#Prince!Steve

[daydreampending]

The Lost Princess

Years after running away from your kingdom, escaping your regal duties and joining a pirate crew, you find yourself back under the hand of a royal realm. Forcefully entwined amongst a palace’s workers, you struggle to hide your true identity.

An identity that once had the entire seven seas searching for you. An identity that grew up accustomed to stately etiquette and its rules. An identity that once belonged to the heir of a throne.

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[undead-supernova]

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Cochise by @deadboyfriendd

Get Off — @palmtreesx3

Satisfied by @stevesxyellowxsweater

The Killers

Shouldn’t Be Attracted To A Criminal by @asimpforthe80s

The Monsters

Eddie the Victorious by @xoxovivafics

sympathy for the devil by @munsonsbtch

warm like moonshine by @somnambulic-thing

[memes-saved-me]

"What troubles you, my Prince?" Billy asked walking over to the naked brunette by the window. "Am I not what you desire this evening?"

"It is not that," he sighed and turned as they embraced, damp skin pressing against one another yet again. "I am to be wed sooner than I thought."

"I'm sure the King would find you the most stunning bride," he pressed a kiss to his shoulder. "And I shall always be here for when you need me."

"But I need you always," the Prince replied moving to hold the whores face in his hands. "Not a day passes that I do not wish to be here. Here in your arms. The thought of others being with you...it drives me to madness."

"My Prince," he sighed and leant into his touch.

"Leave with me."

Billy let out a soft laugh.

"I mean it," Steve kissed the shocked man before him. "They will never let me marry a man, moreso a city whore but if we left. Ran so far the crown had no power over what we do. We could be happy."

"That is a bad decision," he did not pull away but his gaze shifted. "You are the only heir. If you were to disappear the whole continent would be searching for you."

"I cannot live without you and if I did not try to escape this...this burden bestowed to me by blood I shall spend my life in misery and regret," Steve pressed his forehead to Billy's. "I love you."

He felt the breath of his lungs exhale, a moment of silence falling over them before Billy lifted his head to kiss Steve's temple.

"And I love you. I would follow you to the end of the world."

[nasawho]

Current Events

Hi Everyone, there has been a lot going on in the world recently. The you know what (I can't write the word iykyk) that's happening to the people of Gaza and Palestine is not okay and can never under any moral compass be justified. There is a picture going around of Chris Evans signing a bomb, while I know it's an old picture from Afghanistan or something I can't ignore it especially in today's social climate. Anyone who literally signs weapons of mass destruction doesn't deserve at least my support. On this basis I have decided that I will not be continuing the Steve Rogers series and be deleting it from my page. I will write about someone who doesn't support the mass murdering of other human beings let me know and I will be happy to write about them for you. (Dm me the name of the character and scenario). If any of you feel offended by this post pls unfollow me idc. Free Palestine🇵🇸 !

[thewritersaddictions]

The Adults- Steddie: City Down P1

Pairing: Prince!Steve Harrington x Dark Knight!Eddie Munson

Pov: Narrative

Warnings: Fighting, bleeding, falling in love, opposites attract, angst, fluff, kissing, making out, inner dialogue, drinking

Summary: A battle between good and bad isn't always so clear. Especially when the lines are blurred by love.

A/n- firefly graphics for dividers; a Steddie series.

WC- 2.2k

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Yes Steve Harrington was a prince, who had everything he wanted at his finger tips. Guards that protected him from everything and everyone. A whole mess of servants who tended to his every need. But thoses guards, and servants could never protect him from the way his father and mother treated him. 

The King was not known for his kind words, but his strong hand. The Queen was known for her beauty, but along with that beauty came a blank, stare that made you feel like death was coming for you. Steve the only born child of this realm to have any hold to the crown was currently waltzing around the library he had never found himself drawn towards the poltics and fighting that happened in the war room. 

Hearing his father louds screams, and shouts for more men, and less of well everything else that came along with ripping your people from their homes, and families to fight in war that you created all on your own. Regardless Steve let his eye wander on the plenty of bookshelves. The spine of all the books. Dusty, and old. He wonders for a moment if he will become just like these books. Decaying by the second as the world around him spurts up with new healthier roots. 

He wonders for a moment if he will become like his father. His hard coarse, angry, father King Charile. He wonders if he’ll ever grow to be something better and kinder. Then his thoughts move as he notices that for the first time he’s alone in the library. No servants, nor guards watching him. For the first time in such a long time Steve is alone. Oddly enough though Steve is always alone. His father was not nice to Steve when he was a child, grinding into him that he will one day take the throne. Things that needed to stay that same. He needed to learn so much, know so much just for his father years later when Steve showed signs of not being interested in politics, and war to take that away from him. 

Still Steve was a knight not a wonderful one, but a good one at least. His mother on the other hand was never sure of her son. Always wanting something more from her son. The abuse that was never seen by servants or gaurds in the castle. Steve was a broken, hurt little boy at his heart. At his warm, center Steve wanted nothing more then to be something that his parents loved just as much as they loved the popularity, money, and galm that came with being at the helm of their kingdom. 

Steve had been plotting, planning. Not to murder his mother and father, but to run away. Run away for the summer and take with him only a few things. Tell no one of which he was running off to and let his heart guide him wherever it took him. At this point the library was flooded with afternoon light. The large window gave him perfect access for grabbing his hidden things and running off. That’s what he did. Would he write and letter and leave it for his parents to find. Most likely even if he did write a letter they would never find it. Not really caring about what, or where their only son was. So that choice was already made for him. 

On his travels Steve meets a beautiful girl. Who goes by Rob for short of course her real name is Robin, a lovely red head with a spit-fire attitude. She turns into a great friend, one who’s almost always got his back. His travels become less lonely especially when Robin starts to tag along. He’s only made it so far from his home, before Robin told him that she wanted to take him to a tavern. “I’ve never been to a tavern Robin!” He worries she might look at him like he some crazy person. He has yet to tell her that he is of Royal standing, or that he is totally not being searched for right now. 

“Oh shut it, Steve. Don’t worry we can sit together and we can talk more about where you’ve been staying before you came into my life.” Steve begrudgingly went alongside Robin. She had never dressed like the other women at court had, or how any other women dressed. No long dresses, instead Robin opted for trousers and tunics. It fit her better somehow, but may that’s because Steve never seen her in anything else. They walked into the tavern during midday. The tavern wenches gave no notices to how out of place both Steve and Robin looked. Though nobody really cared what, or how they long they would be there for. That opted for a booth in the back of the tarven. 

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The black haired prince was sneaking away. Not that was unusual for him to do. Most days he snuck away to find lesser polticloical things, in search of something better and much more laid back. He was prince to the people of his kingdom, but he wanted to be more. Be more, mean more then just that. So almost everyday, on the dot he would venture out of his bedroom window and travel down to the town below the dark castle. 

His Mother had passed on many years ago, and with that came an uproar for Eddie the black haired prince who was loved by all to become the new king. That’s not what the war council, nor Eddie’s Uncle wanted. His uncle had watched how the war concoul and the job itself had taken every last bit of life, love, and joy out of his sister the Queen. So the people of Correoded were left with an older King whom was really only there for show. Eddie’s uncle knew that sometimes the wild heart that was once in his sister was also in his nephew. He knew that there were times when he was gone for days, disappearing without a trace. Eddie was much like a wild horse. Free of heart, and always wanting for an adventure. 

Eddie and Steve were the definition of ying/yang, the dark side of the moon, and the light. They’d never met, and yet there were in such a way a contrast of each other. Sure Steve may have a dark horror story in his mind, but his outward personality was that of bubbly, hot summer day. Steve was if you wanted to assign a color to these two men. Yellow. Steve was the brighest color on the planet, the vibrant sun was no match for the way Steve would smile and lighten anyones day except for his own. Eddie was the prince of darkness, he was supposed to be hallow, harden by time serving on the knights guard. Inside Eddie’s mind were, the most playful, magical things. Colors of all kinds brusted into his mind. Like before If Eddie was assigned a color you were supposed to see nothing but black, yet Eddie was probably just has much yellow as Steve was. 

For Eddie adventure this time. He ventured far from his kingdom. Far from the lands he knew and into a new part of the green planes and budding flowers. He wasn’t one for showing it in his kingdom, but if the water wasn’t to deep, or cold he would slip his shoes off and dip his feet in. Let his feet run through the blades of grass. He was a nature loving boy at heart. Dresses in dark hues of black, grey, and blue. You’d be able to spot him almost immediately in the light green, blues, red, pinks of the field as he flocked around like a child. 

How Eddie had managed to get himself into the busy tavern he’ll never know. Maybe it was the menacing way his darken eyes gave almost any person who dared look his way. Maybe it had nothing to do with that, maybe it had to do with that he in this town was like every normal person. Just that. A normal citizen of a normal passing town. Not one from a kingdom, or money, or politics, or anything else that would drown the common folk of this town. Eddie surveyed the space around him. People of different dialects, and styles sat in the tavern. Unbenosmet to him, he had caught the eye of a young man sitting in the booth not to far away from him. 

At every jingle of the door opening, Steve averted his eyes, from the deeply unsatisfiting story that Robin was talking about. Each time it was nobody. Not his mother nor father in a hectic search for him, nor was it a guard in search for their prince. It was patron after parton waltzing in with a half-cocked smile. Most already drunk, and as the night went on the hope. The last beading hope was gone. Steve no longer looked as the door jingle with a new patron coming in. Until the dark night sky fell, and he wasn;t able to help himself. The door jingled and in walked the most gorgeous person he’d ever seen. A tall dark haired person. He stared the entire way, watching as they took their booth almost directly in front of his own. 

The only thing in the way was the bartop, drinks, tavern wenches, and patron clouded his judgement of the mystris person who had just walked in. “You listening to anything I’m saying Steve?” Robin asks her hand hitting his shoulder hard. A sting, and a bruise to follow. “Yeah I was… I was listening to you Rob.” Steve mutters almost to himself. As if he’d believe that lie he just spat from his lips. Where ever Steve’s thoughts were leading them it wasn’t as half as bad as the dirty thoughts that were swarming, floating and ready to sting Eddie at any thought. “Steve?” Robin asks, she follows his eye sight, and for the first time during this en eventful night a smirk, then a smile grows on her face. 

She’ll play match maker tonight with the mystery man and her new best friend. Fuck the girl that’s been eyeing for the past few hours, Robin is sure that her new found, reckless plan will have the two lade falling into each others arms in no time. “I need a new drink, thinking you could get that Steve.” Robin whines, she knows that Steve hates it. He grabs both the pitchers and get out from the booth, Eddie is sure ot be watching him. Like Robin is psyphics… or something Eddie is up, and on his heels in a matter of seconds. Watching as ungrateful, and rather disgusting men don’t even bother to move out of his way. 

“Excuse?” “Do you mind I just?” “Sir, can I just get by…” “You heard the man, move the fuck outta his way.” The voice echos in Steve’s head, and his feet stay planted on the floor. “You gonna move or what boy.” It’s a grumpy, heavier, darker voice and it makes Steve shudder to his core. A rough, but gently hand is one that grabs Steve’s shoulder and drags him past the unbearing load of traffic in the way. “Hey thanks for that you really didn’t hav…” Steve words die in his thoart. The man from over the tavern. The dark haired, mystic man was standing right in front of his. 

Touching Him.

Holding Him.

Saving Him. 

“I’m Eddie” He’s holding his hand out like he wasn’t just touching Steve. Making all of his thought go haywire. “How about we get you another rounds of ales. For you and your friend other there.” The way that he say ‘friend’ it even makes Steve jealous. Word comes tumbling out before the chance to catch them arises. “OH… Oh no you’ve got that wrong… Fuck… Shit… I’m… My name is Steve, and that is just… JUST my friend Robin.” Eddie stares at him in utter disbelief. The ales comes back. Bubbles floating to the top, and this time when Steve makes his way toward the booth. The path is clear, and the feeling that there’s watching his back. Makes his knee weak, and heavy. 

“So nice of you to bring someone new around.” Robin mutters to a thoughtless Steve, Eddie slides in next to Steve. Steve is automatically engulfed in the smells of leather, darkness, and most of all lust. A lustful, dirty smell that’s making him grow tight. The sighs of utter contentment overflow through him. Whatever is about to happen, Steve seems to fine right there. Resting his shoulder on this unknown, yet sexy man shoulders. “Just how much has this lord had to drink tonight?” Robin laughs, “Not enough, but he might be a little on the light side.” Steve snuggles into Eddie’s side even more. At this point Eddie is grinning, a shit face grin of happiness. That not only did he grab his bags, but always had already paid for a room. 

“Take the boy with you, my lord. He’ll be in better hands than mine.” Eddie notices, as the young woman wobbles off grabbing a wench by her hips and pulling her out and into darkness.

Completed on: 06/28/23

Posted on: 06/29/23

Steddie Fics-

[a-little-unsteddie]

…“Fledgelings, this is Prince Stephan,” Hopper gestured at Steve, who winced at the use of his full name. No matter who said it, the use of his full name never failed to make him cringe.

“Steve, please,” he hurried to correct before any of the Fledgelings could be introduced. Hopper rolled his eyes again, causing Steve to press his lips tightly together, shifting slightly from his position.

Hopper gestured to the Fledgeling furthest from him, which dragged Steve’s attention back to the angry looking one. He was surprised to see that the man seemed to have gotten himself together, only looking slightly annoyed rather than furious.

The knife in his gut twisted a little more. …

so… I’m working on a fic… Prince!Steve, Mage(ish)!Eddie.. it takes place in my original universe but i have steddie brainrot so i made it steddie. i’ll post more information as i write it, though! WIP title is ‘year of the sunflower’! name from the album of the same name by Jake Scott!! the only relation is the title bc i thought it was a nice title.

plot is unknown, mostly. just wanted to write something for steddie in this universe because i thought it would fit. i’ll explain the ins and outs once i have enough of the story figured out :)

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

prince!steve x fae!eddie is finally here!!! however wild by @sayesayes and @noxarcanaart 👑🩸🥀

[daydreampending]

The Lost Princess

Years after running away from your kingdom, escaping your regal duties and joining a pirate crew, you find yourself back under the hand of a royal realm. Forcefully entwined amongst a palace’s workers, you struggle to hide your true identity.

An identity that once had the entire seven seas searching for you. An identity that grew up accustomed to stately etiquette and its rules. An identity that once belonged to the heir of a throne.

Pairings: Eddie x Princess!Reader, Pirate!Eddie x Pirate!Reader, Prince!Steve x Pirate!Reader

Enemies to Friends to Lovers | Mutual Pining | Hidden Secrets

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[athenasmoodboards]

prince!steve with a black girl?

I couldn't find a lot that gave "Prince Steve" vibes but I'm pleased with the end result

[fox-with-ferns]

Content of my fellow creatures obsessed with dnd!AU for stranger things :]

This took way longer then usual do to art block but it’s here!

Anyway why do I do this to myself and make a full body drawing and then go ahead and make it have 56 LAYERS

WHY -trying to get over art block

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Yes Eddie just fallows him around saving him from killing himself and simping

[frnkensteingrl]

Does anyone know the title or author of the Steve Rogers x Reader fic that was inspired by the book series The Selection? All I can remember is that Steve was a prince and the reader was one of the girls in the running to become princess

[hornedqueenofhell]

Eddie works as a kitchen boy in the castle and has just failed the test to be a knight again. He keeps failing on purpose because someone needs to keep an eye on the kids. Captain of the guard Hopper knows this and wants to pass Eddie because he trained Eddie himself damnit he's a damn good fighter but Eddie always makes sure he fails the final test.

Prince Steve sneaks out of the castle that night to go drink and be normal, he sees Eddie there getting into a fight and realizes how good Eddie is. So he sits across from Eddie and asks "performance issues?" Eddie will forever deny spit taking his beer all over the crown prince. Eddie says he has his reasons and he'll show Steve what they are. He then takes Steve back to the castle and hands him over to Hopper saying Steve is pretty but not worth going to jail again pretty.

Steve is persistent though and keeps spending time with Eddie at work and meeting the kids and learning to love them and be happy. Steve's parents find out about their little romance and ban Eddie from becoming a knight since he's not a noble by birth. Steve and the kids scheme to enter Eddie in the joust as Steve and if he wins he's allowed to ask any favor of the king and queen.

Of course Eddie wins but Steve's parents refuse the favor. Enter Steve fucking Harrington, "I couldn't make you a knight, but how about a prince?" And proposes.

[luveline]

Omg ok Jade my love can I request a princess soulmate au with Steve? Where reader is Prince Steve’s soulmate but maybe she’s not royal herself and is struggling a bit with being the future princess?

Almost like similar vibes to some of the loser gf with rockstar Sirius things you’ve done

thank you sm for your request! (sci-fi fairytale au) prince!steve

cw talk of losing weight to fit into a dress 

Prince Steven sits across from you with a bowl of grapes and a pair of embroidery scissors. He's going to stab me, you think morosely. I'm wretched and boring and he's going to stab me and then the stars will give him another soulmate and he'll forget this whole misfortune.

He seems lost for words as you are, or uninterested. You think he's going to talk and he eats another grape instead, hair fluttering in the breeze that filters in from the balcony, his eyes trained on the holoscreen. He's pretty —soft face, softer hair, almond shaped eyes that seem perpetually amused— but more alarmingly, he's fit. Physically fit from years of sports. Royals do all manner of olympiad competition, evident in his toned shoulders and his sun-kissed skin. 

"How's your embroidery?" he asks suddenly. 

You startle, pretending you'd been attending to that rather than staring at him uselessly. "It's going well, Prince Steven," you lie. You've never embroidered before —you have practical sewing skills for darning scuffed trousers and patching elbows, but embroidery is a labour of time. Time is a luxury you haven't had. 

"Steve," he corrects. 

"Do I… Is it really okay for me to call you that? Won't people think I'm presumptuous?" 

"Ten dollar word." He slides the bowl toward you, a beautifully glazed ceramic piece that likely cost more than your month's rent. "Well, they usually let me have whatever I want, and I want you to call me Steve. And to relax. And eat more." 

"I can't. They said I need to fit into my wedding dress." 

"The wedding dress needs to fit you," Steve says, the simple cut of his button down pulled snug to his chest as he leans back in his chair. "Not the other way around. Is that why you didn't eat much at breakfast? Or was it just gross?" 

"It wasn't gross," you say softly. 

"You don't have to do any of that stuff, either, if it's boring." 

You run your finger down the creamy linen stretched between your bamboo hoops. "I don't know if it's boring. I can barely do it." 

"You're too mean to yourself," he says. 

Steve stands and puts his arm behind his head, pushing his elbow until something clicks. Embarrassed by his dismissal, you stare at your hands and fume at yourself when they begin to tremble. 

It's too much. All of it. The cruel Palace attendants who know you're not good enough. Steve and his good nature. The wedding dress, the fine China, your wonky stitches. 

Steve steps to your side. He holds out his hand, and you pass him your embroidery without meeting his eyes. Your mood worsens at the sharp slink of snipping, sure that Steve will cut your pattern from the sketch and tell you to start again. 

"Sorry, your white knot at the back was bothering me. Pass me a slimmer needle? I'll tuck it behind your stitches." 

Astonished, you pass Steve a smaller needle from the pin cushion. His brows creases gently as he works, rewiring the white thread with patience and efficiency. 

"There. It looks really nice, honey. You're a fast learner." He passes you the hoop. You take it a beat too slow and he either doesn't notice or doesn't make a fuss, chucking you under the chin softly. "Don't worry so much. I'll talk to Cordelia about your wedding dress, the idea that you need to fit into it like it's one size fits all is dumb. It's made for you. Like, what are they expecting?" 

"They're probably hoping this is all a big mistake." 

"Did someone say that to you?" 

"Nobody had to say it to me, I can tell from the way they look at…" Steve takes your face into his hand, effectively killing anything you'd been trying to say.  

He seems royal, then. Used to getting his way, maybe, the disapproving lining of his otherwise sweet eyes. You get a flash of a memory, the morning you'd been presented, Steve in his finery with his platinum crown like a beacon in brown hair, you in your best dress, embarrassingly drab in comparison, your hand offered. He'd been meeting with eligible women all week. 

You were there as a formality. Never for a second did you think your soul mark would react to his, lines of light around your opposite wrists. 

To think you'd worried about touching him. You could never imagine how beautifully careful he is, how tender. You didn't know men were like this until Steve showed you, his niceness apparently bone deep and in everything he does. 

"If people are being jerks, you have to tell me." You never imagined how casual and vulgar he'd be either. "What's the point in being a princess if people don't respect you?" 

"I'm not a princess," you say. Your heart is a hummingbird as he turns his hand and strokes your cheeks with the backs of his fingers. 

"You will be. Nothing can change that. You're going to be a princess, and you can do as much or as little as you want, because those dorks left me in charge and I say so. I can decree it, if that makes you feel better," he says, dropping his hand, the phantom of it lingering like static shock. 

"What if I'm not meant for this?" you ask quietly, shy but terrified enough to ask. 

"I was meant for you," he says, tone matching yours in timidity. His sleeves rolled up as they are, you can see the soft light of his soul mark taking a pink hue. "Right?" 

Your soul mark glows a gentle pink to match his. Because you and Steve don't know one another well, not yet, but the feeling is there, thrumming under the skin like a pulse. Not love, not not love, a glowing desire. A want to know him.

There have been moments where you wished he wasn't a Prince, but then there's no guarantee you ever would have met. 

"Right," you mouth, offering him a small smile. 

"We were meant to be together…" Steve bends at the waist, meeting your eyes. He's yet to kiss you in the week since you met, but his touches come braver everyday, the unfamiliarity between you melding into butterflies. His smirk shakes them awake. "So let's be together the way we want to. Think of princess-ing as optional." 

"And you as mandatory?"

"I'm also optional," he says with a warm laugh. "But dinner is not. I need to know what you like, if we're going to get married."

You practically gulp. Right. You're going to be his soulmate, his princess, and his wife. 

"Don't be scared. I'm not cooking it, chef Joyce is." Steve brushes hair from his eyes like a model from the giant holo screens, unaware of his own attractiveness. "I'm a shitty cook. My talents lie in other things," he drawls grandly, "like lacrosse, and neck massages." 

He winks. You laugh genuinely for the first time since you met him, and his face splits with glee.  

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if you want to request anything for this AU please do! steampunk princess soulmate and her smitten prince is my new fave thing

[letoghanima]

STEVE TREVOR being completely Normal About It™