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.
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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.
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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.”
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a little song i made myself ^-^
i had a little hiccup on the chords on the chorus and the recording setup i have rn isnt great cause my guitar is waaay louder than my voice (also im still emulating ukulele on a classical guitar) but yeah whatever we ball here
lyrics under cut
aren't we restricted
with this simple system
of what any of us can be or do
aren't we behind things
when we tell our children
don't play with dolls, don't play with cars
but what's this thing we do
we're forcing things that don't make sense
we're placing them in molds we pressed
but what's a spork to do
in a world for forks and spoons
Is this what life turned to be
Why are things a binary
Perhaps life's a simulation
It's just a 0-1 dimension
we're forcing things that don't make sense
we're placing them in molds we pressed
but what's purple to do
in a world of red and blue
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Ryuji learns immediately that Akira is a little food goblin and in the worst way possible 😭 He eats literally anything, he doesnt attempt to ‘chef up’ anything he cooks. He draws the line at expired food but the food he makes for himself looks so fucking sad (ryujis words) that it might as well be garbage. And its not that Akira Wont cook or is averse to Learning how to cook, hes just. Busy. And he really doesnt balk at what most would consider bad tasting food. But ryuji does!!! He DOES balk!!!! He balks alot in fact! So while he knows he himself is not the Best cook in the world, he IS someone raised by his momma, and he will use everything she taught him to make food that Akira will ACTUALLY like and not just tolerate.
So he takes Akira food shopping in the market, picks out vegetables and spices and meats that Akira admits (embarrassed) he has never touched in his life. He tells Akira what to look for in markets, whats normally in season, what the appropriate prices are, what different cuts of meat are meant for, and Akira follows him like a toddler following their mother, looking at the displays listening intently. Hes a smart kid. Scary smart. And he picks and chooses whats worth investing into, whether Ryuji realizes it or not. So Akira listens and absorbs whatever Ryuji is telling him, bc Ryuji matters to him.
Ryuji has him on prep work duty. He shows Akira the easy way to chop and cube vegetables. Remembers halfway through that Akira is actually wicked scary with a blade; shows him a video of a professional cutting celery at lightning speed and is SO excited to see Akira replicate it near perfectly. Hes like a machine; chopping with such laser precision and Akira cannot help but feel a little bit warm when Ryuji openly compliments him
Ryuji is so loud and brash everywhere but the kitchen. Hes focused in a way Akira has never seen him be; listing off instructions and tips, carefully adding ingredients and measuring things by eye. While making the stew, he blanks on the amount of seasoning he should be adding, and before Akira can try to help him rubberduck, Ryuji video calls his mom. And Akira almost panics bc what if she was asleep? Or what if shes working??? But she picks up after two rings, wearing a nightgown and smiling huge and wide into the camera. Ryuji waves at her, and then moves the phone a bit to get Akira into frame. He does a very chill, not at all panicked and anxious wave and she smiles at him too.
Ryuji shows her the pot stewing and she comments on the coloring and texture of it. She pokes fun at him (‘oo did you go to a fancy market? Those beef cuts looks very nice’) to which ryuji waves her off, used to her teasing.
‘Have that young man try to season it; this is a team effort!’ And so Ryuji props the phone up so that she can see him and Akira by the stove top as she guides them. A sprinkle of this seasoning from top to bottom, yes perfect, and a pinch of that seasoning- ehh a little more than that- okay perfect, and add a ton of that seasoning in front of you- more. More. Ryuji I said a Ton, tell him i said a Ton- oh right he can hear me I SAID ADD A TON- okay thats it i think, if it comes out too salty, scoop some out and replace it with more stock or some water.
And from then on Ryuji just chats with his mom while Akira watches from his side of the counter; Ryuji mentions the nice lake that he wants to try fishing at, and some nice natural paths to run on in the mornings, and she tells him about her shift and the movie she saw the other day with some friends. Its very nice. It comes so easy to them; Akira cant remember the last time he got to hear his mom just chat about her life with him. Kinda hurts, but not really. Not when hes got Sojiro calling him, telling him about his day while Akira tinkers about at his desk. Its basically the same thing; even better when Akira thinks about it.
And then he thinks some more. And into the realization that Ryuji is here with him in his house cooking and relaxing and chatting with his mom. The tv is on in the livingroom buzzing at a volume thats barely audible. The setting sun is peaking through the curtains. His mom makes a snide comment about her coworker that makes Ryuji laugh a bit under his breath, and Akira is like. Painfully aware of how nice this feels. Warm and easy. It feels a bit silly to even say it but it feels domestic; it feels like home. And hes always been here, always lived here, but it didnt feel like Home as much as it did in this moment, with Ryuji idly chatting with his mom as he tended to the pot on the stove. He wants to capture this moment and keep it tucked away somewhere. And later on, when hes staring at the ceiling, head swimming as he tries to fall asleep, he’ll think ‘no. I dont want to just have this moment. I want more moments like this. I want to live in these moments again and again and again.’ Hes greedy like that, he thinks. He wants and wants and wants; wants so bad it makes his chest ache.
The stew comes out good. A bit salty, which Ryuji remedies by adding a bit more stock to the pot after theyve had their servings. Akiras face is a mix of childlike delight and contentment, eyes bright in that sweet and adorable way that has Ryujis face turning pink, suddenly a bit shy. Being complimented about his cooking is a different kind of nice hes not used to. Akira does a little happy bop with his head, the same bop he’ll do when he eats sweets with Ann.
“This is Really good-‘
“Oi! Please chew everything first before talking.”
Akira thinks its an act of love. In the same way art from Yusuke is an act of love, and the way Hangout Nights with Ann is an act of love; this is Ryujis. I want you to eat well. I want you to be well. Because I care about you. Ryuji cares so much. To come and stay with him. To cook with him, to live with him, even if for a moment. ‘My place…is right at your side.’ ‘Whaddya mean? Youre there.’ Like it keeps Akira up at night sometimes thinking of how much hes loved. It feels so foreign to him, yet natural all at once. Waking up to the rest of the breakfast Ryuji left for him after cooking. Ryuji listening to him ramble about some tech shit Akira knows only he truly cares about (Ryuji pays attention and tries to follow which is more than Akira can ask for). Like its a bit overwhelming but its nice. Its warm and loving and its nice.
Ryuji finds himself napping against Akiras taller frame on the couch, the movie they picked out failing to keep him entertained enough, and Akira thinks Ryuji feels the same way; its warm and loving and nice.
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