#they play pretend as knights and then fuck nasty afterwards how fun

[yournowheregirl]

for this month’s @steddiemicrofic

prompt: charm ✨ | wc: 548 | rating: T | cw: not actual mcd (‘tis all pretend!), suggestive language

His men are standing behind him, waiting for his signal to attack, but once Steve sees her, he stops dead in his tracks.

Chrissy’s green and white dress is flowing in the wind, the same dress she wore when she got taken away from him. She should be wearing that dress to their wedding, except now it’s dirty and shredded after weeks of captivity. On instinct, Steve’s hand reaches out and so does hers, only for her capturer to hold her even closer to his side.

“Unhand her, you foul beast!” Steve’s voice echoes across the field, even though he knows his begging his hopeless. Words are no use against Eddie the Banished.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Prince Charming.” Eddie sneers. “We meet at last.”

“Let her go and no one needs to get hurt.” Steve grits through his teeth.

“I’m not letting anyone go until you agree to my terms.” Eddie flashes his eyes as his gloved hand curls around Chrissy’s chin. “Besides, I think she’s warming up to me. Don’t you, princess?”

Chrissy’s response is instant, biting down on Eddie’s hand until he winces and pulls his hand away. Still, the wolfish grin on his face remains. “Feisty. I like ‘em feisty.”

“Unhand her!” Steve yells again.

“If you agree to my terms, you can have your precious little princess back.”

Steve’s nostrils flare and he sees no other option than agreeing with Eddie’s terms. But as soon as he does, Eddie cackles and tightens his grip on Chrissy, clearly not ready to let her go yet.

“I agreed with your terms, now give me back my princess!” Steve exclaims, his hand reaching towards his sword.

Eddie’s eyes are dark when he says, “If you want her, come and claim her.”

Steve has no choice but to attack.

The battle becomes a blur after that. It always does.

———

In the end, the Harrington clan is victorious.

“This is the end.” Steve growls. “Don’t you know that the Harringtons always come out on top?”

"This is not the end, Charming.” Eddie spits out, still mocking him in his final moments

One swing of Steve’s sword quickly shuts him up.

———

Later, as Steve is removing his make-up backstage, two strong arms wrap around his waist. Steve glances up and meets Eddie’s eyes in the mirror, a grin spreading across his face.

“Great show today, babe.” Eddie says, pressing a kiss against Steve’s shoulder. “But foul beast? Really?”

“I improvised.” Steve shrugs. “Besides, you’re one to talk with your obvious Lord of the Rings references.”

“You got that one. That’s so hot, sweetheart.” Eddie groans, blatantly grinding against Steve’s ass as he kisses up his neck.

“Could we maybe not do this in the dressing room?” Steve scoffs, but he still melts under Eddie’s touch.

“Like that stopped us before.”

After deciding Eddie has a point, Steve spins around to pull Eddie into a heated kiss. There’s some wolf-whistling from their fellow actors but that all becomes background noise as Eddie’s hands travel down to Steve’s ass.

“Thought it was my turn tonight.” Steve grins against Eddie’s lips.

“Huh? What?” Eddie blinks in response.

“Aw, baby.” Steve bats his eyelashes. “Don’t you remember? Harringtons always come out on top.”

Eddie smirks. “I’m counting on it.”