the grin that appeared on his face at the sight of his nephew finally kissing the girl he'd been telling Wayne about for years, always with a bittersweet, love-stricken sigh.
The smile was a contained shadow of what it was by the time he said, "Took you two long enough."
You sprang apart, grinning sheepishly, but you both could still see the pride and happiness in Wayne's face, however much he tried to hide it.
You looked back at Eddie, kissing his nose and drawing a giggle from him. "Yeah." You kissed his soft lips. "I've been thinking the same thing."
~❊~
Stranger Things // Eddie Munson
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