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Waiting Angels 
Murder Mystery | Teen | 60-75k

Author: @sangrientojoe.bsky.social  
Artist: @staymagical.bsky.social 
Beta Reader: @francoshrug.bsky.social 

#steddiebang25

i hope u enjoy ☺️

Please take a look at my submission for @steddiebbang.bsky.social, a Detective Noir featuring Eddie Munson as he investigates the disappearance of an old friend.
thank you to my beta @francoshrug.bsky.social, and @staymagical.bsky.social for your wonderful art!
archiveofourown.org/works/733843...

The time has come! POSTING DAY!

Here’s my digital mock up book cover for the amazing Brick-inspired fic Waiting Angels by @sangrientojoe.bsky.social for the @steddiebbang.bsky.social

This fic is so so good and so well written so please go check it out!

Physical ficbind coming soon!

do u think they’re twins somewhere

#strangerthings #strangerthings3 #strangerthingsfanart #stobin

Murder Mystery, Post Breakup | 65k | Teen and Up

Author: @/sangrientojoe (Tumblr) | MAVEfm (ao3) | @undeadsangre (twitter)
With illustrations by: @/staymagical (Tumblr) | @staymagical02 (twitter) 
Beta: @francoshrug.bsky.social  (Bsky)

But wait! Because I had the chance to work on a ‼️SECOND piece‼️ for the @steddiecaz.bsky.social zine! This one was used for the merch, and its based on the Pygmalion & Galathea myth and the paintings by Jean-Leon Gerome 💖 #steddie (if you see this post already no you didnt)

Pela case TEXTED me to say they were having a sale to celebrate lol

bskys word count is so nice I take the opportunity to just rewrite my thread fics, that fantasy au is almost fully new atp

⚔️ Steddie Fantasy AU 🧵fic transfer based on the idea that Steve is the prince of a kingdom that worships the seasonal cycle and Chrissy was a spy sent to an enemy kingdom ruled by Vecna. There, she's murdered trying to deliver a message, one she passes off to Eddie.
bsky.app/profile/sang...

He catches Eddie in his gaze, his expression burning like the sun upon his pale skin. He's like a beacon for light, his brown eyes like molten gold in the dying light of day. Robin is speaking to him, her hands gentle on his arms, but he's still looking to Eddie.
Eddie shakes his head and runs.

END

Then she stomps down the side of the hill to her place at the prince's side, guided by her soul.
He watches her go, watches as the prince appears from the fog, meeting his Speaker with red eyes and ruddy cheeks. Eddie is captivated at the sight, almost shocked, until the moment the prince turns.

"I don't mean offense. There are some of us who hope Christina would never send you to us without faith that you would find your place amongst us." She looks at him, a small, sympathetic smile on her lips, "But even if you don't... I'm sorry, Eddie,you have entered a world you can not leave."

Again, she points to camp,"And that he is surrounded by brilliant people who wish to bring us all to victory."
She pats him him on the shoulder, "I can't decide for you what to be okay with, and as it stands, your hesitation makes you an obstacle, or a pawn, neither of which we need."
Eddie scoffs.

She stands, wiping her hands on her shirt and tucking away her knife. "Tomorrow, he will forgive you, even if I do not want him to." She holds out her hand to him and pulls him to her feet.
"I'm just supposed to be okay with that?"
"Ask anyone in camp, and they will tell you he is a strategist."

"If you know his soul, then, what are his feelings for Christine?" Eddie looks up at her, unable to hold back.
Robin's stare turns hard. "Winter quiets us, silences him, but he isn't weak. Everything we do going forward is in her name. He feels your anger and sadness like his own,"

She reaches for her knife, cleaning it on her shirt. "You would have no doubts that he is as radiant and kind as we say he is." She looks back to camp and continues, "That's when we were bound, I went to my ceremony with stories of his heroics from this party. I'll never find a greater friend."

"If I ran from the very thing I was put in this world to do, I feared the outcome of that worse than any pig."
Her words are final, resolute, Eddie can't do anything but believe her.
"And... Is he?" He asks. "A pig?"
Strangely, Robin smiles, "If you had met him in the summer, when the sun shines..."

"To become a Speaker, a ceremony is performed to bind us to the Voice for life. Our souls are intertwined through magic, I'd never find a more complete connection for as long as I lived... I had nightmares that I'd be tied to a hideous pig."
Eddie couldn't imagine it. "So why not run from it?"

She gestured toward the prince. "It set me on a path."
Eddie frowned, "To speak for him?"
"To understand him, idiot." She tsks, then picks at the ground, tearing up grass. "I didn't want it for the longest time. I was afraid."
"Of the prince?"
"In a way," she nods.

Eddie hums, questioning.
"It's true," she nods. "I dreamed in the opposite direction to study a skill that would take me far away from the court."
"What came of that dream?"
"My talent for cartography was lacking," she admits, cheeks reddening. "I was hopeless, but I had a skill for language."

"I don't know." He answers honestly. He juts his chin at the forest. "How do you know that he does?" Robin tilts her head. "What if you're blinded by formality, taking his silence as virtue when it's really contempt?"
Robin glares.
"You know, I did not dream of holding the position I do."

"It isn't," Robin presses, "It wasn't to her, didn't you see that? When winter came?"
Eddie brings his hands, remembering how quiet she became when the snow fell, how easy she forgave. She didn’t seem like a fanatic, though, not like her prince, who had yet to look him in the eye since he arrived.

"What you demand is impossible." She says. "Vengeance... It would destroy us to the root, not just because we are low in number. Our customs... they were important to her. She knew how we would honor her."
"By doing nothing?" Eddie seethes. "Because that is what your custom appears to be."

Anger sparks deep in Eddie's chest. "So her memory will just fizzle out into the cold?"
"Don't be an idiot!" Robin snarls, lashing out. "You're not the only one who's lost her! She came from us! We put her in front of the sword that slayed her!"
Again, Eddie wipes away his tears.

"No." She shakes her head. "I know it."
"But what does it mean?"
She's silent, staring off into the woods where her ruler had wandered, hidden by fog, just beyond the tree line.
"Christina served the crown," she finally tells him. "So the crown honors her according to the season."

"Help me to understand, then," he insists, reaching up to dry his eyes. "Please, Robin. She was my friend... Our friend. Why won't he avenge her?"
Robin looks away, maneuvering herself off of him. "My prince is not a warlord." She repeats, sniffling.
"You say that," Eddie nods, sitting up.

Seconds pass and the blow never comes.
When Eddie opens his eyes, the knife is gouged deep into the earth just centimeters from his face.
Robin is near tears where she sits, trapping him in place.
"You don't understand." She croaks.
Eddie stares, taking a moment to catch his breath.

"He mourns!"
Eddie curses, "I do the brave thing, for once, and I find at the end of it a COWARD!"
Robin screams, tearing the knife from his throat. Eddie squeezes his eyes shut and tenses for the blow, waiting for his blood to spill. His only solace is knowing be delivered Chrissy's dying words.

Eddie wheezes, trying to catch his breath around the press of her knees. "I am not loyal..." he rasps, feeling the sting of the blade, "To ANY crown."
"Then you have no room to scorn ours," she spits. "You have no right."
"My friend is dead," he replies. "Murdered! He turns away from the message!"