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TW for horror ish elements but uh, AU where supernatural creatures exist and the world knows about them so they don't have to hide.

Steve is one of the prestigious Harrington Werewolves, large mansion backed onto the woods for full moons. People always respected or feared his father - a werewolf like him - and so his teachers at school would let him have the day of the full moon off. Where Steve would end up alone in his mausoleum of a house, pacing and trying not to scratch and pull at his hair or punch walls as he got more and more tense as he can start to feel the pull of the full moon. He's angry and hungry and so so lonely. He knows it would be easier with someone else there with him - with pack - werewolves are social creatures except his parents are never home, he doesn't trust Tommy or Carol not to poke and prod, and set him off in a violent rage. So he goes it alone, and it fucking sucks.

The full moon rises, he takes his clothes off, and Steve walks alone into the woods. He can feel it pulling inside him, the call of the moon or the wolf or whatever you want to fucking call it. It has gotten to the point where he can't ignore it anymore. He drops to the ground and screams. Hands grasping at the dirt beneath him, body convulsing as he changes. His bones snap. His muscles tear. Fur sprouts. His muzzle grows. It looks and feels like he is being torn apart. Steve is human and Steve is a wolf and he is both and he is neither and he can hear the moon calling and he wants to rip and tear and hunt and feed and he has no one to calm him down.

He awakens alone and naked in the middle of the woods, covered in dirt and what he hopes is dried animal blood. So he goes home, showers, crawls into bed and tries not to think about going to school tomorrow.

And then he meets Nancy and he's dating Nancy and he can feel the wolf in him getting possessive so he tries to hold back. Except he can smell her perfume from across the room and hear her heart beat all the way across school and he loves her. He wants her near, but he doesn't want to hurt her. And then Barb dies in his pool and Nancy blames them both and he can hear the rumours that he killed her and its eating himself up inside.

The Demogorgan dies and he tries to be better. Nancy says he's bullshit, their love is bullshit, and Steve can hear his own heart breaking.

Then he meets Dustin and the little shit worms his way into his heart, talking about a fucked up dog that ate his cat and asking for tips about how to talk to girls. He fights Billy and is winning until Billy fights dirty and pulls out the silver tipped knife and smashes a plate on his head. He saves their lives and can slowly feel Dustin becoming one of his. He goes round to the Henderson's place for dinner and finds that actually eating a large home cooked meal before the full moon makes the anger and the hunger not as bad. He can pick Dustin's heartbeat out of a crowded room and would recognize his scent anywhere. Steve's reluctant to mention it, maybe it's too much, but he lets it slip once and Dustin thinks it's AWESOME.

Robin starts out as just a coworker, then they get locked in a Russian base together with two kids who they both agreed to protect. And Steve gets tortured to protect Robin because he can take more hits than her. And he does and she thinks they killed him. But he's alive and they're drugged and they're in the mall spilling their guts on a bathroom floor and Steve can hear her heart rabbitting in her chest and can smell the panic rolling off her. Then he makes a joke about Tammy Thompson being a Muppet and it goes away and he knows that Robin is becoming one of his. His platonic soulmate. And she starts coming round to his place after the full moon with breakfast to share. Where she holds him and helps clean him and make sure he comes back to himself. He is not alone.

Next Dustin won't stop talking about Eddie, and Steve can feel the jealously rising in his gut like a horrid sickly thing. He knows that being a werewolf can make his emotions more intense, and he knows that Dustin still loves him but he can't help but worry that he's being replaced. Then Vecna happens and Eddie's wanted for murder and he's meeting Eddie and he can smell the sheer terror rolling off the guy. And then the confusion and relief when they believe him. Next thing they're on the lake and they're in the upside down facing down bats and Steve gives into the wolf as he bites down into it. Lets his eyes glow and his teeth sharpen as he growls when he slams that fucking bat into the ground. Then he talks with Eddie and he's actually kind of cool and really fucking pretty and Steve knows enough about his emotions to know that this could be the start of an all encompassing crush and he's trying hard not to focus on the fact that the vest smells like Eddie and therefore HE smells like Eddie.

Then they're facing Vecna and Steve can't help but extend his werewolf hearing, and he hears Dustin screaming his name, calling for him to come help, it's Eddie. So Steve fucking sprints back to the trailer as fast as he can only to find Eddie bleeding out in Dustin's arms. He knows first aid from his time as a life guard, he can hear his heart still beating, so Steve buckles down and tries to save Eddie's life.

And he does and theyre in the hospital and he's not healing the way a werewolf should and he can't help but focus on the sounds of everyone's heartbeat to ground him. Listening to the sounds of Eddie's surgery through the walls. Trying to push down the overwhelming hospital smell of blood and emotion and medicine and it's all too much and he's hurt and Eddie's hurt.

And that's all I got for right now lmao

(Sorry I keep throwing these aus at you, I don't have any Stranger Things friends and my brain will not stop throwing ideas out)

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Oh my sweet christ. Listen I saw this in my inbox and KNEW it was going to be good so I saved it so I could savour every single word and fuck it was worth it

Steve so used to waking up the morning after a full moon with dried tears and dirty sheets, ready to start the clean up routine but Robin let herself and Dustin in. Both sleeping in the spare room. Robin hears Steve waking up and pads through to his room, sees the mess and goes to him, holds him. Tells him it’s okay, he’s okay. Dustin comes in with fresh sheets and kind eyes, dropping the sheets on the floor to crowd around steve. To let him feel that he’s cared for. And he does. For the first time in his life he does.

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Steve watches Eddie in the hospital. As soon as he gets discharged Steve does a patrol of the new trailer every night. Making sure he can hear Eddie’s heartbeat, forcing himself not to climb through the window when he can hear him tossing and turning, unable to sleep. He never gets close, doesn’t watch him sleep or anything, he’s not like that, Steve just wants to protect and this is the only way he knows how without telling Eddie exactly how he feels.

It’s worse when he’s in wolf form, can feel the pull of Eddie, wants to be with him, wants to keep him safe. Steve wants to talk to Robin and Dustin about this whole body need but can’t. He can’t let them know that the wolf is winning. Can’t risk them looking at him with wary eyes. So he keeps himself quiet and he does his best to protect his friends.

That is until one full moon night one of Eddie’s ‘business meetings’ goes wrong and suddenly Hawkins own Steve Harrington is bounding through town in wolf form because Eddie is in danger.

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listen, i know we all love vampire hunter steve and kas!eddie but i see that and raise you: werewolf hunter eddie and werewolf!steve. 

eddie grew up hearing stories about the wolves and how his family had hunted them for generations but he never believed it, not really. it was just some story wayne would rattle off to spook him when the rustling in the woods behind the trailer got a little loud and a little too close. 

but then there’s whispers. an abnormal amount of deer end up dead, mauled with their necks snapped. people start claiming they see glowing eyes peering out at them from the treeline. growls that echo into the cold night air and howls that sound out only when the moon is at it’s fullest. 

eddie still thinks it bullshit. that is, until the kids start going missing. 

wayne gets out gear that eddie has never seen and straps him full of silver bullets and teaches him how to shoot something from 50 feet away and holy shit are the wolves really a threat? they aren’t some made up fairy tale to keep a hyperactive boy out of the woods at night? the next thing eddie knows, they’re marking dates off a calendar with a big red sharpie and he has a belt full of bullets wrapped around his waist at all times per wayne’s request. 

it isn’t until one of his own goes missing that it clicks in his head. nancy wheeler of all people shows up at their trailer with bloodshot eyes and a sawed off shotgun asking if ‘the other hunters’ still live there and wayne is pulling her in with an arm around the shoulder. mike is gone, eddie finds out, and any anger he had at the twerp for missing hellfire this week dissipates into pure worry. 

he isn’t a hunter, he doesn’t know where to start, but wayne does. he and nancy go over everything, heads close together as they point over maps of hawkins while eddie bites at his fingernails behind them. they two of them narrow it down to a place over near loch nora, at least that’s all eddie can comprehend. there were a few sightings from trustworthy sources so they pack up the van and head that way. 

“you’re good with all this, nancy?” they don’t know each other, not really. a few classes here or there over the 13 years they’d gone to school together. she hums as a response, counts over the bullets in her lap before shoving a silver blade in alongside her slouchy boots. 

eddie was expecting wolves. he was expecting fur and teeth and beasts twice their size, vicious, snarling. he wasn’t expecting robin buckley and steve harrington in tattered clothes with wild hair and mike fucking wheeler sitting at their sides. wayne doesn’t hesitate, was taught not to, pulls up his gun and points it at steve. “wait!” eddie shouts, pushing his arm down just as steve stands, looking so fucking tired. 

“we just took him for his safety. the others, they tried to-” steve says, hands up in defense. robin’s arm circles around mike’s shoulders as she peers into the dense forest around them. she was scared and steve was tired and oh

“it’s not you doing the killings, is it?” eddie asks. steve turns to look at him, his eyes big and bright, eyebrows furrowed as if he’s surprised that eddie pieced it together that fast. steve’s eyes roam over his frame, take in the bullets on his belt and goddamnit does eddie hate the fear that he sees in steve’s eyes. he wants to fix it. “it couldn’t be you two. you’re too… good.”

“eddie,” wayne starts, gun back on steve and nancy has her knife in hand, blade catching the tiniest shimmers of sunlight. “son, they’re monsters.”

and that’s what gets him. eddie looks at these people who he’s known for forever, remember the way his heart would flutter when he’d see steve in the hallway, how he’d always borrow a pencil from robin in english because he’d forget his own. how could they be monsters when he’s known them his whole life?

“i’ll stay with them.” eddie walks over to mike, pats the top of his head and meets steve’s eye again. he nods and gets a tentative one in return. he looks to nancy, sees her fist tighten over the hilt of her dagger before walking over and joining the four of them. 

wayne somehow agrees, tells eddie to look after himself and call if he needs help, if things get too… out of hand. nancy and robin take mike into the rundown cabin they were squatting in and start to settle in for the night. steve and eddie stay outside, a wide berth between them. 

“it’s a full moon tonight,” steve says. his eyes don’t leave eddie’s face but he seems more relaxed than before. “i’m surprised your hunter uncle would let you stay here.” steve kicks at a rock on the ground, the sound of it scattering breaking up the silence between them. “i’m dangerous.”

eddie looks at him. takes in his face, really takes it in and decides that he couldn’t care if steve was dangerous or not. he was still steve from high school, steve that he had a stupid crush on which now has eddie wondering if it’s some divine intervention from generations of hunters past. that he was meant to find steve and stay by his side. 

“i think i can manage.”

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Maybe this is the monster fucker in me but…

Steve accidentally summons a demon while cooking (it’s Eddie).

He was trying a pasta sauce recipe joyce recommended and you put enough herbs in a pot, accidentally cut your finger and accidentally yell some ancient Latin while your in pain and you may just summon a demon.

When Steve sees Eddie he doesn’t scream like most humans do. Or try to get him to do their bidding, which throws the newly summoned son of Lilith in to a confused state.

Because A) he’s having a hard enough time believing that this dweeb in the polo did a blood ritual to summon him, I mean seriously what? Look at him. And B) this guy looks like a fucking soccer mom really, he can’t believe it. He’s being way too chill about this, some random guy demon standing in his living room.

He looks at him in surprise for a moment before turning back to his cauldron- which looks a lot like someone’s grandmas sauce-pot but whatever.

“Oh, hey man. Jesus you scared the shit out of me.” He chuckles. “You’re that new friend of Wills right? You’re a little early, the kids probably won’t be here for like another half hour, but don’t worry about it, grab a seat at the island. I’m Steve, which im sure you know, what’s your name again?”

He turns around for a second. “Eddie”.

Steve smiles at him, a sweet genuine thing before returning to his sauce pot-cauldron.

Who the fuck is will? Whatever, he’ll go with it. Why not.

It’s becoming more and more evident that “Steve” has no idea what he just did, and that hasn’t happened to Eddie since like, 1692. An accidental summoning, that is. Oh boy did he make a fucking splash with that one too.

“Aren’t you a little old to be hanging around my 14 year olds? I mean im not judging, I hang around them, but what are you, like 20?”

“Ill be 720 next month” he answers truthfully. “very funny” Steve deadpans.

“I promise im not ignoring you, im just trying to get this shit done. I’ve never used this recipe before and I’m beginning to think joyce is just fucking with me”

Eddie makes a humming noise in agreement.

“Careful with the parsley, you’ll summon a succubus” Eddie comments, genuinely.

“Oh ha ha real funny”.

Eddie is dead serious.

“If you don’t mind I could use some help with the garlic bread” Steve comments with a tint on his cheeks, like he’s shy about asking for help.

Eddie is up within a second modding.

“Good thing I’m just a demon and not a vampire” Eddie comments, and Steve grins.

“Really, the outfit could have fooled me”. Steve grins with a flirty wink.

“What do you need?”

“Oh! Uh, everything’s prepped. It’s just gotta get buttered and garlic’ed and then I gotta throw it in the oven. Only if you don’t mind-“

“I don’t, big boy. Don’t you worry about it”.

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Five minutes later, Eddie is on his knees in this pathetic humans kitchen, with two hands gripping his horns for dear life, who is crying out his name.

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Steve: So who’s up for a mystery tour? 

Eddie: From hell! 

Dustin: I want a divorce. 

*Sounds of Doken rocking in the background*

I ran out of time for a true Halloween picture so combined it with a movie night piece I’ve been sitting on.

I had trouble choosing the costumes, so many awesome 80s horror to go with. But in the end I decided Steve is very much a Fred, and loved watching the Scooby gang when little. As for Eddie NOES Dream Warriors came out and he’s so taken with that film, so had to be another Fred-dy lol The chaotic evil kind. It was that or I was going to go with Sammi Curr, a demonic rocker from beyond the grave from a little known film called Trick or Treat from ‘86. A film I’m sure the powers that be have watched as it’s about a Metalhead called Eddie who is bullied and plays a record backwards. And satanic panics up a rock god from hell. But didn’t think anyone would know Sammi so Freddy it was.

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Eddie is an immortal and Steve keeps being reincarnated. It takes him some years to remember everything from his past lives but eventually he does. And in that time, Eddie finds him again. Steve asks him if he ever gets lonely in those 20 years, waiting for Steve to come back. Eddie always lies, tells him that all he thinks about his how happy he will be when Steve finally comes home. He never tells Steve about those lonely nights when all he can think to do is count all the times Steve has died in his arms, the heartbreaking fear that this time he might not return.

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Okay, as much as I love vampire!Eddie AUs (and I do; I love them) I think it's time to mix it up a bit.

Siren!Eddie needs to make an appearance.

Eddie's dad used to be a fisherman and he caught himself a siren. He was an awful person so when he found out what exactly it was he caught, he took the siren and traveled as far from any large body of water as he could.

She was lucky in that, eventually, she was able to escape and return to her home-waters but not before she had to make the dreadful man a son. A son that was left behind because there was a risk that he was too much Land and not enough Sea. She couldn't risk being tied to Land at all. Not after everything she went through; she never wanted to touch Land again.

But she made sure to teach her son, her little boy Eddie, how to hide. She gave him rules to keep him safe once she was gone.

Never go in the water, Eddie. Yes I know it whispers to you, but you can never go in the water okay? Bad things will happen to you if you go in the water.

She expected this; that he'd hear the Call. This was something she needed to tear out of him as soon as possible. It would hurt less that way; it would be easier to ignore the Call if he never submerged in natural water. She took them to the lake. They sat on the shore. She would smack him every time he edged too close to the water. The first few visits involved a lot of hitting.

She would bundle him into her arms, and kiss his head, and murmur consolation afterwards when he was in tears and hiccuping from the need to go in the water. Eventually, he learned to flinch whenever water lapped too close to him.

I know you love music but you can never sing for an audience. No one must ever hear your voice like that. I don't care how much you like it, Eddie, you will listen to me. Bad things will happen if you sing for others.

She knew the urge to sing would run through his veins. It was as natural as speaking was to humans. Natural, however, did not mean vital; it did not mean necessary. All it really meant was risk. Any time she caught him so much as humming in public she'd pinch his ear until his hum turned to a whine of pain. She'd do it even when his hum was audible only to sirens ears. He didn't always notice when he did that but he learned to pay attention and stop himself.

She rewarded him sometimes when he was especially restrained. She allowed him to sing only when mama sings with him. When she was free in the waves, one of the few memories of Land she permitted herself to keep was the handful of times she and Eddie found themselves a lonely, quiet place where they could sing along to a battered old radio together.

Don't go near anyone who is bleeding. Do you hear me? Never get near human blood. Oh, and don't eat fish.

The teeth were a surprise. Her baby was born as toothless as a human. His teeth later sprouted as dull as human teeth. But then her captor hit her on a day that she was already on a knife's edge and Eddie was squirming and grumbling in her arms. She raked her claws across the man's face and as he screamed at her, her little Eddie gnawed at her bloodied claws with little gurgling growls, his small teeth pricked at her fingertips, sharp as any of her kind. It took a while for her boy's teeth to blunt again. The only other time his teeth sharpened was when the man brought home cheap, stinking sushi. To mock her, probably, as if such food could compare to the relish of tearing her teeth through the belly of a writhing living fish.

She did not punish Eddie for this rule. She could not bring herself to punish him for his hunger. No one can help their hunger. She lied instead. Told him he would sicken and die if he ate fish or touched another human's blood.

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Eddie loved his mama. He cried for ages and ages when she disappeared. Mostly because he missed her. Partly because with her gone, he'd never be allowed to sing again.

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Eddie is like a shapeshifter mothman who meets fae Steve, who sparkles and glows. He is prettier and more alluring than any lamp Eddie's flown straight at.

Eddie tells him as much and of course Steve starts shining like a beacon in the night asking "How many lamps have you run into."

Eddie trying for cool and collected brushing his singed antenna(is that what they're called) back trying to come up with a good line instead his mouth answers before his brian can catch up "All of them." Which is unfortunately true, it is why half the street lamps in town don't work.

He is feeling embarrassed and a little annoyed at his own filter until Steve glows brighter with his mirth. Eddie cannot help moving closer drawn like a flame but Steve just curls an arm around him inviting him to fly into his arms. So much softer, gentler than all of those lamps.

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it’s a kind of magic

pairing: steve/eddie word count: 9k a/n: this was written for the king hellfire discord halloween event and the prompts i picked were ‘halloween party’ 'haunted house’ and 'baking’, which i then combined in this absolutely unhinged piece of fictionhope you enjoy! summary:

“Are you sure you don’t want another cup of tea? One for the road?” Eddie asks, wandering after Steve towards the counter. He needs to start actually getting things ready if he wants to open in half an hour.

“Nah, I’m good, thank you,” Steve says, and then turns towards the teacups that are still floating near the ceiling. “And thank you,” he adds, and does a little bow.

The teacups titter happily and Eddie shakes his head with a laugh.“Stop charming my store. It’s going to like you more than me.”

“That’s the plan,” Steve says, grabbing the order sheet Eddie signed off the counter, leaving Eddie a copy. “All right, see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says, smiling at him. “See you tomorrow.” And then Steve disappears through the door. The teacups rearrange themselves in a pattern that looks suspiciously like a heart. Eddie puts his middle finger up at them, but there’s not real heat behind it, and then starts taking chairs off tables.

Or, Eddie runs a haunted tea shop. Steve supplies him his baked goods. Somewhere in the midst of it all, they fall in love.

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modern au !!

steve and robin run a ghost hunting youtube channel. eddie, their camera person, quickly becomes a fan favourite after the anniversary blooper video shows eddie flustering steve with little pet names and witty lines. steve, who is well known as being quick to try and charm whoever the group come across; supernatural or not, doesn't love this side of himself (red and pining) being broadcast across the internet.

but fan service wins out, so eddies little inputs get put into the official videos a lot more. steve still grumbling from time to time because he thinks it hurts his image, but people call his blush cute so he gets over it again pretty quick.

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Steves mom gets a cat. He's a chubby boy who hates being picked up, hates getting too much attention and doesn't like playing. He likes to do his own thing and sometimes sit next to someone so they can pet him for maybe ten minutes. Steves mom thinks hes perfect.

But then they leave, just two weeks after getting the cat, leaving Steve to take care of him. Steve is so sure it's going to be miserable. He doesn't need something else to ignore him at home. He'd rather be alone than feel the sting of rejection.

But the cat loves him. Steve starts calling him Baby so much that it sticks- Steve even forgets what his actual name is and Baby won't respond to anything else. He won't respond to anyone else. He's obsessed with Steve.

He always yowls at the doors when Steve tries to close them, scratching at them. He sits and meows when Steve has things on his laps, not shutting up until Steve makes space for him to curl up on him. He's always in Steves room, sleeping on his bed or the pile of old clothes so he's surrounded by Steves scent.

He even lets Steve pick him up. Not for long but, whenever he does, Baby uses the excuse to nuzzle his neck, rub his cheek on Steves, lick behind his ears. He's always purring when Steve is touching him.

One time, when Eddie had been getting a little rough with Steve, Baby had attacked him. Scratching and biting until he bled quite a lot, hissing whenever he tried to go near Steve the rest of the night. He wouldn't even let Eddie give Steve a goodbye kiss.

The dynamic is very clear after that; Steve is Babys human, and as long as that cat is around, no one is allowed to hurt him.

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