AN: It wouldn’t be Kinktober without Loki, so here he is for day 25 and Double Penetration.
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Summary: Loki always knows what you need, even when you don’t.
“You’re drooling, my dear.” His clipped, derisive tone pulled you back to him. You tore your eyes away from his cock to look up into his twinkling green eyes. His ebony hair cascaded around his shoulders – silken strands that you longed to touch.
Relationship: Loki x FWB Reader
Word count: 2k
CW: FWB relationship, Dom Loki, Sub Reader, degradation, pet names, name calling, Loki doubles, oral sex (m receiving), vaginal sex, spit-roasting, subspace aftercare
You knew you were staring, but you couldn’t seem to look away. Your brain had completely stalled, which considering the day you’d had and why you were now on your knees wasn’t all that surprising. But you were hypnotised.
Above you, Loki chuckled and took a few steps to the side, amused by the way your head followed him. Or rather followed his bobbing cock.
Everything had gone wrong today, including breaking the heel on your favourite pair of shoes which had led to you wearing half of your latte. That, coupled with your computer deciding to have a mental breakdown five minutes before a meeting where you were due to present the quarter’s finance reports, meant that by the time you got home you were done. You wanted the outside world to go away. You didn’t want to think, you just wanted to be.
That’s where Loki came in. His brand of gentle domination and degradation never failed to get you out of your head. You didn’t need to care what was happening outside your bedroom when he was playing your body like an instrument. Now you were naked, on your knees, sitting on your heels with your hands on your thighs, just the way Loki liked. While he was just as naked, hard cock jutting out in front of him, in contrast he was standing, looking down on you.
A chance encounter at a Stark Charity Gala had led you to a mutual exchange of pleasure with the Avenger’s ‘bad boy’ in one of the elegant bathrooms. Which had then led to a casual ‘friends with benefits’ situation which worked for the pair of you. Loki had immediately recognised a side in you that you hadn’t ever felt comfortable showing to previous lovers. The empty-headed feeling he could coax you to sink into gave you the chance to reset and find your centre again - important when everything else in life became too much.
“You’re drooling, my dear.” Loki’s clipped, derisive tone pulled you back to him. You tore your eyes away from his cock to look up into his twinkling green eyes. His ebony hair cascaded around his shoulders – silken strands that you longed to touch. “I wonder,” he continued, “if you would prefer to take me in your mouth, suck me until I flood your throat…”
Yes, you thought. Yes. That’s what you wanted. You could imagine it now, the weight of him heavy on your tongue, the musky taste of him taking over your senses.
“... or whether you’d much rather enjoy me spreading you wide and sinking into your luscious cunt. Make you scream in ecstasy while I slake my lust with your body.”
Oh no. You wanted that as well. The girth of him stretching you almost to the point of discomfort and the length of him filling your insides so that there was almost no part of you left untouched by him. You squirmed without thought, your thighs squeezing together even as your pussy wept with need.
And Loki knew. Knew of your quandary the way he always knew everything. He dropped to a crouch in front of you, the long, lean fingers of his right hand gripping your chin and forcing you to meet his eye.
“You don’t know which you’d prefer, do you, dove? You’re feeling especially pathetic today, wishing you could have both, but knowing it’s impossible. Luckily for you, my brainless little slut, I deal in both the impossible and benevolence.”
His hand dropped away and before your confused eyes he seemed to blur. You screwed your eyes shut, certain they were betraying you, but when you opened them again, while everything around you seemed in focus, you were seeing double.
There were two of him.
Two Lokis, one slightly to the left and one slightly to the right, as if the original that had been directly in front of you a moment before had stretched and split into two, like cells dividing. Your mouth dropped open. You knew he had mastery of magic, but other than his skilled fingers and his silver tongue, you’d never experienced it in the flesh.
Before you could forget yourself and start to question him, the Loki on your left surged forward and kissed you. It felt like him. It smelt like him – amber and sandalwood cologne light on his skin. It kissed like him.
With a needy mewl you opened your mouth and kissed him back, still managing to maintain your pose. You shivered when two pairs of hands started to rove over your body. They all felt like him.
Two hands drew you to your feet and you followed where they led – up onto your bed, where you went to your knees once more. You looked ahead of you toward one smiling Loki and then over your shoulder at the other. There was no way to distinguish one from the other and you whimpered. You’d never had a threesome, even in your younger, party-girl days and the idea of two cocks pushing into you was both thrilling and a little scary. You had the fleeting thought that really this wasn’t a threesome, but the whole point of letting Loki control what happened here in your bedroom was so you didn’t have to think. You trusted him implicitly.
The Loki behind you pressed up against your back, cool lips trailing featherlight kisses over your shoulder and up your neck. You sighed as his mouth grazed over the spot that made goosebumps rise on your skin. His hands wrapped around your body and cupped your breasts, thumbs rubbing over each peaked nipple, and in moments you were gasping as pleasure darted from each nub down to your core. Your hips twitched and you could feel the smile on his lips. The Loki in front of you watched with hooded eyes, hand on his cock, until he moved to kiss you and slide his fingers between your slippery folds.
Your senses were in a spin. You didn’t know which way was up and which Loki was which. Was the one kissing you now the same one who’d kissed you earlier? You couldn’t tell if there was any difference, but truly, did it even matter?
“Let it happen, dove,” the Loki behind you purred. “This way you get to have everything you want. Aren’t I good to you?” You nodded in agreement, even as you kissed his double.
When the kiss ended you only had a moment to be disappointed because, with a hand to the back of your head, he pulled you forward and down onto all fours. He knelt high before you, pale cock swaying and you opened your mouth, eager to take him. With a chuckle he guided himself to your lips, smearing pre-cum over them before pressing between them and then into the waiting warmth of your mouth. You moaned as you tasted him on your tongue, while behind you his hands stroked up and down your ribcage, waiting.
With your focus engaged on sucking Loki’s cock and drawing as many pleasured grunts out of him as possible, you didn’t really notice the gentle strokes sliding down to your hips and lifting them until a second cock was rubbing against your sex, collecting your arousal.
“Here we go, my sweet, little toy.” His voice was as silky as his hair. “Open those whore legs nice and wide for me, but don’t stop sucking. You want to give me as much pleasure as I’m giving you, don’t you?”
Up front he held your jaw with one hand to hold you steady while he sawed himself between your lips. Behind he gripped your left hip as he notched himself at the entrance of your pussy. He pushed in with one smooth thrust, just as he also pressed into your throat.
You went bug-eyed at the sensation, burbling around the intrusion in your mouth before they started to move in tandem, one pressing in as the other pulled out. Your tits swung as two matched pairs of hips snapped until his hands captured them and started to sweetly torture your nipples.
The Loki behind you plucked and twisted your sensitive peaks even as he fucked into you. He pushed you onto the cock in front and through tear-glazed eyes you looked up and into his familiar smirking face.
“You look positively wrecked, my dear. Utterly cock-drunk. But then again, that’s how you’re supposed to be, isn’t it? No thoughts other than how to be the best little cock-sleeve for me.”
He pushed himself right down your throat, blocking your airway for a few seconds, and behind you he groaned as your pussy clenched down.
“And what a cock-sleeve you are,” he stated, agreeing with himself. “Taking two of me at once. There’s only one more thing I need you to do.”
He let go of your right breast and moved his hand down to circle your clit.
“I need you to come.” You didn’t know which one of them spoke. Maybe it was both of them in glorious stereo, but it didn’t matter, because he pinched your clit as he filled you to the hilt from both ends, pinning you in place as you juddered, unable to escape the pleasure that was engulfing you like a flame. He must have pulled from your mouth briefly after a few seconds, because you could hear your own high-pitched cries, before they were muffled once more by his pounding cock.
Your mind was even emptier than it had been before. There was only the ecstasy and the taste of Loki. The feel of Loki. The smell of him. If you could have spoken it would only have been to chant his name over and over. His body filled you, his hands touched you and his voice caressed your ears. You were his dove. His sweet, precious slut. And you adored it. Adored how he gave you everything you needed, even if you didn’t know you wanted it.
“Take my cum,” he growled into your ear. “Let me fill your needy cunt. You’re going to be dripping me for days.”
“And tasting me. I’m going to spill down your throat and I don’t want you to lose a drop.”
Loki climaxed all at once, doing just as he’d promised. You didn’t gag on the load in your mouth – you diligently swallowed as you’d been trained, and when he pulled clear of your lips, you opened your mouth and thrust out your tongue so you could show him what a good girl you’d been. Behind you, having pumped you full of his seed and stirred it around with his cock, Loki withdrew. As your body twitched, pushing out some of his cum, he scooped it up and pressed it back inside you, before knee-walking around your body to rest beside his double.
Two pairs of mischievous and amused green eyes surveyed you as you remained on your hands and knees, tongue stuck out and pussy leaking. The one on the left leant forward, cupping your jaw and kissing you, and when he pulled back the one on the right did the same. Then, they blurred again, coming back into focus seconds as your one and only Loki. He sat down on the bed, back against the headboard and opened his arms.
You crawled towards him, curling up in his embrace as he stroked your hair and dropped feather light kisses over your sweaty brow.
“You were magnificent, darling.”
His touch grounded you, bringing you back to reality. He drew the covers over the pair of you and showered you in affection and sweet words until you finally shifted, stretching out your sore limbs and blinking up at him.
“That was amazing,” you purred contentedly. “I hadn’t even dreamed such a thing was possible.”
Loki lifted his hand to his alabaster chest in mock outrage. “Why, darling. With me you should know that very little is impossible. However,” his eyes narrowed and he looked at you with hunger. “Now you know, there’s nothing stopping you from asking for three of me. One for each of your needy holes…”
Hi ! ~ may I please have an espresso with cold foam and some cookies to go? Thank you <333
୨୧ ─── eddie loves to worship you
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eddie has you between his legs, back pressed against his bare, inked chest, while he circles your clit torturously slow.
his breath fans against your shoulder, which is covered in a light sheen of sweat, his lips occasionally pressing soft kisses to your heated skin.
he’d been at this for god knows how long now. taking his time easing two of his thick fingers inside your slick hole, pumping at a pace that left you desperate for more, then pulling them from you to rub against your aching clit.
all that can be heard throughout the room is your soft moans mixed with the wet squelching of your dripping cunt.
and eddie feels like he’s died and gone to heaven each time you moan his name or look at him with those beautiful, blissed out eyes of yours.
jas, on a scale of 1 - 10, how touchy are the djolings ??
(Steve probably breaks the scale with his love language being physical touch lol, but still)
steve harrington could not seem to go more than a few seconds without touching you. that man was insatiable when it came to physical touch. he always either had his arm around you or a hand on your waist, your hip, or your ass if no one was looking. steve was just loved touching you. he loved kissing you even if you were mid sentence, even if robin was nearby and would inevitably tell him to keep it in his pants. he just couldn’t help himself—he just loved you and wasn’t afraid to show it.
gator tillman was touchy in his own kind of way. he definitely had his hands somewhere on your body when you were out together, just to make sure that any men nearby knew you were taken (despite the fact no one would dare even look at gator’s girl). otherwise, gator wasn’t really the hand holding kind of guy. sometimes he would sling an arm around your shoulder but otherwise gator kept his touchy nature strictly behind closed doors. when you were alone this man would not leave you alone. always grabbing you so he could kiss you, always slapping your ass just because. he also secretly loved to cuddle but he’d never admit it.
teacake was shameless when it came to physical touch. he was never subtle about it and always had an arm slung around your shoulder when walking down a busy street, a hand on your waist so he could tug you onto his lap when at a bar or kissing you until you were breathless in the back row of a cinema. you definitely got called out for too much pda but teacake smiled and said “sorry, my girl’s just irresistible.”
keys was much more subtle but still just as touchy. he tended to keep his touches simple—a steady hand on your lower back or his pinky linking with yours when you were out at dinner. keys just liked the feeling of your skin against his and he loved seeing you trying to fight back a smile whenever he’d touch you. when you were alone, he was incredibly touchy. he loved standing behind you while you made tea, loved pulling you in for a big cuddle after work. your touch just bought him a sense of serenity that he so desperately needed after a long day in the office.
kurt would probably not be content until he was surgically attached to you. this man was the definition of touchy. it was like he was made of velcro. he was always clinging to you as though he was scared you might run off if he let go, always squeezing your hand as though making sure you were real. he often asked you if he was being too much, if he was too touchy or if you found him annoying but you always reassured him that you loved how affectionate he was.
The Avengers react...[To asking, "Would you love me if I were a worm?"]
Steve:
Just when Steve thinks the 21st century can't get any weirder, you ask him with a straight face, "Would you love me if I were a worm?"
"Is this some sort of reference I'm missing?" he asks in confusion. "Or a new kind of joke? Oh, one of those TikTak things!"
"No, it's this thing where you ask your partner if they would love you if you suddenly became a worm, and it's TikTok! We've been over this before!" Okay, now he's even more confused.
"Of course I would, but why would you be a worm? I'm not understanding this." Smiling, you beam, "You got the important part right."
Steve still wasn't sure why people asked about becoming worms now, but if the smile on your face meant anything, then it was worth it.
Natasha
"Would you love me if I were a worm?"
Natash doesn't even bother looking up from her paperwork, mumbling, "I don't have time for this right now. Nick's on to me about looking over these case docs."
Stubbornly, you go on, "That doesn't answer my question. Would. You. Love. Me. If I were a worm?" The way you slow down the question irritates her even more.
"Yes, I would," she finally looks up, annoyance written across her face. Okay, you would pay for that later. "Happy now?"
"Very," you grin, quickly leaving before she can see how happy you are about a silly question.
Tony:
It was already late, and the two of you had been up for hours trying to make a few repairs on his suit. Curiously, you asked, "Tony, would you love me if I were a worm?"
"No, I wouldn't," he answered bluntly, keeping his eyes on the suit. "You would be a worm."
Ouch. That stung.
"It's a theorectical, Tony," you spat back. "Nice to know how much you care."
He stared at you with an exasperated look, "Stupid questions get stupid answers."
"For so much of a genius, you can be pretty stupid sometimes," you scoffed, storming off. Just as you got to the door, he spoke up, "Okay, just wait a minute. Look, I wouldn't love you as a worm because then you wouldn't be you, so clearly I would have to create some sort of device that could transfer the worm DNA to human DNA on the molecular level if you want a smart answer." There was a beat. "And an honest one."
Rolling your eyes, you turned. "Fine, maybe you are a genius, but you're still an idiot."
Thor
"Hey, Thor, would you love me if I were a worm?"
"A worm?" Thor asked with a near sense of urgency. "Why? Has my brother threatened to turn you into one? If so, I will take this up with him-"
"No, it's just a question. Would you love me if I were a worm?" you ask again, probably preventing a war with Asgard in the process.
"Why would you be a worm?" Thor asked. "Are you also a sorcerer? My brother often turned into a snake when we were young. I love snakes, and he knew that, so when I went to pick it up, he stabbed me."
You blinked. "Thor, your entire family needs therapy."
Thor laughed heartily before turning confused again. "What's therapy?"
Why did you even bother at this point?
Wanda:
One night, as the two of you were curled up watching another re-run, you quietly asked, "Would you love me if I were a worm?"
"Of course. I would love you in any form," she answered quickly with an honestly that could melt anyone. "Any version of you, from any universe, I would love."
All you could do was stare a moment, trying to take in her words. They were the kindest thing anyone had ever said to you, and from Wanda they were all the better.
Leaning in, she whispered, "Whoever turned you into a worm would have to deal with me afterward." A hint of a red glow shimmered behind her eyes, setting a promise in stone.
Bruce:
Okay, so maybe annoying the guy who could turn into a literal giant green, rampaging monster wasn't the brightest idea in the world, but you loved asking him random questions.
"Would you love me if I were a worm?" you asked as he was focused on some emails.
Turning, he stared a moment. "Isn't this one of those internet trends? I mean, yeah, I would. Actually, I would probably build a terrarium with the right ecosystem for worms. What would the perfect Ph balance for the soil be?" Mumbling, he went back to the computer, already planning ahead.
The next day, he sent you an entire blueprint for a portable worm habitat, but when it came to Bruce, that was enough to answer your question.
Bucky:
Bucky was sitting on the couch, trying to finally catch a break and get back to reading some Tolkien when you asked, "Would you love me if I were a worm?"
Immediately, Bucky stared at you as if you had asked the stupidest question in history. "What sort of question is that?" he grumbled. "A worm? Is this some new thing I'm not understanding?"
"It's a new question people ask, to see if their partner would still love them, even if they were a worm. The internet made it up."
"Of course it did," he sighed in frustration. "Why would you care if you already know I love you? People are so weird now."
You shrugged. "It's just a question, Bucky, for fun. So would you?"
"Nope, I'm done," he said, getting up and putting the book away. "None of this weird internet stuff today."
"Come on, Bucky!" you exclaimed. "Just answer it!" Under his breath, he grumbled, "Yes, I would. Now can you stop asking me these silly questions?"
"Never," you grinned. "It's too much fun to mess with you, old man."
Sam
"Would you love me if I were a worm?"
Sam rolled his eyes, "Look, I'm in the middle of trying to fix your wing-suit, while we're in the middle of nowhere on a mission, and you ask me a question like that?"
"So? We have to pass the time somehow," you scoffed. "Besides, last week didn't you ask me to play kiss, marry, kill with the big three?"
"Fair enough," he admitted. "Fine, I would love you if you were a worm. Now, can we get back to fixing this?"
Handing him one of the broken pieces, you added, "Goes the same for you too, you know."
With a slight smile, he nodded, "I know."
Loki
Loki was dreadfully bored when you arrived, with a familiar look on your face.
"Oh, I know that look," he smirked. "You're up to something."
"No, I just had a question." You took a seat next to him. "Would you love me if I were a worm?"
Loki stared for a moment. "A worm? Have you learned some sort of transformation magic? Personally, I find snakes and frogs much more entertaining."
"No, it's just a thing people ask their partners," you responded. "I'm not being literal."
"Would you love me if I were a worm?" he asked curiously.
"Not everything is about you," you sighed, rolling your eyes.
"Well, sorry for wondering," he said with offense, "Who knows? It's very plausible for me to turn into a worm, although I wouldn't be a fan of the slime, but I suppose you wouldn't be so awful as a worm."
"Is that a yes?" you asked, grinning.
"I suppose it is," he agreed. "Why are you so eager about this."
Tapping him playfully, you teased, "I tricked you and got you to admit you love me! So much for the cold-hearted villain-"
"Wait, that's not- It wasn't like that," he fumbled as you walked away. "I can't stand you sometimes!"
"Liar!!!" you shouted, smiling as you left, leaving him very annoyed. Looks like he'd have to return the favor with a little trick of his own tonight.
Loki/reader. Married Loki/reader. Established relationship. Protective Loki. King Loki.
PROMPT.
When Loki finds himself King Regent of Asgard when Odin has fallen into Odinsleep, Frigga will not leave Odin's side, and Thor banished to Earth.
A much more ambitious coup is perpetrated by Sif and the Warriors Three, which only succeeds because Loki had not seen it coming so fast after being seated upon the throne.
This coup did not involve Thor in any capacity, and placed Sif on the throne. Sif, who still nursed grudges against Loki from centuries past and fancied herself to future wife of Thor, whom she claimed the true heir. She claims she shall be Queen Regent until such time as Odin wakes or Thor returns.
Loki finds himself banished to another realm, though curiously Sif does not choose Midgard.
His banishment is swift. For all she is bold and full of arrogant courage, Sif is not stupid and she knows if she allows Loki to stay on Asgard for long he will find a way to take back his throne.
Loki is gone a month, nursing angry and petulant wounds, when he hears word that Sif has had you, his beloved wife, thrown in the dungeons when you refused to swear fealty to her.
Loki is proud of you, but also frightened for you. Sif is power drunk, clearly, and she had never liked you. She had liked you even less when you and Loki had wed.
He knows that he must stop feeling sorry for himself and sulking and get on with his scheme to take back the throne. Not for himself, not even for Asgard, but for you. He had to ensure your safety and restore your dignity. He had to hold you and see for himself that you were alright.
And the Norns have mercy upon Sif if you were not, because Loki would have none to spare for her.
Synopsis: you’re a bloodthirsty assassin, and this is your first interaction with them. But how could they get themselves to attack you back? You’re just so cute!
Pairings: Zoro, Ace!
notes: reader has some kinda implied trauma. This was fuuuun!! You’re kind of a shitty assassin btw. (Fluff!!) sorry that they’re so short… blegh…
When Zoro first encountered you, it was with a sword to his throat.
No one had surprised him like you had— to wordlessly, silently move across the ship when the rest of his crew was asleep and standing over him, your legs on either side of his waist as you positioned the knife for a quick kill.
It was easy.
Too easy.
“Don’t think we’ve met before.”
You heard a gravely voice mutter, and before you could even process that he was awake, you attempted to cut his neck, one of his hands grabbing your wrist right before.
Your other hand came up, attempting to remove his hand before you felt the sheer circumference of his arm— thick, veiny, strong forearms holding you in place.
“Let me go.”
You muttered, attempting to get his arm off of you before he quickly leaned over you, pinning you with his own sword to your throat.
You felt the cold metal against your skin, saw his imposing figure above you, making your breathing quicken just slightly. He smelled of iron.
“You’re not exactly in the right position to argue with me.”
He muttered, in that same, annoying tone that made your brows furrow.
You weren’t necessarily scared, just annoyed. Getting caught like this was embarrassing. And to some stinky rookie with some measly bounty of 120 million berries. Embarrassing. You were trained better for this.
“Kill me.”
You said bluntly, your breathing heavy as you looked up at him.
“Huh.”
He said, now smiling down at you, letting out a chuckle. Your lips pursed, wondering why he hadn’t just killed you yet.
“Ya sound a lot like me, y’know that? Not that I would let myself get caught like this.”
You didn’t know how to respond, your heart rate spiked, your hands clutching onto the grass on the ship— he didn’t seem like he was holding any malice for you, so why did you still feel so scared?
Zoro paused before sheathing his sword, one of his hands casually moving up to rest right below your heartbeat.
“I don’t even have my sword out anymore.”
He muttered, his calloused fingers resting over your heartbeat, his thumb rubbing the skin there. Your breathing had grown heavier.
“Hey.”
He said bluntly, making you glance up at him.
“This doesn’t feel like much of a conversation with me being the only one talking. I’m not going to hurt you. My captain would be mad at me anyways.”
You nodded, attempting to calm your breathing, your hand moving up to his forearm, just reaching for something to grab onto.
And he let you, surprisingly, continuing to look down at you.
“Why?”
“Told you.”
He muttered, readjusting himself so he wasn’t imposing himself upon you as much.
“My captain would be mad.”
His captain didn’t say anything about you spending the night in zoros room, though.
“Hey, hey—!”
You were currently backing ace into a corner, him avoiding your slices until you end up making a small cut on his cheek, a pang going through your chest.
You did feel just a bit bad, maybe it was the way he looked at you like you weren’t dangerous? Like you were a genuine flesh and blood person?
And he caught it. The hesitance in your stance, the way your eyes widened slightly when your blade cut skin.
He’d been holding back on you because he just thought you were the prettiest person he’d encountered at sea, and this just made him even more intrigued.
“You don’t have to do thi—“
“Shut up!”
You barked, nearly panting as you pinned him against the wall, hesitating on your last mark.
He tried to ignore how his pants got a little tighter at the rawness of your voice, his own breath hitching a little bit.
He put his hands on your arms, guiding the weapons out of his face.
“Just—“
His hands were warm against your skin, making you relax a bit more. Just slightly.
“Was that so hard?”
You nodded petulantly, attempting to get another hit on him.
He caught your wrist instantly, flashing you a smile.
“Aw cmon, we’re past that now. I don’t even know your name, and you’re tryna kill me.”
He leaned in a bit closer, his dark eyes meeting yours as his free hand came to your waist.
“Just give me a chance, okay?”
And damn him for being so convincing.
heheheheh ok ok cool. Credits to @/suupersonic for the amazing dividers!!
And I instantly thought of Roronoa Zoro,,,, ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
soft!Zoro who let's you doze off leaning against his shoulder, not moving a muscle in fear of waking you up.
rough!Zoro who chokes you hard enough to make you sob as he gives you backshots, spit drooling down your chin and he won't take pity on you.
soft!Zoro who wipes your hands after a battle, his touch clumsy but gentle, as if careful to not hurt you.
rough!Zoro who pushes your face down his cock, and when you gag he'll only smirk, "what's the matter? I thought you said you could handle it?" he says, pushing you further down with a chuckle in his tone.
soft!Zoro who carries you over puddles and mudbaths with a grumpy frown, "what am I? Your servant?" he grumbles, but refuses to let you go when you try and squirm off his grasp.
rough!Zoro who pins down your wrists hard enough to leave dents and bruises, breath hot on your ear as he whispers filth.
soft!Zoro who ties your shoe laces, helps you slip off your heels and gives your ankle one soft kiss without thinking.
rough!Zoro who makes you ride him in cowgirl, slapping and gripping your ass when you slow down, "quit being lazy." he taunts you, whilst letting you do all the work.
soft!Zoro who lets you cling onto his arm during briefings or walks, completely unbothered as if you were meant to be there, stuck and pressed to him.
dont mind the spelling errors, I wrote this whilst in class, screen on full brightness as my professor goes through his 97 slide powerpoint #ovulation ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১
me when im on "x reader tag" looking for fics at 3 am BUT all i find is memes and all the funny posts under the world EXCEPT the fics abt the character :
description: you spend your birthday at the renaissance faire with the hellfire boys. you and eddie are both very obviously into each other, but you're the last two to figure it out. cue dustin and gareth meddling to knock some sense into the both of you.
pairing: eddie x you (fem!reader)
tags: eddie x you, no y/n, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff the house down boots, everyone knows but them, cute confession, renaissance faire, pirate captain reader, hellfire club shenanigans, dialogue heavy, group teasing, acts of service! eddie, light angst if you squint, they share one braincell, "fucking finally"
TW: nada.
WC: 5.4k
A/N: requested by @enderbite i hope you love it!! i lowkey adore this concept, and i know for a FACT eddie would get dowwwwn at a ren faire. also these dividers are cute as fuck. reblogs are always appreciated<33 enjoy (some more) fluff! this is my apology for not making the next parts of my series' lolololololol
The first thing Eddie notices is the way you fit here. Not like you belong to the faire, no, that would be too small of a statement. You look like you stepped out of a story someone forgot to finish writing.
Leather boots worn just enough, a loose white blouse tucked into a corset that laces tight at your waist.
Rings on your fingers that glint when you move, and a sash slung low on your hips where a prop dagger rests like it’s been there your whole life.
Your DnD character: exiled princess turned pirate captain. And somehow, standing under the flutter of striped banners and the distant crash of staged cannon fire, you make it look real.
“Jesus Christ,” Eddie mutters beside you.
You glance at him. “What?”
He shakes his head like he’s rebooting. “Nothing. Just, uh. You look…” He gestures vaguely, like words have abandoned him. “Yeah.”
Helpful.
You snort. “You clean up alright yourself, Munson.” And he does. God, he does.
Black poet shirt, sleeves shoved to his elbows. A belt slung low with a fake cutlass. Rings, of course, and a bandana tied around his hair like he belongs on the deck of some cursed ship.
He grins, recovering. “Careful, sweetheart. You keep talking like that, I’ll start thinking you’re into me.”
You roll your eyes, but your smile lingers too long to be casual. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
Behind you, the rest of Hellfire erupts.
“YO—BIRTHDAY GIRL!” Gareth yells, already halfway to some game booth.
Jeff is holding a turkey leg like it’s a weapon. Dustin is arguing with a vendor about historically accurate dragons. Mike looks overwhelmed. Lucas is laughing at all of them.
It’s chaos. Perfect, familiar chaos. And Eddie leans closer to you, voice dropping just enough to be heard only by you. “Your court awaits, Captain.”
You bump your shoulder into his. “Walk with me, then.”
The faire is loud in the best way; music drifting through the air, boots crunching gravel, performers shouting, people laughing, somewhere a fiddle playing too fast.
You spend hours like that.
Sword fighting demonstrations where Eddie loudly critiques everyone’s technique like he’s an expert (he is not), shouting things like “WRIST WORK, MAN, IT’S ALL IN THE WRIST,” while you try, and fail, not to laugh. At one point, he grabs your hand to “demonstrate,” stepping behind you, guiding your wrist with his.
“See? You’d totally win in a duel,” he says, voice low near your ear.
You tilt your head back just enough to glance at him. “Are you saying that because it’s true or because it’s my birthday?”
“Both,” he says easily. “But mostly because I’m trying to stay on your good side in case you overthrow the monarchy again.”
You snort, but you don’t pull your hand away right away.
A fortune teller who tells you something cryptic about “two paths becoming one,” which Eddie absolutely does not let go of.
“Two paths,” he repeats, walking backwards in front of you as you move through the crowd. “Becoming one. Sounds familiar.”
“Oh, my god.”
“I’m just saying, kinda feels like foreshadowing.”
“It feels like you’re being annoying on purpose.”
He grins. “Working?”
You shove his shoulder. He barely stumbles, just laughs, reaching out to steady you instead like you’re the one who needs it.
There's a 100% rigged ring toss that he insists on winning anyway because he refuses to lose on your birthday. You’re standing off to the side, arms crossed, watching him absolutely lock in like this is life or death.
“Eddie,” you call, laughing, “it’s literally plastic rings.”
“Not today,” he shoots back. “Today it’s about honor.”
“You missed the last three!”
“THAT WAS A WARM-UP.”
The vendor looks unimpressed. You’re trying not to double over. Then miraculously, he lands one. And the way he turns to you after, eyes wide, arms thrown up like he just won a championship…You clap dramatically.
“My hero!”
“Damn right,” he says, breathless, already grabbing the prize like it’s something sacred. He hands you the prize, a cheap, gold-painted ring, and slides it onto your finger with exaggerated reverence.
“For the captain,” he says.
You grin. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Yeah,” he says softly. “Only for you, though.”
Because before you can even respond:
“OH, MY GOD.”
Dustin appears out of nowhere like a summoned entity, eyes locked onto your hand.
“Is that a ring?”
Mike’s right behind him. “Did he just—?”
“DID YOU JUST PROPOSE?” Gareth shouts, already halfway doubled over laughing.
Eddie physically recoils. “WHAT, no! Jesus Christ—”
Jeff snorts. “Man really said ‘for the captain’ and got down on one knee.”
“Every great hero needs a quest,” he says, as if this is obvious. “And since you’re—” he gestures at your outfit, “—clearly the main character today—”
“Finally, someone said it,” Eddie mutters.
“—We are assigning one.”
“Oh no,” Mike says. “This is going to be bad.”
“It’s going to be epic,” Dustin corrects. “Objective: acquire the finest treasure in all the land.”
“What does that even mean?” Lucas asks.
Dustin turns, pointing dramatically across the faire. “That.”
You follow his finger. A booth, a very crowded booth. With a massive, ridiculous stuffed dragon hanging overhead as the grand prize.
You laugh immediately. “Absolutely not.”
Eddie cracks his knuckles. “Absolutely yes.”
“You saw the line, right?”
“I also saw my competition,” he says confidently. “And I’m not impressed.”
“You missed three rings ten minutes ago.”
“That was a different sport,” he shoots back. “Different skill set.”
“Uh-huh.”
He leans closer, lowering his voice just for you. “You doubtin’ your champion, Captain?”
You raise a brow. “You haven’t proven yourself yet.”
“Wow,” he breathes, placing a hand over his heart. “Wounded. Devastated, even.”
“Then go win me something,” you say, smiling sweetly. And that’s it, challenge accepted.
What follows is a disaster, for lack of better terms. A loud, chaotic, hilarious disaster. The entire group crowds around the booth, shouting conflicting advice.
“USE MORE FORCE—”
“LESS FORCE—”
“YOU’RE OVERCORRECTING—”
“JUST THROW THE THING—”
Eddie misses. Again. And again. And again.
He turns slowly. “I need new friends.”
“You chose us,” Gareth reminds him.
“Biggest mistake of my life.”
You’re laughing so hard your stomach hurts, leaning into the wooden railing for support. At some point, Eddie looks over at you, and his expression softens.
“Hey,” he calls.
You meet his eyes. “Yeah?”
He nods toward the game. “Watch this.”
“You’ve said that every time.”
“And this time I mean it.”
You grin. “Alright, Munson. Impress me.”
He lines it up, throws, and lands it, clean. The group erupts.
“NO WAY—”
“HE DID IT—”
“OH MY GOD—”
Eddie just stands there for a second, staring at it like he doesn’t believe it either. Then he turns to you. That same stupid, boyish, so proud of himself grin spreading across his face.
“Told you,” he says.
Your smile softens without you meaning it to. “Yeah,” you say. “You did.”
He comes back a few minutes later, slightly out of breath, holding the most obnoxiously large stuffed dragon you’ve ever seen.
“Your treasure, Captain.”
You laugh. “Eddie, it’s huge.”
“Yeah,” he shrugs. “Felt right.”
You take it from him, arms barely wrapping around it.
“Thank you,” you say, quieter now.
“Anything for you,” he replies, just as soft.
And the group immediately starts making gagging noises.
“UGH—”
“DISGUSTING—”
“GET A ROOM—”
Eddie flips them off without looking.
“Alright,” Eddie says suddenly, clapping his hands once like he’s got a mission. “I’m getting a drink before I pass out in medieval agony.”
“Beer?” Gareth perks up immediately.
“Beer,” Eddie confirms.
Gareth’s already moving. “Say less.”
Eddie starts after him, then pauses, glancing back at you like he almost forgot something important.
“You good?” he asks.
You nod, adjusting your grip on the giant stuffed dragon. “Yeah, go.”
He hesitates, eyes flicking between you and the crowd like he’s debating something.
Then he points at Dustin. “Watch her.”
Dustin straightens immediately. “I always do.”
Eddie squints at him. “…That didn’t sound reassuring.”
“It wasn’t meant to be.”
You laugh. “Go get your beer, Munson.”
He huffs, but he’s smiling, already backing away. “Don’t let her join another crew while I’m gone.”
“No promises,” you call after him.
He points at you like he doesn’t trust that at all, then disappears into the crowd with Gareth.
You and Dustin fall into step together, weaving through people a little slower now. For a minute, he doesn’t say anything, which is suspicious.
You glance at him. “What?”
He looks up at you like he’s been waiting for that. “So.”
You groan immediately. “No.”
“I didn’t even say anything yet!”
“You were about to.”
“I was about to ask a perfectly reasonable question.”
“Dustin.”
“Okay, fine,” he says, not even trying to sound innocent. “What’s going on with you and Eddie?”
You keep walking. Very focused on walking.
“Nothing,” you say.
He snorts. “Right.”
“Nothing,” you repeat, stronger this time.
“Yeah, okay, and I’m the king of England.”
You shoot him a look. “You’re literally fifteen.”
“Sixteen,” he corrects. “And also correct.”
You shake your head, trying not to smile. “You’re insufferable.”
“And you didn’t answer the question.”
“There’s nothing to answer.”
Dustin stops walking.
You take two more steps before realizing, then turn back. “What are you doing?”
He crosses his arms. “I’m not moving until you stop lying to me.”
You stare at him. “I’m not lying.”
He raises a brow.
You sigh. “Dustin—”
“I’ve known Eddie for, like, years,” he says, suddenly more serious. “I’ve never seen him act like that.”
Your chest tightens a little. “Like what?”
“Like you single-handedly molded the Earth and all it’s creation,” he says simply.
You blink. “That’s dramatic.”
“It’s accurate,” he shoots back. “He literally almost fought a guy earlier because he looked at you for too long.”
“What?”
“Okay, not fought,” Dustin amends. “But there was definitely a moment.”
You try to picture it. Eddie, getting weirdly protective. Eddie, hovering. Eddie, looking at you like that.
“…He’s just, Eddie,” you say, a little weaker now.
Dustin softens, just a bit. “Yeah. He is.”
He steps closer, lowering his voice like he’s sharing classified information.
“But he doesn’t look at anyone else like that.”
Your fingers tighten slightly around the plush dragon.
“Not even close.”
You look away first. Because that feels like too much, because you don’t trust your face not to give you away. Dustin watches you for a second.
“…You like him,” he says.
It’s not a question. You let out a slow breath. “You’re unbelievable.”
“I’m right.”
“You’re annoying.”
“Still right.”
You shake your head, but you’re smiling now; small, helpless, a little caught.
“That obvious?” you murmur.
Dustin grins. “Painfully.”
You laugh under your breath, glancing out at the crowd where Eddie disappeared.
“…Yeah,” you admit quietly. “Okay. Maybe a little.”
Dustin lights up like he just won something. “I KNEW IT!”
“Keep your voice down!” you hiss, swatting his arm.
“Sorry, sorry,” he says, absolutely not sorry. “Does he know?”
You hesitate.
“…No.”
Dustin makes a face like that’s criminal.
“Why not?”
“I don’t know,” you admit. “I just…what if I’m wrong? What if I say something and it ruins everything?”
Dustin stares at you like you’ve just said the dumbest thing he’s ever heard.
“You are wrong,” he says.
Your stomach drops. “Wow, okay.”
“You’re wrong because he’s already gone for you,” he interrupts. “Like, gone gone. There’s no ruining it. It’s already ruined.”
You blink. “…That’s not reassuring.”
“It’s supposed to be,” he insists. “I’m saying you can’t mess it up because he’s already…” he gestures wildly, “ …like that.”
You huff a laugh despite yourself. “Like that?”
“Yeah. Like a loser. About you.”
You smile, you can’t help it. “…He is kind of a loser.”
“The biggest,” Dustin agrees. You both laugh.
“…Don’t tell him I said anything,” you add.
Dustin immediately puts a hand over his heart. “My lips are sealed.”
You narrow your eyes. “Dustin.”
“I mean it!” he pauses, then grins, “…Mostly.”
“Dustin.”
“Okay, okay!” he throws his hands up. “I won’t. Scout’s honor.”
“You were never a scout.”
“Details.”
“Hey!” Eddie’s voice cuts through the crowd as he reappears, Gareth trailing behind him with two drinks already in hand. Eddie’s eyes go straight to you, like they always do.
“There you are,” he says, like he’s been looking.
Dustin glances at you, smug. You elbow him hard before Eddie can see.
“What?” Eddie asks, immediately suspicious.
“Nothing,” you and Dustin say at the exact same time.
Eddie squints. “…I don’t like that.”
He steps closer anyway, holding out one of the cups toward you.
“Peace offering,” he says. “Or, y’know, birthday tribute. Depends how you wanna frame it.”
You take it, your fingers brushing his.
“Wow,” you say, inspecting it like it’s something rare. “My crew finally proves useful.”
He huffs a laugh. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get used to it.”
You take a sip, then glance at him over the rim. “You didn’t poison it, did you?”
Eddie leans in just a little, voice dropping. “Only a little.”
You raise a brow. “Bold move. Killing your captain on her birthday.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he murmurs. “Kinda need you around.”
Your stomach does that annoying little flip again.
“…Yeah?” you say, quieter.
His eyes flick to your lips for half a second before snapping back up. “Yeah.”
There’s a moment. And then:
“OH MY GOD, CAN YOU TWO NOT.”
Gareth. You both jolt apart like you’ve been caught doing something illegal.
“What?” Eddie snaps, turning on him immediately. “We’re literally just standing here.”
“Yeah,” Gareth says, completely unimpressed. “Standing there like you’re about to recreate a romance novel cover.”
Jeff chokes on his drink. Mike and Dustin are visibly trying not to laugh. Lucas is not trying at all.
You bury your face in your cup. “I hate all of you.”
Eddie gestures wildly. “THANK YOU.”
Gareth points between you two. “You handed her a drink like you were presenting her with the Holy Grail.”
“It’s her birthday!”
“And then you leaned in,” Gareth continues, relentless. “And did the whole low voice thing—”
“I did NOT do a ‘low voice thing’!”
“You absolutely did,” Dustin cuts in. “It was like—” he drops his voice into a terrible impression, “‘Only a little.’”
You let out a strangled laugh, immediately covering it with your hand.
Eddie spins to you. “Don’t encourage them!”
“I’m not!” you insist, failing miserably because you’re smiling.
Gareth folds his arms, grinning like he’s having the time of his life. “So what I’m hearing is…you admit there was a vibe.”
“There was NO VIBE.”
“There was a vibe,” Jeff says helpfully.
“There was NOT—”
You take another sip of your drink, trying to play it off, but Gareth clocks the ring again immediately.
“And the ring,” he adds, like it’s evidence in a trial. “Let’s circle back to the ring.”
“Oh my god,” you mutter.
Eddie throws his hands up. “IT WAS A PRIZE.”
“Uh-huh,” Gareth nods. “And the way you put it on her finger?”
“IT WAS FUNNY.”
“Romantic,” Dustin corrects.
“Shut up.”
“Intimate,” Mike adds.
“SHUT UP.”
“Life-altering,” Lucas finishes.
You laugh into your drink, shoulders shaking.
Eddie looks at you like he’s seconds away from betrayal. “You’re enjoying this.”
“A little,” you admit.
He groans. “Unbelievable. I do one nice thing!”
“Oh, you do one nice thing?” you cut in, smiling. “That’s your story?”
He leans closer again without thinking. “For you? I do plenty.”
The group goes dead silent for half a second. Eddie freezes. You freeze. Gareth’s eyes go wide.
“…Oh, that was good,” he whispers, impressed.
Eddie immediately backtracks. “I meant, like, general nice things, I’m a nice guy, I—”
“Yeah,” you say softly, saving him just a little, though your smile is teasing. “You’re a real gentleman, Munson.”
He exhales, relieved, shooting you a quick look like thank you.
“Finally, some recognition.”
“Don’t push it.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Captain.”
Your fingers brush his again as you adjust your grip on the drink.
“Alright,” Gareth claps, like he’s wrapping up a performance. “I’ve seen enough.”
Eddie narrows his eyes. “Of what?”
“This,” Gareth gestures between you both. “Whatever this is.”
“Nothing,” you and Eddie say at the same time.
Gareth grins. “Sure.”
Dustin nods. “Definitely nothing.”
“Absolutely nothing,” Mike agrees.
Lucas snorts. “Nothing at all.”
Eddie points at all of them. “You’re all dead to me.”
You laugh, leaning slightly into him without thinking.
Gareth watches Eddie’s arm settle at your back, smugly.
“…Nothing,” he repeats under his breath.
Eddie points at him. “Say another word and I’m pushing you into the moat.”
“There is no moat!”
“Don’t test me.”
You laugh, shaking your head, only to feel a sudden tug on your sleeve.
“C’mon,” Dustin says, already pulling you backward.
You stumble a step. “Wait—what—?”
“Emergency,” he insists.
“What kind of emergency involves dragging me away from my drink?”
“The important kind.”
You glance back once, catching Eddie mid-argument with Gareth. His eyes flick to you immediately, and they soften.
“You good?” he calls.
You nod. “Yeah!”
Dustin waves dramatically. “We’re stealing her!”
Eddie frowns. “For what?”
“CLASSIFIED.”
“That’s not reassuring—”
But you’re already being pulled into the crowd, Dustin weaving through people like he’s on a mission.
“Okay,” you say, catching your balance. “Explain.”
Dustin turns, practically vibrating with excitement, and then gestures grandly behind you.
“Behold.”
You turn, and immediately light up.
A storefront packed with DnD merch: dice sets glinting in glass cases, character sheets pinned up like posters, cloaks and accessories hanging from wooden racks, little carved figurines lined up like they’re waiting to be chosen.
“…Oh my god,” you breathe.
“I KNOW,” Dustin says, thrilled with himself.
You step closer without thinking, eyes scanning everything at once.
“This is insane,” you murmur, picking up a set of deep blue dice, turning them in your fingers. “These are gorgeous, look at the detail!”
“So,” he says casually.
You don’t even look up. “If you say ‘Eddie’ right now, I’m leaving.”
“Wow,” he says. “Didn’t even have to try.”
You grin despite yourself, still focused on the display. “You’re predictable.”
“And you’re deflecting.”
“I am browsing.”
“You’re avoiding.”
You glance at him. “I’m doing both.”
He nods like that’s fair. “Okay. Respect.”
You turn back to the table, picking up a small pendant, a compass design, worn-looking, like something a pirate might carry. Your thumb brushes over it absently.
“…It’s just,” Dustin adds, quieter now, “you should know he almost didn’t come today.”
“…What?”
“He said he didn’t want to make it weird,” Dustin shrugs. “Since it’s your birthday. Didn’t want to mess anything up.”
Your chest tightens a little. “He did come,” you say.
“Yeah,” Dustin grins. “Because I told him he’d regret it for the rest of his life if he missed you dressed like that.”
You snort. “You’re unbelievable.”
“I’m right,” he says, again. “Also, he’s been staring at you like you’re gonna disappear if he blinks.”
You look down at the pendant in your hand.
“…He does that,” you admit quietly.
“Yeah,” Dustin says. “Because he likes you.”
You huff a small laugh. “You’ve made that very clear.”
“And you like him,” he shoots back.
Dustin leans closer. “So what’s the holdup?”
You hesitate, your fingers curling slightly around the pendant.
“…I don’t want to lose him,” you say, softer now.
Dustin’s expression shifts; less teasing, more certain. “You won’t.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do,” he says. “Because he’d rather chew off his own arm than let that happen.”
You laugh under your breath. “That’s a very specific image.”
“I stand by it.”
You shake your head, but your shoulders relax just a little.
“…He called me ‘Captain’ like, five times today,” you say, almost to yourself.
Dustin grins. “Yeah. That’s his thing now.”
“It’s not his thing.”
“It’s definitely his thing.”
You smile, small and helpless again.
“…I don’t hate it.”
“I know you don’t.”
You nudge him with your elbow. “You’re annoying.”
“And you’re in love,” he says sweetly.
You freeze. “…Don’t say that.”
He tilts his head. “Why not?”
“I don’t know,” you admit.
“…Okay,” he says. “Then don’t say it.”
“…But maybe do something about it,” he adds.
You groan. “Dustin.”
“I’m just saying!”
You laugh, shaking your head, then glance back down at the pendant in your hand.
“…You think he’d think this is stupid?” you ask.
Dustin looks at it, then back at you.
“He’d think it’s the coolest thing he’s ever seen,” he says immediately. “And then he’d make some dumb joke about being your first mate.”
Meanwhile…
“…You’re staring again,” Gareth says.
Eddie doesn’t even look at him. “I am not.”
“You are,” Gareth nods. “Like, aggressively.”
Eddie tears his eyes away, scowling. “I was just making sure she didn’t get lost.”
“She was gone for, like, five seconds.”
“It’s a crowded place.”
“Uh-huh.”
Eddie takes a long sip of his drink, like that’ll end the conversation, it does not. Gareth leans closer, dropping his voice like he’s about to share a secret.
“So…you gonna tell her or just keep doing the whole ‘yearning in silence’ thing?”
Eddie chokes. “The what?”
“The yearning,” Gareth repeats. “It’s loud, man.”
“I am not yearning.”
“You just watched her walk away like your entire soul left your body.”
Eddie blinks. “…That’s dramatic.”
“It’s accurate.”
Eddie drags a hand down his face. “There’s nothing going on.”
Gareth just stares at him, then looks in the direction you went. Then back at Eddie.
“…Right.”
“Shut up.”
“You put a ring on her finger.”
“IT WAS A PRIZE.”
“And then you held her hand after.”
Eddie freezes. “…I did not.”
“You did.”
“…Okay, maybe for like, half a second.”
“It was not half a second.”
“I can’t believe you considered not coming today,” Gareth says casually.
Eddie goes still. “Who told you that?”
“You did,” Gareth deadpans. “Yesterday. When you were pacing.”
Eddie groans. “I was not pacing!”
“You were pacing.”
“You said you didn’t want to make it weird,” Gareth continues, ticking it off on his fingers. “That it’s her birthday, and you didn’t want to, oh, what was it? ‘Ruin the vibe.’”
Eddie points at him. “I didn’t say it like that.”
“You absolutely did.”
Eddie exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair.
“…I just don’t want to screw it up.”
“You’re gonna screw it up,” Gareth says.
Eddie glares at him. “You’re so helpful, thank you.”
“I mean, if you don’t say anything,” Gareth adds.
“…I don’t want to lose her.”
Gareth snorts. “You’re acting like telling her would be the thing that ruins it.”
Eddie looks past him, back toward the crowd. “…What if it is?”
Gareth follows his gaze and sees you standing there, smiling softly at something Dustin’s saying.
“…Dude,” he says, almost incredulous. “She’s the only girl I have ever seen out up with your bullshit. If that’s not evidence enough…”
Eddie lets out a quiet, disbelieving laugh. “…That doesn’t mean anything.”
“Yeah,” Gareth says. “It does.”
Eddie shifts his weight, suddenly restless. “…You really think—?”
“Yes,” Gareth says immediately. “I really think.”
Eddie exhales, long and slow. “…Shit.”
Gareth grins. “Yeah. Shit.”
From somewhere in the crowd: “HEY!”
Eddie’s voice cuts through, and you and Dustin both turn. He’s already moving toward you, Gareth right behind him.
“There you are,” Eddie says, a little breathless.
His eyes go straight to you, like always. Dustin looks at you, smug, and you elbow him. Hard.
“What?” Eddie asks, narrowing his eyes.
“Nothing,” you and Dustin say at the same time.
Gareth snorts behind him. “…Yeah,” he says. “Nothing at all.”
Dustin and Gareth glance at each other; it’s quick and silent. But understood.
Dustin straightens. “Actually—”
Gareth cuts in, grabbing his shoulder. “We should, uh, go check out that thing.”
“Since right now,” Gareth says, clapping him on the back. “Don’t screw it up.”
Eddie blinks. “Don’t screw what—?”
But they’re already gone, vanished into the crowd like they were never there.
Eddie exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. “They’re acting strange.”
“Yeah,” you say, though your voice is softer now. “They are.”
“…You wanna do a lap?” he asks.
You nod. “Yeah.”
You fall into step beside each other, slower now, drifting away from the thicker crowd. For a moment, neither of you speaks, just walking close enough that your arms brush every now and then.
“I, uh—” you start, then stop.
Eddie glances at you. “What?”
You hold up the pendant, turning it slightly so it catches the light.
“What do you think?” you ask.
He glances between your face and the pendant, a small knowing grin forming.
“Yeah,” he says quietly. “That’s…that’s very you.”
You smile a little. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he nods. “Captain’s gotta have something like that.”
You huff a small laugh, looking down at it again.
“…Dustin said you’d say something like that.”
Eddie groans. “Of course he did.”
You smile, but it fades just slightly. “…He also said something else.”
Eddie’s shoulders tense a fraction. “Oh yeah?”
You nod. “Why did you almost not come today?”
He goes still, like completely still. The noise of the faire fades a little around you.
“…What?” he says, quieter.
You glance at him. “Dustin said you almost didn’t.”
Eddie shoots a quick look out at the crowd, like he’s checking if Dustin’s within range to strangle.
“He talks too much.”
“Eddie.”
He releases a long exhale and runs a hand through his hair.
“…I just didn’t want to make it weird,” he says finally.
“Weird?” you echo.
“Yeah,” he huffs, a little laugh slipping out, nervous. “Like, your birthday, and I didn’t wanna show up and mess it up or something.”
“You wouldn’t mess it up.”
“You don’t know that,” he says, a little too quickly.
You stop walking. He takes a step before realizing, then turns back to you.
“What?”
“…Why would you think that?” you ask.
He shakes his head like he’s already regretting the inside thought, but it becomes an outside thought anyway.
“…Because I like you, okay?” he blurts.
“I always have,” he adds, quieter now, like it’s something he wasn’t supposed to say out loud. “I just…I didn’t want to make things weird or screw it up or have you look at me differently or—”
“Eddie.”
He stops and swallows. “…Yeah?”
“You wouldn’t,” you say softly.
“Wouldn’t what?”
“Mess it up.”
He searches your face like he’s trying to figure out if this is real. “…You sure about that?”
You smile and nod. “Yeah,” you say. “I’m pretty sure.”
His voice drops, barely above a whisper. “…You don’t think I’m ruining this right now?”
You shake your head.
“No,” you say gently. “I think you’re finally catching up.”
He blinks. “Catching up to what?”
You don’t answer right away. Instead, you reach for his hand and slip your fingers into his.
Just like earlier, only this time, it’s not accidental.
“…I like you too,” you say.
Eddie short-circuits.
“…Oh,” he breathes.
You laugh softly. “Yeah. Oh.”
He stares at you for a second like he’s trying to process it. Then a grin breaks across his face, slow and disbelieving and oh-so-Eddie.
“Okay,” he says. “Cool. Cool cool cool.”
You laugh. “You’re such a dork.”
“Yeah,” he nods immediately. “But I’m your dork now, right?”
You tilt your head, teasing. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
He squeezes your hand. “Too late. Already planning our pirate crew dynamic.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Oh yeah,” he grins. “Captain and her extremely devoted, very attractive, first mate.”
You snort. “Very attractive?”
“Had to throw that in there. Branding.”
You shake your head, smiling, but your grip on his hand tightens anyway.
“Good,” you say.
His expression softens again. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “Good.”
Eddie looks down at your joined hands, then back up at you. Still smiling like he can’t quite believe this is real.
“…So,” he says, clearing his throat a little. “We should uh, go back?”
You smile, squeezing his hand once. “Yeah. We should probably let them stop being weird about it.”
He huffs. “Bold of you to assume they’ll ever stop.”
“Fair.”
Your fingers are fully laced together, swinging slightly between you as you move.
And Eddie? Eddie is so aware of it. Every few steps, his thumb brushes over your knuckles like he’s checking you’re still there. You catch him doing it more than once.
“…You okay?” you tease.
He glances at you, a little sheepish. “Yeah. Just making sure you’re not gonna vanish on me.”
You smile, softer now. “Not going anywhere, Munson.”
His grip tightens just slightly. “Good,” he says.
You spot the group before they spot you. Clustered near one of the food stalls, all mid-conversation, and then Dustin looks up and freezes.
His eyes drop immediately to your hands, then snap back to your face. His expression goes nuclear.
“Oh my—”
He slaps Gareth’s arm so hard it echoes.
“WHAT—” Gareth turns, annoyed, then follows Dustin’s line of sight.
“…No way.”
Jeff squints. “What?”
Mike turns. Lucas turns. One by one, they all clock it.
The hand holding, the very obvious hand holding.
“FUCKING FINALLY—”
The group erupts. You flinch, laughing immediately as Dustin sprints toward you like he’s about to tackle you.
“I KNEW IT—I TOLD YOU—I LITERALLY TOLD EVERYONE—”
“Back up!” Eddie laughs, holding out his free hand like he’s fending him off. “Give us a second, man—”
Gareth is howling, doubled over. “Oh my GOD, I thought you were gonna die before you said it—”
“Shut up!” Eddie shoots back, already turning red.
Mike shakes his head, grinning. “That took way too long.”
“Painfully long,” Lucas adds.
Jeff just nods. “Embarrassing, honestly.”
You bury your face in Eddie’s shoulder for a second, laughing. “I hate all of you.”
“NO YOU DON’T,” Dustin says, still buzzing, pointing between you and Eddie. “THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE—”
“It’s her birthday!” Eddie argues.
“SECOND BEST DAY OF MY LIFE,” Dustin corrects immediately.
Gareth straightens, wiping at his eyes. “So what happened? Who said it first? I need details.”
“Absolutely not,” you say.
“Come on—”
“No.”
Eddie nods firmly. “Nope. Classified.”
Dustin gasps. “You used my line against me?”
“Learned from the best,” Eddie shoots back.
Gareth leans in closer, lowering his voice, but clearly not enough.
“So you’re, like…official now?”
Eddie glances at you, and you glance at him. A small smile passes between you.
“…Yeah,” he says.
“Yeah,” you echo.
The group collectively loses their minds again.
“OH MY GOD—”
“DISGUSTING—”
“I’M SO HAPPY—”
“I’M GONNA THROW UP—”
Eddie flips them off, but he’s laughing.
“Alright, alright,” Gareth claps, regaining some composure. “So what’s the plan now, Captain?”
Eddie perks up immediately at that, nudging you. “Yeah, Captain. What’s next?”
You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. You glance at the group, then at Eddie. Then out toward the glowing lanterns and distant docks.
“…I think,” you say, “the crew owes me one more adventure.”
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