#Lord Edmund Muñoz

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

A Recipe for Disaster (Chap. 4)

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Steve and Nancy walked along in silence for a while.

Steve says “Nancy, I don’t want to make you do this.” at the same time Nancy says “You aren’t making me do anything by the way.”

She smiles and motions for him to continue. “If I had any more time or any choice in the matter I wouldn’t make you do this. I still don’t want to.”

“Why are they making you anyway?”

“They..uh.. Want to make sure the whole media fiasco that happened back in the States with my fri_that guy Tommy, won’t become..permanent? I guess?”

“They want you to marry a noblewoman, not a nobleman.” She nods in understanding.

“Yes, that’s definitely a much better way to put that.”

“I see.” 

“And I uhm, I’m not just interested in noblemen, I could go for both..both noblemen and noblewomen” Steve admits, rubbing the back of his neck.

He dares to look at Nancy, who’s smiling softly at him.“Good to know, thanks for telling me.”

She leads them to a nearby bench and pulls him down to sit beside her.

“Steve, I am more than happy to do this for you.”

“But you have dreams of your own Nancy, you have things you want to do too that specifically have nothing to do with the royal life.”

“I already knew that my own dreams would be unrealistic for me. I am a royal woman. I knew this would happen at some point.” She’s still smiling kindly at him.

“That doesn’t make me feel better about this at all, you could marry Jonathan. You aren't in line for your own throne because of Mike, right? So why do this at all? You barely even know me." She thinks for a moment. "I believe you will be good for Genovia and a good representation of the future of all our countries. You didn't come from this world, have made mistakes in the recent past that any teenage person would, but you have moved and grown so far past them that you're willing to fall in line with your government in order to lead your people."

Steve was stunned into silence; he definitely hadn't been expecting all that from this woman he'd only known for a short time.

"Plus I’d rather marry the one royal that would support those dreams of mine than to one that’d try to snuff them out, just like I figure you’d rather not marry some other random person who’s only there for show. I do plan on helping you with this as much as I can; I promise you will be hearing a lot of my advice and opinions in the future.” She gives him a wink.

Steve laughs “Yeah, I’d expect nothing less.” he pulls her into him for a hug “Thank you Nancy.”

“You’re welcome, Steve.”

–

‘Why? Why did I choose tonight to sit out here? Why couldn’t I have just stayed my ass inside??’ Eddie cursed himself, ignoring the small sputtering flame in his chest for the king-to-be as he shot up from his seat in the gardens a good ways away from the two intruders.

Seeing Steve in the clear golden sunset had only made the small flame for the man to grow stronger, if not bigger. His heart completely ignoring the beautiful young woman Steve had in his embrace, and the ache in his foot from his last encounter with the prince.

Eddie snapped his journal shut and slouched back towards the palace, hoping he wouldn’t be spotted by the other two.

–

Nancy’s parents had arrived two days after she and Mike had, and brought along Nancy’s youngest sibling, a delightful little girl named Holly who Steve absolutely adored.

He and Nancy talked a lot in those two days; She had told him what to expect from her parents, said her mom was really the one that he’d have to get on with despite her father being the current ruler (“Will do, can’t wait until Mike takes over for your dad and I have to deal with him on the regular.” Steve had said with an eye roll, Nancy giggled and responded with “Yeah.. mom will still be the one in charge there too, good luck Mike.”). Lucky for Steve, Karen LOVED him and only asked a couple awkward questions about future heirs.

“Oh, uhm, yeah someday, sure, but nothing until Nancy is ready.” He’d placated her, knowing full well he and Nancy hadn’t talked about that whole part of their arrangement yet.

“Don’t be so humble about it son, you need heirs. Best get to it sooner than later.” Nancy’s dad, Theodore, had responded and got a smack on the arm and a “Dammit Ted, why must you always make things awkward.” from Karen.

Steve had excused himself then to warn Nancy about what may be coming (who had rolled her eyes and very bluntly stated, “I’m in no hurry at all. Come on, let's get with Hopper so we can leave already.”), before setting off to the seaside village of Mertz for their first public outing.

It was going well enough, though the cliffside beaches they were walking along were definitely more windy than he’d like.

They trudged through the sand, arm in arm, purposefully trying to ignore the paparazzi until they absolutely couldn’t anymore, and laughing quietly at Ted’s huffing as he also trudged along behind them and Joyce.

“About time we gave them a wave, don’t you think?” Nancy asked.

“Yep, I think so..” Steve sighed in return and waved towards the gathered cameras who all started clicking and flashing the moment he did.

He glanced down at Nancy and caught her small smile at the cameras for a brief moment before her patterned scarf was suddenly whisked away from the collar of her coat and started breezily rolling back the way they’d come.

“Oh shit!” Steve started after the scarf, and so did Nancy.

“A prince shouldn’t run for a scarf!” she laughed as they both again just missed grabbing the slippery thing.

“Neither should a princess!” he laughed back and suddenly he was flopping forward, having finally grabbed the damn thing, but tripping in the process. He landed on his side in the sand and Nancy similarly flopped down next to him on her stomach as if she’d tripped over him after he went down, but Steve had a fleeting suspicion it was just so he wasn’t embarrassed on his own.

“Your scarf, your highness.” He spoke in Dustin’s patented haughty voice as he wrapped the thing back around her neck. 

“Why thank you good sir!” She parroted back in the same lilt before dissolving into giggles.

–

They spent the next week together, doing whatever came to mind, really. They played badminton, they had dinners together with everyone, he listened to her complain about how it was growing up with Mike, he’d read some of her pieces (and they were as good as he thought they’d be), and just went for strolls together in the gardens.

These walks were usually reserved for the more important chats, ones reserved for full honesty with each other. Like about how he’d always wanted a bigger family but that he’s not about to make her do that if she didn't want to. How she could definitely see herself with Jonathan. He in turn told her about his unfortunate feelings of heartbreak when it came to Lord Edmund. 

“I only knew him for a couple minutes but that’s all it took; I really think it was a goddamn love-at-first sight scenario…before it was ripped out from under me literally two days later. It stung. Bad.”

Nancy rubbed his arm comfortingly. “He seems like an ass.” She says in a completely serious, sensitive tone that causes a laugh to bubble up through the sudden tightness in his chest.

“That’s the thing though, I really want him to be, but he may very well not be.” Steve sighs, and pauses for a moment. “I really don’t want him to be an asshole…” he finishes quietly.

“You could see yourself with him, couldn’t you?”

Steve thought about it while they shuffled slowly along the path. Could he? The image of Eddie beaming at him during his coronation, of Eddie sitting at his side in the throne room while he meets with the public, a painted version of he and Eddie, a little bit older, standing side by side and hanging beside Joyce and Robert flashed through his head, one right after the other. Against all common sense, Steve found himself wanting that more than anything.

He also realized that the small fire that had sparked in his chest that night when he saw Eddie through his window was decidedly not hatred.

“No, I don’t think I could.” Steve lies right to Nancy’s face. Like the coward he is.

She looks at him like she doesn’t quite believe him, but drops it anyway; “Lets head back in..”

–

Eddie hears the unmistakable sound of Steve’s voice carrying down the main path and up the small offshoot where he’d decided to sit with his journal today.

‘How the hell am I always out here when they are??’ Eddie thinks bitterly.

He’d purposefully tried to ignore their conversation but Steve had started talking about some ‘him’ and his curiosity got the better of him.

“I only knew him for a couple minutes but that’s all it took; I really think it was a goddamn love-at-first sight scenario…before it was ripped out from under me literally two days later. It stung. Bad.”

“He seems like an ass.” Says a lighter voice that must be Nancy.

Her words pull a shaky laugh out of Steve before Eddie hears him continue.

“That’s the thing though, I really want him to be, but he may very well not be.” Steve sighs, and pauses for a moment. “I really don’t want him to be an asshole…” he finishes quietly.

‘Oh fuck, are they talking about me??’

“You could see yourself with him, couldn’t you?”

It’s like her question was directed at him and not at Steve; against his will, Eddie's brain flips through the possibilities before him if, against all odds and against what Parliament wants, Steve chose him to be his Prince Consort.

Eddie can see himself standing off to the side and smiling proud at Steve’s coronation, sitting beside him as he meets with the public in the throne room just like Queen Joyce does now, by his side at any number of nameless events, just with Steve.

That sputtering flame that had grown just from seeing Steve a mere few days previously, burns so hot in his chest it’s like it’s actually burning a hole through his shirt. He absentmindedly places his free hand over the spot on his chest and wishes it would go away.

“No, I don’t think I could.”

Those six words coming from Steve’s mouth should have done it, but it just makes his heart burn hotter, as if in defiance. As if his heart is falling for Steve harder out of spite. Like his heart is yelling out to Steve itself: ‘I’ll show you, I’ll prove we’re not an asshole! We’re gonna prove it to you again and again until you’re ours.’

Eddie waits until they’ve gone before starting down the same path and into the palace. He hears a couple voices talking as he enters through the ballroom, and glances up to see the new security intern talking to a tall, gangly looking teen. ‘Damn they are really letting anyone in here these days..’

They spot him too as he enters, and the intern calls out to him. “Good evening Lord Edmund, have you been introduced to Prince Michael yet?”

“Ah, you’re another royal, that makes more sense,” Eddie says and approaches Michael, hand extended “Lord Edmund Muñoz, your highness.”

“Ah, so this is the guy?” The dark-haired teen says to the shorter curly-haired one while taking Eddie’s hand.

“Yep, this is the one.”

“Am I allowed to ask what guy I am?”

The two boys share a look, then look back to him “Run a campaign with us.” they say at the same time.

Eddie’s stunned. “Wh_what? How do you_?” he sputters, then clears his throat “How’d you know I play?”

The two boys shrug, and Michael says “You looked like it.”

The other elbows him and is very obviously holding back laughter.

“I looked like it.”

They nod.

Eddie sighs, “When are you thinking?”

–

Steve escorted Nancy to her room and bid her goodnight before heading off to find Joyce.

They had spoken since Nancy’s arrival, but Steve had purposefully kept it short, and Joyce had respected the boundaries he’d put up in the meantime, but now it was time to talk to her again fully.

He arrived at her door and gave two quick knocks. “Aunt Joyce, it’s me.” he called through the door.

“Come in, Steve.”

He heads inside and finds her at her desk, completing some sort of pile of paperwork.

“Can we talk?”

She spins in her chair and stands, gesturing to the loveseat for him to sit, which she does as well.

“I’m sorry I was short with you when you invited Nancy here.”

“No, I should apologize for inviting her here without your knowledge. I shouldn’t have assumed anything and I…I just wanted to give you your best possible step in the right direction.”

Steve pulls her into a hug “I know, thanks for everything, Aunt Joyce.”

They stay in the embrace for a while before parting. “So is it going well then? With Nancy?”

He told her everything he’d talked about with Nancy over her time at the palace (minus his confessions about a certain visiting Lord), “I think we will make this work out just fine.”

“I am so happy for you Steve, thank you for telling me.” she smiles at him, placing a hand on his shoulder

“Well, there’s one other thing I wanted to talk to you about.”

–

“Why am I so damn nervous? We both knew this was coming anyway but now it’s here and I can’t get rid of the pit in my stomach and…” Steve trails off and looks to his gathered audience. The three people he trusts most (would have been four, but Hopper “actually has work to do.”) Robin, Joyce, and (surprisingly) Dustin sit on one of the couches in his suite and watch him pace back and forth at the end of his bed.

“You can do this, Steve; you both know what is in store for you and like you said, both knew this was coming.”

“You have nothing to worry about, sweetheart.”

“You’re only nervous because you have that giant rock in your pocket.”

The other three laugh at Dustin’s observation, and it was true, the ring that’d previously belonged to Steve’s grandmother was a hell of a ring. “Yeah, that’d do it.” Steve chuckles, “OK. I can do this.”

He and Nancy had talked about this previously too, they’d be outside under Genovia’s famous pear tree, in view of the paparazzi when they were called and eventually showed up. To do it in front of the media will cement the fact that much faster and hopefully give them enough time to make wedding arrangements.

It was insane that it’d only been a week since his birthday and now here he was, about to propose to a princess just to keep his family’s legacy.

“Here you are, Nance.” Steve hands her the small velvet box that he’d been toying with in his pocket all day.

She puts on a great questioning look that morphs expertly into feigned surprise when she opens it. She puts her free hand to her chest and says “Oh, Steve..”

“It was my grandmother’s ring, she and my grandfather were married for 54 years, Joyce thought it’d be good luck.”

Nancy smiles at him softly, “Do I have to put it on myself?”

“No, no, I can do that.” Steve chuckles. He takes the ring from the box and slides it onto Nancy’s ring finger, though it’s a bit big for her. They can both hear the incessant snapping of the paparazzo’s cameras as soon as he does. “I'll get it resized for you while you’re gone.” he says and gives her a wink.

“It’s beautiful, Steve, thank you.” She gives him a kiss on the cheek and he hears the cameras start up once again.

“Nice move.” he says and they laugh to themselves as Steve helps her up and they head back inside.

-

“Fly the lovebirds..” Murray speaks into his earpiece as he watches Steve and Nancy approach the door to the palace’s front staircase.

“Are you ready for this?”

“Only if you are Steve.”

He nods resolutely and takes her right hand in his left before stepping forward and out onto the landing.

Hundreds of people have gathered to celebrate his and Nancy’s engagement. They have flooded onto the front lawn, some were wearing fake tiaras and crowns and most were waving the small Genovian flags.

He and Nancy stop at the railing and wave to the masses, taking it in for a moment and smiling for his people.

“I can’t believe they’re all here for us.” he leans over slightly to say to Nancy

“Hm?” she hadn’t heard him over the crowd so he tries once more, this time sweeping his arm out at the citizens

Speaking a bit louder this time, Steve says “It’s crazy they’re all here for u_” and cuts himself off as his hand comes into contact with something and it moves away from him; reacting immediately, he scrabbles for the small pot of flowers and clutches it to himself, seeing some of the crowd laughing, but he hopes he pulled off that save.

Nancy, the hero she is, takes the other pot from the railing, raising it to the crowd minutely and turning back into the palace with Steve. 

Dustin is doubled over in laughter.

“You are the dingi-est Dingus that there’s ever been.” Robin is shaking her head and laughing at him as she takes the pot from him.

“Yeah, yeah, I know_Dustin, seriously it wasn’t that funny..dammit, you too Nancy? All I am is hated in this place. Hated!”

–

“Seems you were wrong, dad, Steve’s managed to find a wife within a week.

“Stephan can’t possibly be happy with the concept of an arranged marriage.”

He thinks for a moment before continuing “and if I know anything about her highness, she couldn’t be happy with the idea of any marriage..Your task is to romance her. Show her what a real relationship could be. One with fire, and passion!”

Eddie was still caught on “romance her” so it takes him a moment to catch up to what his father said. “And change her mind about Steve.” he says flatly.

“Precisely; the 30 day deadline expires, and the throne is ours.”

The only thing Eddie can think is what his heart is screaming at him; “Forget the girl, get Steve! Show Steve what a relationship with you could be like. Woo him. Woo him!!”

–

Later, with Nancy already turned in for the night since she was returning home the next day for a short time, Robin similarly zonked out from her own meetings with a handful of dignitaries she’d offered to take from Steve while Nancy was visiting, Steve had time to himself.

His thoughts were going a mile a minute (When will the wedding actually be? When is Nancy coming back again? Who does he bring the ring to in order to be resized? He needs to get new wedding bands for the two of them. He needs to start prepping for his coronation ceremony too…), so, as usual, he started walking.

He started meandering down hall after hall and had been for a while when something pulled him out of it.

From ahead of him, down the darkened hallway, a door, about half-open, was spilling warm light and laughter into the hall. Curious, Steve walked forward as quietly as possible, though his steps couldn’t have been heard over whoever it was that spoke from inside.

“....you are all backed into a corner, literally. Only Will the Wise still stands, weakened, but far better off than the rest of his party, standing between his friends and the horrible demogorgon.”

‘Is that Eddie?’ is the first thought that comes to mind as he finally comes to the open door. Every other thought is wiped from his brain at the sight of him, standing over a table covered in papers, small little things that look like weird shaped dice, and a couple figures like the one Steve had seen Eddie painting that day. His hair was completely down, and it was wild. It was full, curly, and Steve wanted to sink his hands into it and pull, just to see if doing so would pull any noises from that perfect throat of his. 

“I cast fireball!”

Steve is startled out of his thoughts at the sound of another voice. He was so lost in EddieEddieEddie that he completely missed that there were other people sitting at the table. ‘Holy shit, pull yourself together Steve, the fuck is wrong with you??’

The voice was Will, and Steve could see Dustin and Mike at the table as well. Behind the table on a small couch, were Max and Ellie, the latter of whom looked to be re-braiding the former’s hair.

Will rolled one of the weird looking dice and for some reason this was the moment that the Dungeons & Dragons game that Lady Applejack said she loved and the D&D that Dustin somehow knew Mike played were one in the same. ‘Duh, Dingus.’ he could hear Robin’s voice tell him in his head.

Everyone at the table was looking at Will’s die, whatever it had landed on must’ve been a big deal because everyone jumped up and started celebrating. Eddie’s voice cut through the commotion and said “Will the Wise cast straight and true, hitting the beast directly in the center of its chest! It’s completely engulfed in flame, and crumbles to the ground in ashes mere seconds later.”

Steve is so completely captivated by Eddie that it’s the shuffling of the other teens gathering up their things that startles him out of his trance. He hurries down the hall and around the next turn before anyone can see him, and sets off back towards his suite.

The overwhelming worried thoughts that plagued him only minutes before are now replaced by thoughts of Eddie and a heart burning so hot Steve can almost feel his chest above it crumbling into ash like that damn demo-whatever from their game.

–

Murray finds him on the steps of the ballroom the next morning, finishing up a call as he starts to pass.

He stops on the same step Steve is sitting on and doesn’t say anything for a moment, long enough for Steve to look up from his journal in curiosity.

“Why, may I ask, are you sitting on the steps of the ballroom?”

“Thinkin’ I suppose.”

“Ah, so we’re hiding from Dustin then?”

Steve winces minutely "...Maybe.."

Murray blinks at him before he remembers he has a phone in his hand and moves to finish taking the call. He makes sure the mouthpiece is turned away before telling Steve: “Nancy’s plane just took off; I’m assuming she already has plans to call once she lands?”

“Yep, thanks Murray.”

He bounds up the stairs two at a time and Steve rolls his eyes at his retreating form.

Giving a quick look around, Steve pulls the velvet box out of his pocket and opens it. He’d made sure to get the ring back from Nancy before she left to have it resized and cleaned, and already made plans to go with Hopper later on to drop it off himself, but for now, he just admires it. It’s a true antique, created specifically for his grandmother when she was to be wed to Stephan the First, created around a huge round diamond that shone like the moon.

Someone whistling pulls him out of his thoughts and he snaps the box shut just as Edmund comes into view from between the two staircases.

He’s dressed sharply in all black, his wild curls pulled up fully into a messy bun at the back of his head. The new hairdo and the unbuttoned top buttons on his shirt leave the full column of his throat bare to the world and Steve has to swallow away the evidence of how much his mouth had started watering at the sight.

Edmund glances at the box in Steve’s hand “Are you having second thoughts?”

Steve huffs as he stands, shoving the box back in his pocket. “No actually, I was just admiring it. It was my grandmother’s you know, an_” Steve’s heart stops as Edmund crowds close to him.

Steve nearly stumbles down the two steps on shaky legs as he escapes from between the other man and the railing. “Well if you’ll excuse me, I need to see to some wedding details.” Steve starts up the opposite staircase and pushes his glasses up his nose as he realizes Eddie is following, just on the other set of stairs.

“I’m sorry, is there something you wanted to say to me?”

“No, no, you are the one who stomped on me with your big feet. And you know what they say about guys with big feet.”

Steve felt his face burn up at the insinuation and decided to ignore it (for now) “Well you know, you danced with my big feet.”

“That I did, big boy, but may I remind you that we only danced for about a minute.” Eddie said as he also reached the top of the stairs. 

Steve was taken a back for a moment ‘So he also thinks someone wouldn’t be able to fall for someone that quick.’ he thinks to himself, both fully realizing how ridiculous that sounded and also fully believing that somehow Eddie knew that he’d caught feelings in that short time.

“It was more than a minute.” Steve says to aloud to Eddie (and to himself).

“Maybe a minute and a half..” Eddie shrugs

“Fine. It was a minute and a half, but it was also a lie. Because you didn’t tell me who you really were or that you were trying to steal my crown.” Steve points his finger into Eddie's chest accusingly.

Eddie rolls his eyes at him “My apologies your highness, you see, normally, when I ask someone to dance, I make it a point to show them my family tree.” voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Murray? Have you seen Steve today?” Steve’s eyes widen as he hears Dustin's voice echoing down the hall in front of him.

“Nope, haven’t seen him.” Murray calls, a bit too loud “Wasn’t in the ballroom when I went through and I came right in from outside.”

Murray was giving him an escape.

Steve walked past Edmund, checking his shoulder a bit “You wanna know what else you were doing while you were doing your little lie dance?”

“The hell is a ‘lie dance’?”

“I’ll go check myself, thanks though Murray!”

Steve panicked, wanting to continue to confront Edmund and not wanting Dustin to walk in on it, he opened the next door he reached, a small broom closet, and gestured for Eddie to get in.

He looked confused, but smirked as he slid in past Steve who followed him in and shut the door. 

“You know very well what you were doing with your ha_”

“And what exactly was that, your highness?” Once again, Eddie crowded close to Steve, this time to reach past him and flip the lightswitch off.

For a brief moment, Steve allowed himself to be this close to Eddie, nearly wrapped up in him and fully engulfed in the spicy scent of his cologne before Eddie pulled back and Steve turned to flip the light back on.

“Exactly what you are trying to do now, you’re flirting with me to try and get one over on me.”

“Is that what I’m doing?” Eddie flips the lightswitch again, staying in Steve’s space this time, lips pulled into that same smirk and eyes hooded.

“Yes, and it_” Steve turned the light back on and pressed himself into Eddie’s space, this time doing his best to whisper-threaten him “And it’s not going to work on m_”

Suddenly the door was flung open, Steve snapped his head over to look at who opened it and pushed Eddie back away from him at the same time.

Dustin stood there, slack-jawed, then quickly pulled himself together “My apologies your highness, Lord Muñoz.” and closed the door on the two of them again.

Steve wanted to say something as he did, but the door closed on them before he could utter out a single syllable.

After a moment, Eddie reached his arm in front of Steve to flip the light off once again “So, where were we?” he purred in Steve’s ear.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Steve turned his head to Edmund and spoke quietly “You are trying to ruin me and I won’t let you.” then let himself out, slamming the door behind him and on the other’s face.

He heard the door creak open soon after, “You’re the one who told me to get in there in the first place!” Edmund called after Steve, having already started off to find Dustin.

Steve clenched his fists tighter and continued on his way.

Chap. 5 here!

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Sebastian de Poitiers

Stéphane Narcisse

Shadowhunters 

Alec Lightwood

Clary Fairchild

Cristina Rosales

Diana Wrayburn

Diego Rosales

Emma Carstairs

Helen Blackthorn

Jace

Jaime Rosales

Jem Carstairs

Kieran

Kit

Isabelle Lightwood

Julian Blackthorn

Gabriel & Gideon Lightwood

Magnus Bane

Maia Roberts

Mark Blackthorn

Meliorn

Simon Lewis

Raphael Santiago

Tessa Gray

Ty Blackthorn

Will Herondale

SKAM

Chris P

Elias Bakkoush

Eliott (SKAM France)

Eskild Tryggvasson

Eva Mohn

Even Bech Næsheim

Isak Valtersen

Lucas (SKAM France)

Noora Amalie Sætre

Robbe (SKAM Belgium)

Sana Bakkoush

Sander (SKAM Belgium)

William Magnusson

Yousef Acar

Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker

Armitage Hux

Ben Solo / Kylo Ren

Din Djarin / Mandalorian

Cassian Andor

Finn

Han Solo

Jyn Erso

Leia Organa

Luke Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Poe Dameron

Rey

Teen Wolf

Allison Argent

Derek Hale

Isaac Lahey

Jackson Whittemore

Jordan Parrish

Kira Yukimura

Liam Dunbar

Lydia Martin

Malia Tate

Peter Hale

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Theo Raeken

The 100

Bellamy Blake

Clarke Griffin

Echo

Emori

Finn Collins

Jasper

John Murphy

Lexa

Luna

Monty Green

Raven Reyes

Roan

Octavia Blake

The Hunger Games

Finnick Odair

Gale Hawthorne

Katniss Everdeen

Peeta Mellark

The Society

Allie Pressman

Becca Gelb

Grizz Visser

Gordie

Harry Bingman

Helena

Kelly Aldrich

Sam Eliot

The Umbrella Academy

Allison Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Number Five

Vanya Hargreeves

The Vampire Diaries / The Originals

Damon Salvatore

Elijah Mikaelson

Enzo

Jeremy Gilbert

Kai Parker

Katherine Pierce

Klaus Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Lexi

Marcel Gerard

Stefan Salvatore

Rebekah Mikaelson

The Witcher

Cahir

Cirilla of Cintra

Geralt of Rivia

Jaskier

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Others

John Proudstar / Thunderbird (The Gifted)

Patrick Verona (10 Things I Hate About You)

Robert Fischer (Inception)

Tyrone Johnson (Cloak & Dagger)

Other fandoms I might write for depending on the request/my inspiration:

10 Things I Hate About You

1917

Black Lightning

Cloak & Dagger

Divergent

Dunkirk

Little Women

Now You See Me

Pride and Prejudice

Runaways

The 5th Wave

The Gifted

The Maze Runner

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A Recipe for Disaster (Chap. 11/FINAL!)

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6 | Pt. 7 | Pt. 8 | Pt. 9 | Pt. 10 | AO3

hooo boy, here's the end!! sorry about the wait, i really said 'here have two chapters back to back' last time then took forever to get this one out.

there were really only a few snapshots i wanted to capture post-movie but for some reason had a hard time putting it all together, but here it is!!! i hope you all love, and thank you for reading!!

Hopper, Dustin, and Wayne had pulled Steve into Wayne’s office a couple days after the wedding; They all explained to each other their sides of the mystery of one Edmund Muñoz.

Steve explained the whole foot-stomping thing: “At the ball, he told me his name was ‘Eddie. Just Eddie.’ and I accidentally stepped on his foot. He told me I could step on his foot anytime, so that’s what I did when he arrived at the palace.” to the delight of the other three.

Wayne talks a little about how Eddie’d been raised. “I tried my damndest to get him out from under the thumb of that father of his, but even after he grew up, it was like his father could do no wrong.”

“I wish I knew he was your nephew sooner…he could’ve been like a big brother….”

“I wanted to introduce you both as soon as I married your mom, son, but my brother wasn’t having it.” Wayne shakes his head in exasperation.

“That man is the absolute worst.” Hopper gripes, face dark. “Steve, the incident at the review of the guard was the Viscount. The stable boy they had walking beside Sandy was paid off by him in order to scare her with a fake snake. I called that bastard out on it directly after.”

“Eddie came t’talk to me about it the next day, too. He told me he was through dealing with his father then, and apologized for not getting his head outta his ass sooner.”

“And it was the Viscount who called the media and told them they’d be at the lake?” Dustin asks, mostly just to confirm.

“Yep.” Hopper nods solemnly. “Speaking of which…really Steve? You’re smarter than that.”

Steve’s face is on fire. “He’s charming and drop-dead gorgeous. Sue me.”

---

In the months between his almost wedding and his upcoming coronation, Steve doesn’t see hide nor hair of Eddie. 

Chrissy told him, the next time he saw her, that he’d been laying low while The Court of Public Opinion™ ran its course and he was out of the forefront of their minds.

“I’m only supposed to tell you that he’s laying low.” She had said. “But I am also going to tell you that he does not. Stop. Talking. About. You. It’s frankly ridiculous.”

His face turned red at that, and Chrissy moved to follow Robin (now officially her girlfriend, good job Robin) when Steve stopped her “Tell him I’m thinking about him, too?”

She nods, but says “That’s disgusting.” in a completely flat voice, this time actually walking away.

“Not in that way!” he called after her. Well. Not always like that.

In the end, The Court had decided they liked him; his intrusion of the wedding being seen as swoon-worthy to the masses, but some still hesitant about him trying to usurp the throne from the long standing Renaldi family.

Now, two months to the day from Joyce and Hopper’s wedding, it’s Steve’s coronation day. 

He will be King of a whole-ass country later today.

He’s sitting on the edge of the throne, feet flat on the floor, elbows on his knees, and his chin resting on his folded hands. He looks over to his side where Concrete had made himself comfy on a frankly ridiculous sized bed for one (admittedly large) cat. “What do you think, Lord Concrete, d’ya think I’ll make a good King?” Steve asks aloud, mostly just glad that his cat was in his presence for once.

“Indeed you will.”

Steve snaps his head to his right and sits up straight as the source of the voice rounds the column next to him.

“Eddie.” Steve breathes. His arms and legs threaten to hurl him forward to the other man, but he manages to stay seated. 

“If I might be so bold, I would like an audience with His Royal Highness?”

Steve fights back a grin, plays along, gesturing to the space in front of him. 

“And what is your dilemma young man?” Dustin would be proud of his own perfectly crafted haughty voice.

Eddie smiles, his eyes twinkling. “You are, in fact.” Eddie sinks to one knee, bracing his arms on his upright one. “I am in love with the King to be, and I am inquiring as to if he loves me too.”

Steve's brain shoots into the stratosphere. Love. Love? He loves him? Eddie loves him?

He manages to come back down in about a second and a half, “Do you have a chicken for my table?” Steve muses.

Eddie looks surprised at that, but smiles quickly. “Uh, no. My kitchen was fresh out of chickens.”

“Oh, well..” Steve sits back on the throne, pretending to weigh his options.

It takes about another second and a half and he’s hurtling forward, Eddie rising to his feet to meet him. Both of them lose their breath when their chests collide.

“You love me.” Steve whispers, still disbelieving, into Eddie’s neck.

“I love you, Steve.” Eddie whispers back.

Steve pulls back just far enough to see the other man’s face, “Kiss me.”

Eddie beams. That same smile from their night at the lake. “You got it, sweetheart.”

He does. The same sparks and fireworks that were present in their first ‘barely a kiss’ crackle and shine brighter now. Eddie’s mouth is soft against his, and they both sigh when their tongues meet.

Eddie’s arms tighten around his waist and suddenly he’s being lifted, their lips separating in laughter as Eddie spins them both in a circle before he’s set on his feet again.

“I love you too, Eddie.”

---

Eddie’s heart is beating a mile a minute. 

No, faster than a mile a minute.

He can’t believe he’s here. After all the bullshit he’s done in his life, he, Edmund Muñoz, is attending the coronation of the Crown Prince of Genovia.

Okay, being here, he can believe; he’s a respected member of this society, and probably would’ve been invited anyway, but he’s here and counted amongst the most valued friends and family of said Prince. His boyfriend.

He takes in the people around the room: Jim Hopper, former head of palace security is standing at the bottom of one of the ballroom’s staircases, not for work, but because his wife, the current Queen, will be entering on that side and he will be there to greet her.

The Crown Prince’s right hand lesbian man is standing at the bottom of the other staircase on Eddie’s left, his childhood best friend on her other side because they’re dating now (and are Genovia’s hottest couple “Suck on that, Eduardo!”).

The Prince’s ex-fiance would be at the side of her new beau if he wasn’t the head of the palace’s photography/PR division and running round shooting everything, and if she didn’t also already have her hands full writing down every single thing in front of her, now that she was the one leading the Palace’s press releases.

There was a gaggle of seven seemingly mis-matched teenagers standing front and center of the rest of the stuffy other dignitaries that were invited, as Prince Stephan’s personal guests.

Michael, crown prince of his own country and almost brother-in-law to the King-to-be, is hand in hand with his boyfriend Will, one half of the formerly mentioned Jim Hopper’s Wonder Twins. His sister Ellie has one hand locked with the Prime Minister’s son, Dustin, and the other is hooked onto the elbow of her best friend and up-and-coming chef extraordinaire, Maxine (“Mark my words Maxine, you are going to be bigger than Fieri.” “Call me Maxine again and your next batch of brownies will be laced with asbestos…but thank you, Eddie.”). Max, who in turn has her other pinkie hooked onto young Lord Lucas Sinclair’s. Then finally, Lucas’ sister Erica is pretending not to care about the event happening around her (but even Eddie can tell she’s excited).

The Party. Their Family. This weird gaggle of royals and non-royals all brought together by Steve in some way or another.

Eddie’s pulled out of his thoughts about his new family with the loud battering of a drumline drumroll starting up. The band members positioned on either staircase start playing, and there they are.

Queen Joyce looks regal, as always, this time with the addition of the Genovian crown jewels on her head. She’s in a beautiful maroon colored dress and cape that she swishes out of the way when she turns to step down the stairs.

But Steve, his Steve. He’s gorgeous in an ivory pear tree suit and maroon, fur lined, cape. Despite how nervous he must be, he doesn’t look it. He looks confident, radiant as he strides down the steps.

“He looks extraordinary.” Eddie says to no one. 

“They both do.” comes a blubbering voice from slightly behind him; turning to look, it’s Murray, sobbing. Eddie smirks and shakes his head, turning his attention back to the prince.

He reaches the bottom of the steps, and Eddie’s fingers twitch, itching to reach out for him, to grab his hand. Instead, he smiles crookedly at his boyfriend in the fleeting glance he gets before he has to step by as rehearsed.

Steve steps up to the throne and gathers the cape from behind him to turn and sit in front of his people.

Once he’s seated properly, the archbishop starts in on his scripted spiel, and while speaking, moves to Joyce, standing at Steve’s side, and gingerly lifts the Genovian crown jewels from her majesty’s head, and places it atop Steve’s.

Another person in ceremonial garb brings in the orb and scepter then, laid carefully on a large ceremonial pillow. They kneel on the step in front of Steve, who reaches forward and lifts both easily.

The speech ends with two very important questions. “Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern the people of Genovia, according to the statutes in Parliament agreed on, and the respective laws and customs of the same? Will you, in your power, cause law and justice and mercy to be executed in all judgements?”

“I solemnly promise so to do” Steve’s voice does not waver.

The archbishop moves aside, and Steve turns his head first to Joyce, then to him. Eddie tries beaming a message into the other man’s brain when Steve’s brilliant hazel eyes lock with his chocolate brown. “I love you, you look amazing, you are perfect, you’ve got this, I love you so damn much.”

Eddie can feel what Steve tells him in return. “I love you too, Eddie. I can’t wait to kiss you stupid.” and seals it with a wink

Okay, maybe that’s just what Eddie wants to hear.

Steve stands and the band starts up once more, playing the Genovian national anthem. And even though he knew it was coming, Eddie had to fight back a laugh at it being Wayne who’s leading the gathered guests in singing.

They all sing, and in the last lines, Eddie watches Steve take a few steadying breaths.

The last note of the anthem ends, and immediately the majordomo bangs his staff twice. “Presenting his Royal Majesty, Stephan Artur Renaldi the Third, King of Genovia.”

-

That evening, after dark, Steve and the rest of his family retreat to the palace grounds to make the coronation official.

“You’ve got this, sunshine.” Eddie encourages, giving his side a squeeze with the arm he has hooked around Steve’s waist before he moves to stand beside Wayne and Dustin.

Steve accepts the bow from his trainer, this time tipped with a flammable end.

“The ceremonial shooting of the flaming arrow through the coronation ring.” the majordomo bellows once Steve’s arrow is lit.

He takes a deep breath, focusing on the tower and ring in front of him, and Eddie’s words filter through his mind as he takes aim.

“Use your mouth as an anchor.”

Steve touches his fingertips to the corner of his mouth.

“Lower this elbow..”

He feels the ghost of Eddie’s fingers dragging down his arm as he does.

“..and relax this hand.”

At least now he can hold Eddie’s hand whenever he wants to. ‘Yep, still corny.’ he thinks to himself.

“Then…release.”

The arrow flies, and the ring erupts in flame.

Steve smiles in surprise and turns toward Eddie, only the find the other man already heading to him, scooping him into his arms.

“You did it! I’m so proud of you, Stevie.”

Steve relaxes into Eddie’s arms and breathes a sigh of relief, taking in the sounds of his family cheering around him.

—-

One year after his coronation, under what they are now calling their tree on the palace grounds, site of multiple picnics, long nights, and slow dances.

It’s during one of those slow dances that Eddie pauses, says he needs to say something.

As soon as he starts talking, Steve knows what’s coming, and his eyes burn with unshed tears immediately.

“One year ago, I brought you here; one year ago I knew I wanted to be with you until the end of my days. I may have fallen for you when we first danced together at the ball, I may have loved you every day since, but it was that night that I knew my life would never be even a fraction of what it could, without you in it.” Eddie sinks to one knee, much like he did the day of Steve’s coronation, this time, he had a small box in his hand “I am so in love with you, Stevie, will you marry me?”

Eddie opens the box and Steve's laugh comes out a sob. It’s his grandmother's ring, the one he’d proposed to Nancy with.

“Joyce was in on this, wasn’t she?” Steve is surprised his voice is as clear as it is, his throat tight with emotion.

Eddie grins up at him, mischievous as always.

Steve sinks down to Eddie’s level, the other man’s unoccupied hand coming up to help brace him on instinct. Kneeling in front of his fiancé, Steve says “Of course I'll marry you.”

Eddie’s face flashes briefly to relief, a blink-and-you’d-miss-it reaction, then he’s snapping the box closed and diving forward to capture Steve's lips with his.

“Mph!” Steve is struggling to kiss him, fighting back elated smile after smile, when Eddie lowers the two of them down to the ground below

While Steve is definitely not opposed to the feeling of Eddie atop him, he’s got other plans.

Steve flips the two of them over easily, straddling and pressing his hips into Eddie's in 0.5 seconds flat.

He lays himself down along Eddie’s torso and latches onto his neck. Between sucking kisses into Eddie’s throat that will ensure he’ll be wearing his hair down until they fade completely, and Eddie’s flustered gasps at his ministrations, Steve says “Nuh uh, I want my ring first, Muñoz.” before setting in on attacking his lips.

Eddie smiles beneath him and shifts, reaching down to his pocket again. He produces the box, managing to get his hands between them enough to open it to Steve.

Steve smiles, and sits up onto his heels, plucking the ring from the box and sliding it onto his finger. Eddie follows him up and locks his arms around him. 

Steve drapes one arm over Eddie’s shoulder automatically, attention still on his left hand. He’s struck by the realization that his grandmother’s ring on his third finger now sits comfortably beside the only other he’d been wearing, his grandfather's signet ring on his middle.

“It really is beautiful.”

Eddie’s is pressing his own kisses to Steve’s face and collarbone. “Only on you, sweetheart.” he purrs.

“You think it’d look better if it was the only thing I was wearing?” he asks nonchalantly, still looking at the diamond on his finger, and reveling in how quickly Eddie freezes beneath him.

In the next second, Steve’s laughing at how quickly Eddie’s got them both up and is nearly sprinting them back to their horses.

Their wedding a year later, of course, was a huge to-do and Steve goes all in with planning. Starting later that same night (early morning?) that Eddie proposed.

---

For a good month after his appearance in the independence day parade, Martín had all manner of inquiries about his adoption. Inquiries that the team that worked there took with extra caution. Luckily they did, because about 80% of those just wanted to be the ones to adopt Prince Steve’s favorite, and the other 20% (sadly) just were not good fits for him.

After that, the inquiries stopped. Until Steve decides to foster him, applying to adopt him fully on his own not even a month later.

The adoption is made official the day after Steve and Eddie get married, making him every bit their son, and therefore every bit the new heir apparent to the throne of Genovia. The now-six-year-old Martin absolutely adores ALL his Aunts and Uncles, but if you ask him, his Aunt Max is his most favorite (a fact that both makes Max want to cry, and also scream in joy from the palace roof).

---

There had been quite a few public visitations since Steve had become King (at the first of which, he’d grinned as he announced: “There better not be any chickens in those baskets.”), now that they are married, Eddie would be joining him at the next one.

It was at this first visitation together, between one citizen taking their leave and the next taking their place, that Steve leaned over to Eddie at his side.

“We’re two for three, my love.”

His husband makes a noise like the breath had been punched from his lungs at that, his face morphing into a glowing smile, turning to Steve. “We are, aren’t we?”

Steve reaches for Eddie, who takes his hand immediately, turning it over and pressing a kiss to the back. “It’s better than I imagined.”

---

After 20 years of marriage, and 22 years on the throne, the official portrait of King Stephan Artur Renaldi III and his Prince Consort Edmund Théo Renaldi (“No way are you calling me King anything, Stevie, I stand by what I said at Jopper’s wedding.”) is commissioned. 

Crown Prince of Genovia, Martín Tomás Renaldi (who has grown to be quite the looker, unsurprisingly taking every bit after his father) is included for one copy of the painting, for Steve to keep in his personal study, but the official painting that’ll be hung beside Joyce and Bob is only he and Eddie. Eddie is standing behind Steve, a ringed hand on his shoulder, and Steve’s arm is curled up at the elbow to thread their fingers together.

They are both a bit older, only a few streaks of gray to their hair, but soon, the portrait is finished.

They’re in attendance when it’s hung in the throne room, much to the confusion of the palace staff tasked with hanging it.

“That’s it.” Steve says when the staff takes their leave.

“Hm? What’s ‘it’, sunshine?”

Steve grins “That’s all three.”

Okay, last couple notes:

I had Steve change the name he'd be known as when he became King, not for his ass of a father, but the grandfather he never knew

With the naming conventions of the British Monarchy as a guide though, I think he'd officially be King Stephan II since his father never became King, our Steve is only the second Stephan to take the Thone, but the Third of that name in actuality (does that make sense?? lmao).

Of course Eddie would drop Muñoz ASAP, and THANK YOU @henderdads with helping me decide on his middle name!!!!

Martín Renaldi?? Crown Prince of Genovia???? skldfaslkdfjsalk

And finally, again tagging @henderdads because this whole re-write/AU wouldn't exist without her encouragement on my original post (where it was originally Mia!Eddie and Nicholas!Steve), and would be seriously lacking in other places without her input!!! Cass, ILYSM!!!

Last round of tags!! @sadcanadianwinter @hopefulslothcollecter @steveshairychest @sidebarre @resident-gay-bitch @kaspurrcat @melkene @livewondrousss @steddieasitgoes @mightbeasleep @princessstevemunson @totallybitchin @potentialheartofdarkness @spectrum-spectre @munsonfamilyband @knitsforthetrail