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⚔️ 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 ⚔️
Part III: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒂𝒅
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#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#ao3fic#steddie smut#steddie fluff#steddie angst#fantasy steddie#fantasy au#royal eddie#farmer steve#I’m actually so pleased with this chapter
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The final piece for @penny00dreadful’s amazing @steddiebang2024 fic, which is now complete!!! Read the full thing on a03 or here on tumblr
Sam has been incredible to work with and if you love some good enemies to lovers homoerotic sword fighting you’ll absolutely love her fic <3
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— I just stumbled.
Au: @krasytoonz
#welcome home#welcome home royal au#welcome home puppet show#frank frankly#au#eddie dear#frank x eddie#welcome home au#eddie x frank
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Eddie Diaz cheated on his fuck ass gf with a doppelgänger of his dead ex wife but also we got a rwrb sequel announcement so I guess imma count May 9th as a win for gay people
#911 abc#911 spoilers#eddie diaz#911 season 7#buddie#ryan guzman#rwrb#red white and royal blue#henry fox mountchristen windsor#alex claremont diaz#nicholas galitzine#taylor zakhar perez#Eddie could realize Shannon 2.0 isn’t gonna fill the hole he needs like Buck realized a gf wouldn’t do and maybe then he’ll realize hes gay
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Look. I know I am overthinking everything ever. I know. But there’s such a big fucking difference between howdys business and how it intertwines with his character and Eddie’s, because like LOOK BRO
The SMALL ASS TEXT THAT HAS EDDIES NAME???? COMPARED TO THE LARGE EMPHASIS THAT HOWDY HAS FOR HIS BUSINESS AND HIMSLEF???
Like Eddie’s name is so small and insignificant to the post office compared to howdys sign, like Eddie can barely find a place for himself and who he actually is outside of his function as a mailman- where as howdys name is the first thing for his sign! It’s huge! Like it’s a part of who he is, it’s a part of his love for jokes and laughter- compared to Eddie where it seems more of an all consuming way for him to lose himself in what he can function as, and not who he actually is. Which, ya know, kinda explains the whole breakdown before the party for home warming, because taking away his function leaves him with the little part of himself that he always seems too busy to express.
Chat this is devastating I need to be put down
#guys I have a 2 finals tmmr and I’m brain rotting like this I am royally fucked#but Eddie dear pookie bear comes first 😍😍😍#i miss my wife tails#(my wife is Eddie dear even though he is fully married)#welcome home#eddie dear#welcome home puppet show#welcome home theory#welcome home arg
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Tommy’s arms are warm as they wrap around Buck. + bucktommy
Tommy’s arms were warm as they wrapped around Buck. Warm and big.
Buck was still getting used to that. Big arms that could wrap around his waist and still have room to tighten. Big chest for him to curl up against and pillow his head. Big hands.
God, Tommy’s hands were huge.
A stubbled cheek scratched against his own before a soft kiss pressed into the column of his throat. Buck melted against the warmth, folding into Tommy as the bed dipped with their weight. Buck let out a noise from the back of his throat as he slid into Tommy's lap.
“You’re okay,” Tommy reminded him. Reminded him because Buck had asked him to. Something he should’ve done before the first time he slept over. But Buck had been foolishly hoping that they had gone away.
He hadn’t had a nightmare in the first two months of dating Tommy. They had started staying over after the first month. Tommy still took things slow— painfully slow if anyone asked a hot and bothered Buck when all he wanted was to feel Tommy toss him around a bit and then kiss him until he couldn’t see straight— but sharing space between each other had felt as natural as breathing. A hooked ankle under the table. A hand held in the car. A lean into each other’s weight while Buck inhaled the masculine scent that still sent a shockwave through Buck’s system. It’d been easy to feel safe and unguarded around one another to fall asleep in bed together.
Two months in and Buck had thought— stupidly— that they were gone. That every night would involve him curled up on Tommy’s chest or Tommy pressed to his back or Tommy’s head pillowed on his bicep while he clung to Buck’s waist. That every night would be perfect. Untainted.
Then the first nightmare came. It’d been an ugly, gnarly twisted monster of a thing. One that made Buck’s skin slick with a cold sweat and the oxygen trapped in his lungs. Seeing Tommy’s freaked out expression while he held Buck’s hand through a panic attack that sent him flying to the bathroom to puke had been almost worse than the nightmare itself.
Guilt and embarrassment had eaten away at his already frayed nerves. Tommy had sat down beside him on the too cold tile and rubbed his back while Buck retched. Then Tommy did the only thing he could do in that situation.
“What can I do?” He had asked.
“You’re okay, baby. Just breathe,” Tommy whispered into Buck’s skin, a firm but gentle hand rubbing across his sternum.
“Remind me I’m okay. That it’s— it’s not real.” Buck had said with his cheeks burning with humiliation and his eyes pointed down at his lap. Tommy had curled two fingers under his chin and tipped his eyes back up.
“Eddie’s fine. He’s at home. He’s okay,” Tommy said over and over again.
Buck must have been talking in his sleep. It was the only explanation for how Tommy knew that Buck’s nightmare had tasted like copper. That the ground had shook beneath his feet, making it impossible to get to his friend as he bled out on the pavement. How he’d reached and reached, screaming his name as something dragged him further and further away. His throat was raw from screaming when Eddie’s head and lulled in his direction but there hadn’t been a face. Just a sheen filter over a lifeless expression that would’ve broken Buck.
Tommy pressed his big palm flat over Buck’s racing heart and pulled Buck further into his lap, scooping up Buck’s legs so he could hold him fully.
“He’s okay. You’re okay. It was just a bad dream.” Tommy murmured into his hair as Buck curled his fists into Tommy’s sleep shirt.
“Sorry…” Buck croaked because even through the haze of the lingering panic still choking him, he could see how late... or rather early it was and Tommy had a shift.
“You don’t need to be sorry,” Tommy said, tightening his hold around Buck until the pressure started to ease away the tight ball of tension in Buck’s chest. “Just breathe for me.”
Buck breathed and it was stilted and ragged but it was real. Real and warm like Tommy curled around him.
It helped. It helped more than Buck could possibly say.
#evan buckley#tommy kinard#eddie diaz#bucktommy#my fic writing#911 fic#prompt game#anon#royal decree#the ally and the beast
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It’s always a blond dumbass and a diaz with intimacy issues at the scene of a crime smh 🤦🏻♂️🤦🏻♂️🤦🏻♂️
#the firstprince to buddie pipeline is real#these dumbasses are so annoying#i hate them so much#they are the loves of my life#obsessed with them#buddie#firstprince#evan buckley#eddie diaz#henry fox mountchristen windsor#alex claremont diaz#red white and royal blue#911 on fox#911 show#911 fox#buckley diaz family#911 spoilers#911 on abc#911#911 abc#buddie canon on abc
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Something that I think has been overlooked in all the hubub surrounding Eddie is the way Howdy treats his brother Latter during Holiday Hullabaloo. Quite frankly, he treats his brother quite similarly to how he treats Eddie- with dismissal at best and outright derision at worst. But while Eddie just gets shooed away when he tries to interact with Howdy, Latter is ignored, insulted, and outright pushed out of sibling time altogether. While some of this could be considered just standard sibling teasing, we get an immediate contrast with Howdy's clear adoration of his sister and vocal preference of his brother-in-law, which Latter immediately notices. Why is he treating his own brother that way when Latter clearly loves him and wants to spend time with him? Sure, his poetry is a little over-the-top but Howdy's treatment seems to go past simple annoyance as he makes it very clear that the only reason he's even tolerating him is because it's a holiday. So what's up there?
When looking at Latter in comparison to the rest of the family, he's clearly different from all the other men there. He wears his hair in a long ponytail rather than the short and spiffy style his male relatives wear, is far more emotional and openly affectionate than them, pursues artistry instead of business, and just generally carries himself in a distinctly non-masculine way similarly to Eddie. While Eddie isn't quite as feminine as Latter, he's also very affectionate, artistic, sensitive, and just generally doesn't fit the mold of what people say a man is "supposed to be." Both of them carry traits that are often looked down upon in men, especially back in the 60s-70s, and so they're treated as pariahs. Pushed aside, even when amongst family, and treated as an annoyance. Unwanted. Unneeded.
Anyways, that's my essay on why Latter and Eddie should be friends!
#welcome home#eddie dear#howdy pillar#latter pillar#if nothing else it would royally piss off howdy#and probably make frank mad jealous#he's literally never had competition for eddie's attention before#and then howdy's HARLOT of a brother comes along and steals it away!#analysis
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I wanted to draw Eddie the knight and I remembered this wonderful AU from @krasytoonz !!
(Символично что пост 23 февраля хеххе))
#welcome home#welcome home au#wh royalty au#welcome home fandom#eddie dear#pixel art#frank x eddie#eddie x frank#eddie dear au#frankly dear#frank frankly au#frank frankly#royal au#welcome home fanart#art#fanart#my post#my artwork#my fanart#not my au#i love them#silly gays#eddie dear fanart#frank frankly fanart#welcome home puppet show#cinnabon0
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🧠🪱Wriggly Wednesday🪱🧠
Thanks for the tag @augustjustice! I was actually just thinking about how I had something for one of these.
So I’ve been reading a lot of historical fic lately, and it really got me wanting to do a royalty au. I don’t have a lot of solid details for it yet, and I don’t know if I’ll ever actually write it as I have a lot on my plate currently, but my basic idea is this:
The kingdom of Hawkins is ruled by a tyrannical king; lazy, prejudiced, and greedy. His queen is beloved by the people for the charity work she does, yet the king never hides the fact that he’s disloyal to her. He doesn’t have to, he’s the king. He doesn’t care if the woman he’s interested in is married or not herself, if he sees her and wants her then he’ll take her and the husband just has to deal with it. It’s almost an honor at this point. (Think very JFK.)
The queen hates it, however, and is just as vicious as her husband, only behind closed doors. She married for the crown, not for love, and her kindness is only a front she puts on for the public. Behind closed doors she is cold and vain and uncaring of the plight of others.
And then they have a son. The prince. He is just as rotten as his father. Lazy, greedy, thinks himself above all others. When he grows bored, he demands a plaything. That’s when the soldiers will sweep the streets and bring him beggars and street urchins and, sometimes, the prince will also demand for a petty criminal to become his plaything instead of being shipped off to slavers or executed. The playthings never seem to last for long, and they’re never seen from again.
One day, Eddie is brought forward as a criminal. It wasn’t actually him, or course, but his father. His father however skipped town and left Eddie to fall in his place. It’s known that Alan Munson was the worst sort of miscreant. A petty thief with a silver tongue that somehow managed to avoid being caught. Until one day he strove for too much and the kingdom was out for his head.
With Al having fled, however, sights turned to his son, Edward. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it? Of course not. At least, that’s what everyone says. So Eddie is brought to trial in his father’s stead. Eddie is certain he will be sent off as a slave or worse. Except.
Prince Steven whines that he’s bored, and he doesn’t want to sit through a whole trial. Can’t he just have the criminal as a plaything since his last one broke?
The king grants his son’s request.
Eddie has heard rumors of what sorts of things the prince gets up to with his playthings. According to some, it was a fate worse than death. At least a judgement of death was swift.
Except.
Well, Steve learned how to wear a public mask from the best of the best: his mother. His mask is more extensive, however, because he wears it inside the castle as well. Even his parents believe him to be nothing more than a spoiled, pampered brat. But in truth, it is quite the opposite. And the playthings?
Steve purposely seeks out the destitute, the needy, the ones who one more night out on the street could mean their death, and brings them in. Criminals too, if he knows they’re innocent, or only stole from necessity to survive, or if he believes the punishment far too harsh for their crimes. He takes them in too, as many as he can without his father growing suspicious.
He takes them in, acts for the public like a monster, and only when it’s just him and the “plaything” does he drop the act and let them know the truth. He’s going to get them out. He’s greedy and materialistic to the public because he gives the items away in secret, helping his playthings start a new life elsewhere. He helps them sneak out of the castle and out of the kingdom, if only they promise to leave their old life behind. It is the only way to keep them and those after them safe.
Eddie, of course, believes the worst of the prince, even when Steve’s mask drops alone in his room. He learned long ago not to trust royals. There’s a little bit of enemies-to-friends-to-lovers here then, as Eddie doesn’t trust Steve at first, and also refuses to leave the kingdom without his uncle.
So Eddie and Steve bicker about it, and Steve says fine but Eddie has to play the part of his plaything for the public and his parents, which involves a lot of being caught in compromising positions sometimes to sell it.
Except Eddie starts to grow real feelings when he realizes that Prince Steven really is a good man. Eddie soon has another reason why he doesn’t want to leave the kingdom, even if he believes a prince could never return his feelings.
Plot Possibilities:
- Steve’s last “plaything” was Jonathan. A rare volunteer to be the prince’s plaything in exchange for goods for his poor family. He initially does not trust Steve for a while, but eventually they build a kind of wary friendship.
- Steve was in talks for a betrothal with a noble lady, Nancy. She thought him a cretin as she only knew the mask he wore, while her lady-in-waiting, Barb, would mutter insults about him to her making Nancy have to cover her laughter. Steve heard them and thought they were hilarious, but pretended to be clueless.
- Jonathan sees Nancy and falls in love immediately, making Steve have to figure out a way to get the two of them together without blowing his cover. He eventually succeeds and Steve makes everyone believe Jonathan “broke” and was discarded when on reality he helped smuggle him out with Nancy’s entourage when the betrothal talks fell through and she returned to her land.
- Steve still anonymously takes care of Jonathan’s family like he promised he would, the only way Jonathan would leave with Nancy.
- Robin was originally given to Steve as a tribute, the daughter of an enemy soldier, and Steve keeps her as a plaything for a while (she attacks him the first night before he can explain the truth) and when she “breaks” he shortly thereafter obtains a new servant who looks remarkably like her, named “Rob”.
- During one of the times Steve is manhandling Eddie in public to keep up the act, Eddie gets a very ill-timed boner at the fake threat Steve growls at him, finding out the hard (pun not intended) way that maybe he might like some of the things evil Prince Steven is supposed to be doing to him.
- Eddie seduces Steve realizing the man would never force himself on Eddie. They try out some of things Prince Steven threatened him with and eventually Steve can make his mask’s threats seem far more genuine when Eddie follows him with bruises and a stiff gait afterwards. (Eddie loves every second of it.)
- A minor nobility cannot pay taxes so the king takes his young daughter for his son as payment and to humiliate the noble as a lesson for others. Her name is Chrissy.
- Robin is instantly smitten with Chrissy. The feeling is swiftly mutual once Chrissy realizes “Rob” is a woman.
- something something something
- Steve’s parents die/are murdered/are executed/idk
- Steve is made king and people are wary at first expecting him to be like his father. He can finally drop his mask and it’s revealed that all the good things people thought was his mom was actually him doing it.
- One of the first orders of business he does is grant Rob a title of nobility for loyal service and saving his life (stripping another noble of their title for their disloyalty/treason?).
- Steve tells Rob “he” can have any one wish of his granted. Rob asks for Steve’s concubine Chrissy as his wife (as per previously plotted by the three of them) and Steve grants it.
- Steve frees Eddie from his bondage, expecting Eddie to leave and never look back. He tries not to show how much that hurts.
- Eddie stays. Obviously.
- They go to bed with a bit of role reversal. Steve loves every second of it.
- Steve remains a bachelor king with a questionably close friendship with one of his advisors that the people of the kingdom knowingly smirk about but support because he’s an amazing king who always takes care of his people.
- Steve appoints his heir as this loudmouth whippersnapper with an attitude he takes under his wing for whatever reason. He questions his sanity every day after.
- Years later, King Dustin and Queen Suzie rule the land following in his predecessor’s footsteps; with care, humility, and equal justice for all.
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(No pressure) Hostage Hotties: @derythcorvinus @katyawriteswhump @honeii-puff @scoops-aboy86 @dotdot-wierdlife @everywherenothere
Other no pressure tags: @steddiecameraroll @mundaneone @endlessmusings1801 @stervrucht @hotluncheddie @eddiethebrave
#wiggly wednesday#royal au#steddie#prince steve harrington#eddie munson#steve harrington#fake stonathan#side jancy#side buckingham#plot thots#stranger things
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Piece two for ‘Royal Pain’ @penny00dreadful’s incredible @steddiebang2024 fic - read the new chapter an a03
The enemies to lovers is really heating up over here, get it while it’s still hot!
#steddiebang24#platonic hellcheer#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#chrissy cunningham#robin buckley#platonic stobin#Royal pain#STArt
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I wonder where Frank could be!
#welcome home royal au#welcome home#welcome home puppet show#welcome home fanart#fanart#welcome home project#welcome h#welcomeh#wally darling#Frank x eddie#Eddie x frank#wh Wally#welcome home au#Frank frankly#Eddie dear#poppy Partridge#frankly dear#wh eddie#wh Frank#wh poppy#eddie is a knight#poppy is a maid in the castle#Wally is king#Frank is an advisor#welcome home art#krasytoonz#welcome home arg#my colored art
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Eddie Munson's royal fuck-up
Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 11
Prompt: Royalty AU
Rated: G
CW: none
Tags: Rockstar Eddie Munson; Royal Steve Harrington; Meet cute; Flirting; Secret Identity; Sort of angsty/open ending
"So, tommorow…" Chrissy says from behind the folder they've been provided. It looks so posh with its dark green binding, the royal sigil embossed on it in gold print. Eddie hates it. It probably thinks it's so much better than the other folders. "When you're introduced to Prince Steven, you're to address him as Your Royal Highness. After that, you call him Sir."
"What, really? Dude, at least buy me dinner before we start with the kinky shit."
Chrissy shoves his feet off the desk, which almost makes him topple off his chair.
"Can you take this seriously? A royal visit is an important matter. We can certainly use the publicity-"
Eddie's hand crashes down on the desk. "I'm a fucking rockstar, Chris. That ain't enough publicity? This place is my baby, mine. What does that royal asshole know about what it's like to have a rough childhood? He thinks he can come here, give a little speech, smile for the cameras, and suddenly it's all about him?"
"What, now you care?"
He whirls on her, but the look she gives him makes him freeze. Chrissy sighs.
"Eds, you are so busy with the new album and the tour, you haven't even met the new volunteers. I said I'd manage the place, and that's fine. But you must trust me. Just do it for me. Please?"
*
The skate park has new graffiti, and he hasn't even seen it yet. Eddie exhales his cigarette smoke and watches how it curls up to the sign spelling Hellfire Youth Center.
Maybe Chrissy is right. Maybe he should be here more. Maybe he's been so caught up in the whole fame and fortune thing, he's losing sight of what's important, like-
"Watch out!"
Like guys on skateboards barrelling towards him.
Eddie throws up his hands. The guy tries to swerve, completely tips his precarious balance, and goes flying off the board and right into him. They land on the asphalt with an undignified oomph.
"Shit, sorry," babbles the guy and tries to disentangle his limbs from Eddie’s. "Couldn't brake-"
"S alright," Eddie hears himself say, even though his ass hurts like a bitch from the impact and he can already feel the bruises forming. "You can fall into my arms any time."
Skateboard guy blinks up at him and - fuuuck, he's cute! In a scrungly, beanie-stuffed-over-chestnut-locks, black-rimmed-nerd-glasses kind of way.
For a second, nobody says anything.
"For fuck’s sake," someone swears, and then little Max Mayfield is running towards them, ginger braids jumping with the movement. "I told you to be careful."
"Sorry," cutie with the glasses says again. Eddie has never seen him around. He must be one of the new volunteers Chrissy mentioned. "Guess I'll need to practice some mo- ow, shit!"
His hands fly up to cradle his knee. There's a hole and a rapidly spreading bloodstain in the fabric of his jeans.
"Oh fuck," Eddie says, and whips his bandana from his back pocket to press it to the wound. "Red, why don't you hop inside and get the first aid kit? I'll stay here with …"
He trails off expectantly. Cutie's eyes go wide.
"I, erm … Dustin."
"I'll stay here with Dustin."
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Dustin, it turns out, isn't just cute, but also fun to talk to. He doesn’t gush about what a huge fan he is or ask for an autograph once. Eddie never thought he'd appreciate that one day, but it gets really old really quick.
Instead, they jump from one topic to the next, sitting on one of the benches and watching Max go on her board. Dustin has a quick, sharp wit and isn't afraid to counter Eddie’s jabs with his own, delightfully bitchy sense of humor. Damn, to think he almost missed this one. He really needs to be around more.
"I love this place, y’know? You created something great for these kids."
Eddie jerks to attention. The sun has started to dip, casting Dustin’s smile and the hair poking from his beanie in a soft golden light.
"Thanks man," Eddie murmurs, and feels the bitterness boil back up. "Some people seem to think it needs better publicity, though."
Dustin shuffles awkwardly, winces when the movement pulls on the Care Bears bandaids Max has plastered all over his knee.
"You mean the royal visit?"
Eddie huffs.
"Yeah, man. I mean, what are they expecting me to do, bow and grovel while his Royal Doucheness prances all over the place with his perfect hair and fancy suit and thank him for it? It's not like he cares about these kids, it's all just a gig to him."
Dustin draws his bottom lip between his teeth.
"You can't know that. Maybe he does care. Maybe he's-"
Eddie barks a laugh. "Oh, give me a break. All the royals are good at is looking important and spending our tax money. I can fucking do without-"
"Steve? We gotta leave, c'mon."
They both whip around. A fancy black limousine with tinted windows has pulled up in the parking lot behind them. A gruff looking man is holding the back door open and looking at them expectantly.
Dustin sighs and stands.
"Coming, Hop."
"Wait, wait, what?" Eddie babbles as he walks towards the car, shoulders in a sad little hunch. "What's going on? Who's that guy? Why's he calling you-"
And then it clicks.
"Oh fuck," Eddie says.
Dustin … no, Steve … no, Steven - Crown Prince Steven fucking Harrington - gives him a tight smile while the man ushers him into the backseat.
"Thank you for your time, Mr Munson, I'll see you tomorrow. I'll try not to be too much of a douchebag, I promise."
The door clicks shut.
The car glides away.
Eddie buries his face in his palms.
"Jesus fucking Christ. He's the fucking Prince."
Beside him, wheels grate on asphalt as Max brakes.
"Wow," she deadpans. "You're in some deep shit."
Eddie groans.
Tomorrow is gonna be a long-ass fucking day.
Part 2
All my holiday drabbles
#steddie#steve harrington x eddie munson#steve x eddie#steddie brainrot#steddie fanfic#fanfiction writer#fanfiction#fanfic#my writing#steddie ficlet#steddie holiday drabbles#hype's holiday drabbles#the rock star and the royal
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911 3.13 || Red, White & Royal Blue
(or, love is stored in the food you offer your beloved while you strut with secret smiles on your faces)
[Image ID: four gifs in an alternating pattern of 911 and Red, White & Royal Blue. Buck and Eddie are walking towards the ambulance, while Alex and Henry have just emerged from the polo shed after making out.
GIF 1: Eddie turning towards Buck while they walk to ask, "You hungry? Wanna grab a bite after we drop him?" Buck is adjusting his cuff, looking at Eddie when he speaks.
GIF 2: Henry and Alex walking, adjusting their clothes with a secret smile on their faces. Henry asks Alex, "You hungry?"
GIF 3: Buck enthusiastically agreeing. "Definitely. I haven't had a proper meal since Bobby left."
GIF 4: Alex adjusting the buttons on his coat as he nods, pursing his lips before saying, "Yeah, I could eat." Next to him, Henry's smile grows.
/end ID]
#zee edits#evan buckley#eddie diaz#henry fox#alex claremont diaz#red white and royal blue#rwrbedit#911edit#buddie#first prince#i had to do it guys#usernicolo#userdahlias#lgbtedit#romancedaily#tvfilm#cinematv#usertelevision#televisiongifs#chewie gifs#userstream#rwrb spoilers#i've been waiting to make this set jadksajdld#also no one look at me i can't help it actually
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“What exactly is going on here?” + polyfire
Polyfire
“What exactly is going on here?” Buck whined as Tommy stopped, his strong arms tight around his waist holding him in place. It was too much and not enough. Too much of a shift from the relentless pounding he’d just been unraveling through to near stillness that held him on the brink of oblivion. Not enough because Eddie was there but too far away. Long, relaxed beautiful Eddie in his too tight jeans and maroon Henley that exposed just the top of that dusting of chest hair Buck loved. His eyebrow was arched with just a hint of that mean little tilt that usually had Buck scrambling to get on the closest available flat surface he could find but he couldn’t move. Not when he was speared on Tommy’s cock and digging bruises into his shoulders with his fingertips. Eddie’s eyes flicked away until he was fixing Tommy with a stare and it was just on the line of dismissive that had Buck writhing. Buck swallowed as his mouth went dry. Need built up like supernova beneath Buck’s skin and he tried to roll his hips back to fill the emptiness tunneled inside of him but Tommy held him tight, keeping Buck there on the brink without even a stutter in his expression. “Hi honey,” Tommy said, his lips skating across Buck’s swollen nipple where his teeth had just been. Buck shivered as the flicker of pain pleasure coursed through him. Static shot up his spine but the emptiness made it disappear too fast for him to get lost in. He tried to drop down, to fill himself, but Tommy just kissed his chest and held him there. “You got started without me?” Eddie demanded and Tommy hummed. “Sorry,” Tommy said, not sounding sorry at all as he blew a hot breath on the spit slick nipple. “You were taking too long.” Buck tried to squirm for attention but Tommy wouldn’t let him move and Eddie’s smoldering gaze was directly on Tommy and Tommy alone. “So long that you had to fuck him on the couch?” Tommy shrugged as he rubbed a stubbled cheek against him. The burn was almost too much and Buck scrambled as he threw his head back and gasped, torn between trying to get away and get closer for something. Anything! He would take anything! He’d been right there and then Eddie had walked in and Tommy had stopped. Buck tried to force himself down. His thighs were trembling from holding himself up. He needed to be filled. He needed— Tommy’s arms around him disappeared in a flash only for his hands to grab onto Buck’s thighs and lift him up even more. It wasn’t much! Buck wasn’t completely off and he could feel the scorching heat of Tommy’s cock right at his entrance. But it made Buck stutter out a whimper as he tried to hold him off from pulling out completely. “You know how he gets.” It should bother him that his boyfriends were talking like he wasn’t even in the room but all it did was spurn the hot desperation burning in his veins even more. Eddie’s eyes darkened. “That I do.” Buck could feel Tommy’s smirk against his chest. “Want to watch me make him scream?” Oh fuck. Eddie smirked as his gaze cut up to Buck. Oh fuck. “Absolutely.” And then Tommy wasn’t still anymore.
#evan buckley#eddie diaz#tommy kinard#bucktommy#buddie#buddietommy#polyfire#We should do for these three as#The ally the beast and the pretty boy#my fic writing#prompt game#Anon#royal decree
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