#necromancer steve harrington

[jellyfishloveletterghosts]

Baby Did You Come Back Wrong

Back on my necromancer Steve bullshit with the came back wrong trope this time.

Warnings: Reanimated Billy Hargrove, Neil Hargrove dying, blood drinking.

Baby Did You Come Back Wrong (I’ll Love You Anyway)

Steve is half asleep on the couch, covered in dirty but too tired from the night's activities to trudge upstairs to the bathroom for a much needed shower. He is dozing more than sleeping, amped up and the memory of what Billy had looked like when they cracked open his grave is haunting him. So every time he gets close to sleep there is that memory twisted in a nightmare where it did not work, where Steve was not able to work life back into him.

 The phone goes off, the ring loud in the quiet of the house, echoing off the walls shrilly. He thinks about ignoring it, about dragging the pillow over his head and pretending he really is sleeping. Deliberates so long it stops, quiet surrounding him once more, almost louder than before in it’s nothing ness.

 He jumps when the phone starts up again, nearly falling off the couch with it. He gets up by the second ring and trudges to the wall phone in the kitchen, leaning against the door frame as he picks it up. “Hello?”

 "I think Billy came back wrong." Max whisper shouts from the other end. Steve blinks a few times at the wall and shakes his head. He was a little off when he came back, a little more quiet, more reserved. He experienced a traumatic death. It would be stranger if he came back completely fine.

"No, he came back perfect." Skin shifting from drawn taunt gray to plump with collagen and that golden tan that is just part of Billy’s genetics. His hair that had been brittle was bouncy again, lush golden curls framing his face, hanging down to his shoulders. No black veins or black goo as Steve worked magic to fill in the holes of his body with borrowed flesh. He came back healed but full of scars littering his body and Steve is sure they litter his psyche as well. 

 "Steve!” There is panic in her voice drawing him out of the memory of Billy’s blue eyes going from glassy to bright and shining, staring up at Steve with clarity as he offered a hand to help him out of his grave. Max lowers her voice again, nearly gritting out the words. “He definitely came back wrong."

 Steve sighs, rubs a hand through his hair and then grimaces as he looks at the dirt under his nails. Starts rubbing his thumb nail under the nail on his index finger trying to work the dirty away. "Max, he just has to get used to being back." Steve cannot imagine it, not really. He has never died, only had near death experiences courtesy of the upside down. He doubts even those experiences come close to actually dying.

 "He killed Neil!" Max shouts again making him jump, nail slipping and digging hard under his other nail. It hurts, makes him hiss like a disgruntled cat.

 "Oh…” Steve knows he should care that Billy killed Neil, knows it should be a big deal. He does not care though, from what he knows it is probably justified. Billy deserves some revenge on the one monster still around to take it. “From what I understand he probably deserved it." Besides, he could have attacked anyone, could have lashed out at Steve or Max in the graveyard, or fled and gone after some random passerby. He didn’t so either Neil instigated or at least Billy knows who is and is not the enemy. So not a big problem even if a dead body is inconvenient, Steve already knows the location of a recently vacated gravy.

 Max is not as reasonable and understanding as Steve yelling in his ear again. "STEVE!” He sighs tiredly and knows even if he could manage to sleep he will not be getting the chance anytime soon. “Billy is hunched over Neil licking the blood from the ground." 

 Oh! That is worthy of alarm. "I'm on my way." Steve’s own voice is the loud one this time, hanging up before way is even full out of his mouth. 

 Fuck Steve hopes this is not going to be a thing. He does not think he has the heart to put Billy back in the grave if it comes to it. He needs to make sure it never comes to that.

TBC ??? Maybe

#harringrove #jellyghostfic #fanfiction #st fic #necromancer steve harrington #reanimated billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #if you like this it would be great if you rebloged it

[spaceofentropy]

It's Sunday afternoon here and chapter 2, "Cool in a creepy way" is up!

In which there's midnight 3AM spaghetti, explanations, and a very comfy couch.

Also, the circle of life is a bloody thing and magic isn't kind. *shrugs*

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #my fic #an affinity for dead things #get ready for blood and dead animals #and food #but not in the same place I swear #necromancer!Steve does necromancer stuff #harringrove bigbang

[bound-vivisection]

I love the idea of Steve being the person that brings Eddie back. Like after the demobat attacks he finds himself tied to the upside down similar to how Will is. Steve never accepted Eddie’s death and as he is becoming more accustomed to his supernatural side he accidentally brings back Eddie. Eddie however isn’t quite human anymore. Basically what I am saying is give me Necromancer!Steve, and Kas!Eddie.

#if anyone wants to dm me about this feel free lol #also have my permission to use this as a prompt #i wanna see it #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington/eddie munson #bisexual steve harrington #gay eddie munson #kas theory #kas!eddie #necromancer!steve

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

Untamed

All Old Things are New Again by The Feels Whale (miscellea)

Full-time necromancer and part-time cam boy, Wei Wuxian, finds himself unexpectedly homeless. An enthusiastic patron comes to his rescue.

Conversely:

Immortal Cultivator Lan Wangji has been waiting a long time for his deceased husband to be reincarnated again. In retrospect, he should have anticipated that this is how it would go.

DC

myself and this body that they stuck me in by misspickman

"Oh,” Bart says with a hint of surprise in his voice. “You look so pretty.”

“I look like a girl,” he rebuts. He's not sure why he's even continuing this conversation.

Bart, blissfully unaware of Kon's internal crisis, shrugs and says, “Well, I think you'd make a lovely girl."

when I see myself, I always know where you are by suzukiblu

"There's no point in killing Superboy," Match says reasonably. "It's not like you'd care if he died."

"The Agenda thinks I wouldn't care if Superboy died?" Superman asks incredulously, just staring at him. "Why, because he's a clone?"

"Because I reported back my interactions with you when I was pretending to be him," Match corrects, puzzled by the vehemence of the response. "And also the lack thereof."

"What?" Superman says, still just staring.

Stranger Things

smoking guns (hot to the touch) by fivecenturiesverse (+ podfic)

Sure, they've saved the world, but the best part of that really is that it doesn't end there and in a town where everyone thinks he murdered a girl, he's at least got Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley. It's really not his fault he accidentally starts living at Steve's house, he was invited, after all. There's a mystery too, about Barbara Holland and Steve's pool.

“Your boner is digging into me,” says Robin, and Steve snorts a tired sort of laugh.

“I don’t have a —”

“You do, I can feel it. Gross.”

“Okay, but it’s only a little one,” he says in a small voice which sounds like he’s impersonating someone.

“Are you ever going to let that go? I peed a little bit when the Russians got the torture devices out, okay?” She sounds amused, though.

Eddie jolts. “Russian torture devices?”

Robin carries on like she didn’t hear him but Steve catches his eye and he’s grinning. “How do you even have a boner dude? You were definitely having a nightmare I know your twitching means a nightmare… Did you have a boner over Vecna?"

M!ik

Iruma's Bloodline Ability by SpeedOfSnake

"Of course!” Asmodeus took the bait. “I am talking about Iruma-sama's ability to wipe the minds of his enemies.”

...Iruma had the ability to do what now?

...

Asmodeus believes Iruma has a bloodline ability, and Iruma tries to figure out why.

Star Wars

Back Where We Belong by thiswildheart

"Obi-Wan," Anakin breathed, and the dread crystallised into heartbreaking terror.

Of course. He should have known. Maybe he had known, but been too afraid to look it in the eye.

Not the kids, not Padmé, but someone as dear to him as they were. No wonder he'd been so sure his family was in danger.

(The war is over and Palpatine's gone, yet traces of his intended empire still threaten Anakin's family. Anakin will not fall again, but he's prepared to use everything the Light can offer to get his brother home.)

#happy friday :)) #weekly fic round up #my posts #fic recs #sw recs #untamed recs #m!ik recs #dc recs #stranger things recs

[shiftylinguini]

Fic: right-side up (Steve/Eddie)

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Tags/warnings:  Fix-It, Eddie Munson Lives (again), Vomiting, Mild Blood, Descriptions of Nerve Pain, Resurrection, Claustrophobia, coming back to life has one hell of a hangover, Off-screen Necromancy, flashes of Witchy Steve, References to Period-Typical Homophobia, First Time, Hand Jobs, Life-Affirming Sex, the age old question of: "how soon after you resurrect someone is too soon to hit on them?", no amphibians were harmed in the making of this Munson, showering, Caretaking, Hurt/Comfort

Wordcount: ~13.8k

Notes: Big thanks to @candybarrnerd for knowing me very fucking well and sending me the Tumblr post which inspired this, to @moonflower-rose and @silveredsound for politely and graciously listening to me wang on about this ship, and to @gracerene for proofreading my junk even though she doesn't go here ❤️

Additional warnings: the claustrophobia tag refers to a description of waking up buried in the ground, as well as discussions of the processes of death. This is also from Eddie's POV as the resurectee. Take care!!

(I've also fucked about with some canon such as the Creel house being a place any of them would ever have obtained a book from, we love to hand-wave logic here)

Summary:  

"Holy shit," Eddie says. "Ta-fucking-da indeed, Harrington. Who died and made you king of the necromancers?" he says, almost impressed.

Steve snorts, quietly. "You?" he says, and that shuts Eddie up.

On ao3 here

#pretend I put a nice banner on this #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #mind the tags!! #and let me know if there is anything i should be also tagging

[bigbangharringrove]

An affinity for dead things

Author: @spaceofentropy (Ao3: zeros83) Artist: @bigolemantiddies (Ao3: A_goodboy; IG: steven_creates) Artist: @raven-cl (Ao3: Raven_CL) Beta Reader: @kallisto-k (Ao3: DragonsIre)

Summary: Billy Hargrove has been dead and buried for a month and a half when Steve sets up to steal his body from his grave. The goal: to use magic to bring him back to life. The only problem is that magic always has a price, and things are never as easy as they seem. Rating: E Pairings: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington; background Nancy Wheeler/Jonathan Byers Content Tags: magic AU; post season 3; necromancer!Steve; grave robbing; Neil Hargrove; letters and postcards; Billy Hargrove is bad at feelings; platonic Stobin; sculptress Robin; speedrun through a different season 4 Content Warnings: neglectful parents; referenced child abuse; Neil Hargrove; blood and gore; dead animals; undead animals; skeletons and bones; knives; scars; homicide; canonical Upside Down/Vecna stuff

Excerpt & Art Previews:

Steve keeps on calling Hargrove back. Never stops pouring magic inside the cold body. He offers Billy life, shelter, warmth, another chance at building a future. The sun shining on his skin. The roar of the ocean. New and old music. Fast cars and deserted roads. Drinking beer while smoking a cigarette. Terrible food combinations when the munchies hit him at night. The perfect morsel of food, waiting for him somewhere around the world. The small things that make life worth living. The big things that make life scary. An explanation for what happened at Starcourt. The chance to experience what magic can do. The earthly pleasure of a living body, and those of the mind too. The magic flows with every syllable and Steve can feel more and more damage get undone while sweat beads on his skin and snakes down his back. He keeps on calling, keeps on offering, keeps on hoping. And then the ink on Billy's skin... it turns into dust. Raises in the air. Paints the currents of magic in the room grey and black. "The doors are open," Steve recites, holding Billy's hand even tighter, feeling like this, right here, right now, is the exact moment for the final invocation, "the road lies wide and free for you, Billy Hargrove. I've bribed it open for you with gifts of blood and water, I've prepared your body for your return, on a bed of anguish I've carved my prayers and laid my offerings. Listen to my call, beloved, and, if that pleases you, come back to the world of the living. Come listen to my voice in person. Come see the sun again, oh lost one, so that I can at least give you a proper goodbye before we're parted forever." Steve presses his lips to the tips of Billy's fingers and murmurs against his skin a soft, almost inaudible, please, Cali, come to me. The clamor of Billy's flesh knitting back together falls silent. Nothing happens. Not a fucking thing.

#harringrovebbpreview2023 #harringrove bigbang

[blaqcats-fics]

I've been juggling between Steddie ideas lately, trying to come up with a solid fic idea since my 5+1 Italian!Steve is completed.

I'm working on Werewolf!Eddie fic, but it's a slow one since my ideas have kinda gone down the drain for that one, but I still wanted a supernatural-isc Steddie fic?

Like here's a few ideas:

Necromancer!Steve Harrington where raises Eddie back from the dead, but with some rather complicated consequences. Angst w/ a Happy Ending. Takes place at the end of '86 and through '87.

90's AU with PunkRocker!Steve Harrington who has an ongoing feud with Rockstar!Eddie Munson. Enemies to Lovers.

Canon Divergence AU where Nancy and Steve are still dating, but the events of Season 1/2 start taking place and while Nancy is together with Jonathan, Steve's seeking comfort in Eddie. Based on the song Scotty Doesn't Know.

Fantasy AU where Steve is the son of a prostitute married into nobility, but he gets killed for being a 'villain', but by some power, he gets sent 6 years back in the past with a chance to take revenge/change his fate. He leaves his country and meets Eddie (who's the Crown Prince of his country).

I don't know I have so many ideas guys.

#steddie #steddie fanfic #fic ideas #babygirl steve harrington #steve harrington #punk steve #rockstar eddie munson #witch steve #secret relationship #enemies to loves #fantasy au #ao3 writer #stranger things #nancy wheeler #eddie munson #vampire eddie munson

[glygriffe]

Rec list of the month

I started reading late in the month of May but here are the little gems I collected on the way. (I also started to hoard some fics to read later so there's that to look forward to!)

Supernatural

Prettiest One: A little bit of fluff to soften the pain of a broken leg. By @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior (Dean x Reader)

Untitled drabble: Making sure Dean is ok and opening a door into his psyche he rarely uses... A drabble by @lipstickandwhiskey (Dean, Reader)

Jack's Garden: A short story of what Paradise looks like for Jack, and who are his gardeners... by @posingasme on AO3 (No pairing)

A leprechaun in the bunker: a sweet story about soulmates and slowish burn by @kazsrm67 (Dean x Reader)

Untitled: a short fluffy piece about how the love of a child can change you by @shellygurumi (Dean, Castiel - kind of background pairing)

Foxholes: a mature ficlet by@thoughtslikeaminefield about Annie Hawkings and her sexy times with Bobby, Sam, and Dean that suggests more than it tells. But it tells enough to get my imagination going... (Annie x Bobby, Annie x Dean, Annie x Sam)

Homesick: a short Sam POV from the pilot episode by @mrswhozeewhatsis that is equally fluff and angst. (Sam x Jess)

Alone, I know: No one understood the emotional damage Sam endured in the Cage. A whump ficlet by Rulerofpotatoes on AO3. (No pairing)

What more can I say: to laugh a little. By @justagirlinafandomworld (Sam x Reader)

Best laid plans: (Supernatural adjacent) A sweet RPF series about falling in love in the land of the rich and famous by @thinkinghardhardlythinkingogblog (Jensen x Reader)

Stranger Things

Untitled: A season 4 Upside-down finale battle AU where Steve and Eddie fight side by side with the help of Robin and Nancy by @metalhoops. (Eddie x Steve)

Untitled: How dating Steve Harrington changed Eddie Munson? by @metalhoops (Eddie x Steve)

Other fandoms or original works

Gotta Catch 'Em All (Pokémon, Bas Guys, Etc.): a sweet IronDad trying to be a good parent to Peter. By @lemonlillybee on AO3 (Tony Stark, Peter Parker)

Necromancer EMT: Annabelle has trouble getting recertified… 😆 by @ofgeography (No pairing)

Tumblr’s lore: the love story of Todd and Annette by a collective based on a prompt by @writing-prompt-s (funny enough, no pairing - except maybe Annette x Charles)

#rec list #fic recs

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

right-side up

by shiftylinguini

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Character: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Dustin Henderson Additional Tags: Fix-It, Eddie Munson Lives, (again), Vomiting, Mild Blood, Descriptions of Nerve Pain, Resurrection, Claustrophobia, coming back to life has one hell of a hangover, Off-screen Necromancy, flashes of Witchy Steve, References to Period-Typical Homophobia, First Time, Hand Jobs, Life-Affirming Sex, the age old question of: "how soon after you resurrect someone is too soon to hit on them?", no amphibians were harmed in the making of this Munson, showering, Caretaking, Hurt/Comfort Words: 13,812 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

"Holy shit," Eddie says. "Ta-fucking-da indeed, Harrington. Who died and made you king of the necromancers?" he says, almost impressed. Steve snorts, quietly. "You?" he says, and that shuts Eddie up.

#steddie #steddie fic rec #oneshot #10-25k #fix it #witch steve #hurt/comfort

[xenon-demon]

ALSO!!!! "hand me my shovel, i'm going in!"?????? heLLO? love that 🫶

okay this one is SO MUCH FUN once I've gotten through at least one Big WIP (either gravity or cheerscoops fake dating) I'm definitely coming back to focus on this one. The title comes from the song of the same name by Will Wood and the Tapeworms!

The concept for this AU is that Hawkins (circa 1986) is under attack from a local serial killer, but they have absolutely no idea. Why not? Because Eddie Munson, local necromancer, keeps resurrecting the victims before they're found and reported as dead. This is staying under wraps for now, as all the victims are people generally ignored by society; people from the trailer park, the local drunks, the disenfranchised. People who, post-revival, will generally chalk the whole thing up to a hallucination or a bad dream, but even if they did tell someone it's not like anyone would believe them.

Eddie, meanwhile, is growing increasingly frustrated with the fact no one he revives can remember anything about who did this to them. They remember enough to know it was a violent death (although Eddie already knows that from the state he finds their bodies in), but their memories are too fuzzy to know who did it - and memories of dying and being brought back fade pretty quickly, as a general rule. Eddie doesn't make any headway on figuring out who the culprit is until he brings back the killer's latest victim: Steve Harrington.

Upon being revived, Steve's immediate reaction is "why the fuck is Eddie Munson here, what the fuck is going on and also I'm pretty sure I died for a second there?" in that order. Upon explaining the situation, Steve agrees to help Eddie find who's responsible for these killings and do something about it.

This is kind of an S4 replacement/canon divergence in that Upside Down Shit has been happening since '83, but also it's very much not in that the Upside Down works differently here and things happened differently to how they did in canon (there's almost no government presence in this AU, for example). It's essentially purgatory/the halfway dimension between our world and the afterlife, so Will and El both have their own magical bullshit going on. Think of it as them being sorcerers (innate aptitude for magic) and Eddie being a wizard (learned magical abilities), yknow?

Send me an ask about my WIPs!

#charlie writes things #steddie #steddie au #necromancer eddie munson #hand me my shovel i'm going in #there is sooooo much more i could say about this au but i'm trying to be BRIEF DAMN IT #also: eddie can only bring someone back from death once per person! i'm sure that won't be plot relevant :)

[hbyrde36]

Chapter 15!

Steve Harrington: Vampire Hunter

ao3 link

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12

Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Whoever was at Steve’s front door was persistent. They rang the bell over and over again as he rushed around, shoving his legs into a pair of sweatpants so he wouldn’t have to greet whoever it was in his underwear. He wasn’t expecting anyone this morning. Robin hadn’t texted and Wayne wasn’t due to pick him up for hours.

He padded barefoot to the door and was so annoyed by the constant buzzing that the second he reached it he threw it open wide. He couldn’t have been more surprised to find Jane, the scary young girl from Henry Creel's house standing on his doorstep.

“What, uh, can I, um, do for you, Jane?” Steve stuttered, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

She didn’t say a word in reply, just smiled and raised her hand palm-up in front of her face and made a little oh with her lips. Steve had a fraction of a second to notice the black powdery substance she was holding before she was suddenly blowing it right in his face. 

Whatever that stuff was, whatever she had done to him, the effect was immediate. The world around Steve swam and he felt himself begin to fall. He waited for the pain to hit him but it never came, blackness overtook him before he ever hit the floor. 

Steve came-to in a dark room with a dirt floor. It was cold enough to make him shiver and wish he had thought to throw on a t-shirt before answering his front door. In his defense he hadn’t expected to be abducted today. It smelled damp and musty and the word cellar came quickly to mind. He could feel that he wasn’t alone, that he was being watched, but he hadn’t turned his head yet to confirm who it was and so far had been careful to only open his eyes a crack.  He kept his breath even as he took stock of himself. 

He’d been knocked out plenty of times before, and in a few different ways, but the weird thing about this time was, he remembered everything and he felt…fine. 

It was no different than waking up from a nap. Nothing hurt, and he wondered if he had ever even hit the ground or if Jane had floated him away once he passed out like she had done with the objects in Creel’s house. There was also no fuzziness to his thoughts like there usually was when he got hit too hard in the head. He had the hysterical thought that he wished more bad guys would use the stuff she had.  

He finally opened his eyes and turned over. In the low light of a few candles he could see Jane sitting on top of a box no more than a few feet away. 

No, not a box. A coffin. 

Right, so it was still daylight outside. The question was, who was in the coffin? Henry didn’t seem to need to hide from the sun nor did Steve think a man like that would lower himself to rest in a place like this. 

Only one way to find out.

Steve cleared his throat. “Who’s in the box?���

“Oh, so I see you’re done pretending to be asleep now.” Jane said.

Steve sat up, still a little amazed at how good he felt. 

He decided to act dumb, though it was only partly an act because he really didn’t know what the hell was going on. “All this wasn’t necessary, I told Henry I would think about his offer and I meant it, but I haven’t decided yet. He promised me time, so what’s with the kidnapping routine?”

Jane grimaced at the mention of the ancient vampire’s name. “I am no longer on Henry’s side, although he does not know that yet. I don’t know if you’ve met my friend Angela.” She said, patting the box beneath her. “She’s promised to free me and my sister from him. We had a plan, but neither of us expected him to get his hands on a real live necromancer, so we had to improvise. When I met you yesterday at the house I knew I had to stop you from joining him.”

Okay. He didn’t really understand what she meant, or what made him so special, but he couldn't worry about that now. His top priority was to get the hell out of there before Angela woke. She was old and powerful and would likely rise before sunset. He didn’t know what time it was now, he didn’t know how long he’d been out of it, he just knew he needed to hurry. 

He didn’t want to hurt Jane if he could avoid it. Maybe she could be reasoned with.

“I haven’t agreed to help him yet.” Steve repeated, glad that he was telling the truth and hoping the sincerity carried through in his voice. “What if I promise not to help him, will you let me go then?”

Jane sighed as if she suspected this conversation was coming, but wasn’t looking forward to it. “I’m sorry, but It’s more complicated than that now I'm afraid. We can’t have you helping your Master of the City either. Angela must kill him and rise to the position herself to have any hope of defeating Henry.”

Steve knew what was coming next. Jane would ask for his cooperation to put Angela in charge, which he was never going to do. He felt for Jane, in a way. If she really was doing all this to gain her and her sisters freedom, he could almost understand. Though, even the bad guys had families sometimes and he couldn’t afford to assume anything about this girl just because she loved her sister. 

But, maybe he could try to convince her that Angela couldn’t be trusted. 

“Jane, I know you don’t know me, and I don’t know much about your situation, but I have met Angela and I can assure she is not your friend. If Henry is bad, then she is worse. She…”

Jane cut him off. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. She is my friend! She promised!”

“Angela and her people have murdered innocents, Jane. Did you know that? Did she tell you what she did to them? Her and her friends attacked me and an older man, unprovoked. She almost killed us. And when we did manage to get the upper hand she was going to let us kill one of her friends. She didn’t care what happened to him.” 

“You’re making that up. You're trying to trick me!” She shouted

"No honey, I swear I’m not. I also swear that if you let me go I will do everything in my power to help you and your sister. It’s part of my job, to help people who are in trouble with vampires. Please, just let me go before she wakes, we can both go. I’ll keep you safe.”

Jane threw her hands over her ears and screamed wordlessly, trying to drown out what he was saying. As she did, things began to explode all around them. Glass mason jars, tins of screws, and barrels full of liquid. 

She hopped down off the coffin and stood glaring down at him with eyes simmering with fear and anger. “She warned me you would do this! She told me not to talk to you alone but you woke too early! She will be up soon and you will see. You will have to join us or die. There is no other choice. Anything else puts Kali at risk, so you better start preparing yourself for whatever fate you choose.”

Jane walked off to the other end of the space and sat down…on the bottom step. He hadn’t noticed it before but there were three short steps that led to a set of metal doors, only the barest hint of outdoor light visible around the edges. She had closed her eyes and seemed to be meditating.  

Steve wracked his brain for what to do. He was pretty sure he could overpower the girl physically, but Jane was a witch and he didn’t know the limits of what she could do. He had his own power he could try to tap into, but if he did that she would probably sense it and he would lose any element of surprise. 

There was one thing he could do. The one bit of magic he could do better than anyone else, it was as easy as breathing and required only the smallest amount of his power. He dug his fingers into the dirt floor and could sense the bodies that lay beneath it. He didn’t know if they were more of Angela's victims or if the house that stood above them had once belonged to a serial killer, but there were several sets of bones under this ground and one of them lay right under Jane’s feet.

He pushed his fingers further into the earth and called to the bones, releasing only the barest hint of his power. The zombie didn’t need to look good, it just needed to rise and do his bidding. In his mind he whispered to the dead man what he wanted him to do, along with an apology for using his earthly body this way. 

The zombie was ready, itching to burst towards the surface but Steve held him fast, told him to wait, wait for just one more minute.

Steve got to his feet and slowly approached the girl, better to be as close to the doors as possible before he gave away his advantage. 

Her eyes shot open at his movement. “What are you doing?” She asked, and she sounded appalled as if stunned he would move from his spot without permission. If she had really expected him to stay put maybe she should have tied him down. She wasn't very good at this. Maybe it was her first kidnapping. 

“You looked upset, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He lied. 

She tilted her head staring at him with furrowed brows. 

A few more steps and he’d be right in front of her, it was time. He let go of the metaphorical leash he was holding and instantly a bony hand broke through the packed dirt and grabbed on hard and fast to her ankle. 

Jane cried out and tried to wrench her leg from its grip. Steve dodged around her, praying that the door wasn’t somehow locked from the outside. It wasn’t, but there was a chain wrapped around the pull handles secured with a padlock. It was old and rusted, Steve yanked on it but the links didn’t break. He scanned the room sure there would be something around to help him break through, and he was right. There was a shovel with a metal head leaning against the wall only a few feet away. 

He lunged for it as he listened to Jane continue to struggle with his zombie. It had now completely escaped its shallow grave and had its arms locked around her waist. She was screaming in terror. He wondered why she wasn’t using her powers. Maybe all she had was telekinesis or maybe wrestling with an animated dead body that was nothing more than bones and bits of flesh was just frightening enough to make her forget about everything else.

He hit the chain with the head of the shovel as hard as he could. Three or four good whacks and the links snapped. He started to unwind the remaining length of chain from the door when the lid to Angelas coffin popped open with a crash. He’d hoped she would go for Jane first, to help free her from the zombie but of course she didn’t. She went right for Steve. He tossed the chain aside and quickly snapped the shovel handle in half over his leg. He may not have shoes or a shirt, but now he had two wooden stakes. It was better than nothing.

Angela grabbed Steve by the throat and slammed him into the steps, hissing in his face. His back hit the edge of one of the wooden planks and it hurt like a motherfucker but he managed to hold on to his only weapons. He jammed one of the bits of wood into her side, digging it in as deep as he could. It wasn’t a killing blow, but that wasn’t the goal here. He just needed to distract her long enough to get the doors open. The daylight would do the rest. 

She reared back, shrieking in pain and yelling at Jane to help her. Steve scrambled backwards up the final step and rammed his shoulder into the center of the double doors pushing them open and sending sunlight cascading into his end of the cellar. 

Angela shrieked again and threw herself further back into the shadows of the opposite end of the cellar.

Steve struggled to his feet, back aching and more than one splinter in the bottom of his foot, but he did it and ran out into the backyard of a small house. Autumn leaves crunched under his feet and the sound echoed behind him. He looked back over his shoulder to find Jane standing a few feet outside of the cellar watching his escape. He expected her to at least run after him, or worse, but she just stood there and shouted to him. 

“The black powder is deadly.” It was enough to slow him down, to give him pause. He turned to face her from twenty feet away. “There is no antidote, but I know a spell that will heal you. Otherwise, you’ll die within hours. Stay, agree to bond with Angela and I’ll save your life.”  

Steve wasn’t buying it, he felt fine. She was just trying to scare him into turning back. He was bathed in sunlight, Angela couldn’t get to him, and Jane seemed reluctant to leave her. 

He wouldn’t fall for it. He turned his back on her and ran.

Steve had been walking on the side of the road for only about ten minutes when a car pulled up beside him. He’d started out running, and kept it up until he could no longer see the abandoned house and he was sure that Jane wasn’t going to give chase, but his feet were getting torn up in the process and eventually he’d been forced to slow down.

“You look like you could use a ride.” A familiar female voice called out to him through the open car window.  

He stooped down to peer at the driver and sure enough, it was Nancy. He wasn’t in any position to refuse the help so he got in the car, albeit a little reluctantly. 

What was she doing out here? 

Wherever here was.

She looked him up and down before pulling the car back onto the road. “Are you okay? Do you need a doctor?” She asked. 

Apart from the pain in his back and his scratched up feet he was fine. Well that, and there was a tightness to his chest that was new, but that was probably from the running. “How did you know I was out here, Nance?”

“How do you know I wasn't just out for a drive and got lucky?”

He stared at her in silence, unblinking. 

She glanced between him and the road a few times and let out a long breath. 

“Fine. I saw the girl take you from your house. I followed you here. I swear I was going to come to the rescue, I just wanted to see what…”

“What the fuck Nance you followed me here? How did you see her take me, were you staking out my fucking house?”

“Yes! Alright? Yes, I've been watching you. I’m sorry. Look, I took the contract and I know you were hesitant to help me outright so I thought…”

“Stop!” Steve shouted. The whole thing was giving him a throbbing headache. “Just…stop talking and take me home.”

 “Are you sure it’s safe for you to go home right now?”

She had a point. 

He wasn’t sure why that hadn’t occurred to him yet. He felt tired and a little foggy. It was probably the fading adrenaline. Oh well, whatever he decided to do would be none of her business after the stunt she’d just pulled. 

“Just drive.” He said, turning to look out the window. They made the rest of the long drive in complete silence.

He slammed the passenger door of Nancy’s rent-a-car and stood in his front yard watching until she had driven out of sight. He knew he should get inside and pack and bag. Call Robin or Wayne to pick him up. He could easily stay with one of them for a few days until he figured out what to do. He was so tired though. He stumbled his way over to his front porch steps and sat down. He’d just rest for a minute, catch his breath, then he’d go inside and take care of things. 

Distantly he heard the door to the house open behind him, and felt footsteps as someone walked across the porch. He tensed, not sure he was up to fighting anyone else off right now 

“Steve?” 

It was Robin. Relief flooded through him and he wanted so badly to turn and look at her, but his body wouldn’t cooperate and his head felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. He tried to say her name but something caught in his throat and he began to cough uncontrollably. Something hot and sticky dribbled down his chin. 

Robin came bounding around the side of him so she could see his face. She gasped and fell to her knees next to him. His vision blurred and he saw only red as she took his head in her hands. She was screaming his name and he wanted to respond to her, he really did but he was so tired. He couldn’t even sit up anymore. He slid sideways and landed in her lap. He closed his eyes and realized how quiet it had gotten. He couldn’t hear Robin anymore, just the rush of blood in his ears until he drifted away, and then that was gone too.

Steve woke up and had no idea where he was. It was becoming the theme of his life at this point and one he was desperate to stop. He was lying on his back in an unfamiliar king sized bed made up with black silk sheets and far too many pillows. 

He stared at the ceiling and tried to think. What was the last thing he remembered? He wasn’t sure, but something about the ceiling and what he could see of the walls was familiar. He shook the feeling off and tried to concentrate. He remembered the doorbell ringing, and Jane standing on his doorstep. It all came rushing back, the cellar, Angela, Nancy, her dropping him off at home. Robin. 

“Robin.” He tried to sit up, gasping her name. 

Suddenly someone was at his side, supporting his back and stroking his hair. 

“Hey, hey, hush. Take it easy, sweetheart. Robin’s just fine, she’s in the other room resting, it’s been a long night.”

Steve looked up and met Eddie’s deep brown eyes with his own. He looked nervous, scared even. He ran the vampire's words over again in his head. A long night? The last Steve knew was the middle of the day. What the hell happened?

He pushed away from the other man and tried to sit up on his own, happy to find that he could. In fact, the longer he was awake the better he felt, which he had a feeling should not have been the case.

Eddie scooted away from him too, widening the distance between them. Steve was pretty sure that was a first. 

He cleared his throat and wrapped his arms around himself to keep them from shaking. 

“Why am I here, Eddie?”

“Robin brought you to me.”

Steve didn’t like the way he said her name like it was common to his tongue, like he knew her. He’d managed to shield Robin from this part of his life for so long, and now here she was in the thick of it. She knew of Eddie of course but Steve had never intended for them to meet. It was enough that he let her around Dustin. He was safe, but Eddie…

“Don’t look at me like that, Steve.”

“Like what?”

“As if I'd hurt her.”

Steve ignored the pain in the vampire’s voice and asked the next logical question.

“Why would she bring me…” He trailed off looking again at the familiar fixtures on the walls. He had been here before, but the room had looked a lot different then. Billy’s coffin room. Now it looked more like a very large master bedroom. There was even a bathroom built into one corner of the room now. ”Here?”

Eddie hesitated, eyes guarded. “You were dying, Steve. Do you not remember?”

He did then, it was all coming back to him in snippets. Sitting down on the front step because he’d gotten tired, coughing and watching blood droplets splatter the white concrete, Robin looking horrified as he collapsed into her, red seeping into his eyes as he passed out. 

“I remember.” He muttered. He'd been so sure he was a goner but it had all happened so fast he hadn’t even had time to be afraid. Fear gripped him now though as he realized what may have been done to save his life. 

“Eddie. How is it that I'm sitting here, now, alive?”

The vampire heaved a great sigh. Steve felt a prickling of pain in his wrist. He looked down and found it wrapped in gauze. He already knew the answer but he needed Eddie to say it. 

To admit to what he’d done. 

Again.

“I think you already know.” Eddie admitted, weakly.

“Say it.”

“The third mark.”

Steve shook his head, he almost couldn’t believe it though the evidence was right in front of him. “You bit me. You fucking fed from me.”

“I had to.” 

“You son of a bitch.”

“I saved your life.”

“You drank my blood while I was unconscious.”

“Yes. I did. And I'd do it again.”

Steve sucked in a breath ready to tear into Eddie for what he'd done, but then the door sprang open and Robin came tumbling into the room. She jumped right up onto the bed and threw her arms around him.  

“Oh my god, Steve! You’re alright! I really thought this was it, that I'd never see you again!” He hugged her back and settled for glaring at Eddie over her shoulder for now. 

Robin sobbed into his chest as she began to ramble. “I’m sorry Steve, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know what had happened to you, and I was going to take you to the hospital but I thought, what if they got it wrong, what if it wasn’t a medical thing at all. I didn’t know what to do but I knew Eddie had saved you before so I thought… I'm sorry, Steve, I was just so scared and I didn't want to lose you.” She sniffled and her body shook as she ran out of words. Steve rocked them back and forth as he rubbed her back. 

He wasn’t happy that she’d brought him here but he couldn't be mad at her when he was the one who almost died in her lap.

“It’s okay, Rob, it’s okay. I’m not mad at you.” He pulled back, smiling at her as he wiped the tears from her face. “Can you wait for me outside? I need to talk to Eddie alone. I’ll only be a few minutes.”

Robin glanced nervously from him, to the vampire, and back again, looking like she wanted to say something but ultimately held her tongue. She nodded and left in a hurry, though he was sure she wouldn’t go too far. 

Steve rounded on Eddie the second the door closed. “I can’t blame her for bringing me here, I know she couldn't stand to see me like that and would do anything to save me, but you KNEW how I felt about this! You knew I would have refused if I could have and still, you did it anyway!” He was shouting at the top of his lungs by the end of his speech, chest heaving. 

Eddie remained calm in the face of his anger. It was infuriating.

“Is it not possible, Steve, for you to believe that maybe I also couldn’t stand to see you like that? That I couldn't stand the thought of losing you either?” The vampire said softly.

“Fuck you.” Steve spat. “Don't try to turn this into something it’s not. You want me because of what I can do for you, the power I can give you. You never gave a shit about me, if you did you would have respected my wishes.” 

“Let you die, you mean? Steve, please listen to me, I..”

“No! Shut up, I don't want to hear any more. Just tell me what this means, what new fun surprises I have to look forward to and then I'm leaving.”

Eddie laid back against the sheets staring up at the ceiling as he answered. “More of the same. We’ll be able to speak to each other seamlessly mind-to-mind now when we’re close if we choose, and we’ll be able to share minds and bodies as we did with the snake with a greater ease as well. You are very hard to kill now. No poison, venom, or illness can touch you. You’ll still age, but much slower. You’ll be able to keep me out much more easily too, if you wish.” 

“Well thank god for small blessings.” Steve hopped off the bed and walked straight for the door without looking back. He felt great, better than he had in days, physically at least. 

“Wait,” Eddie said as he zipped to his side and tried to grab his arm.

Steve side-stepped him easily, moving quicker than he ever had in his life as he felt Eddie's presence move towards him as if in slow motion.

He opened the door and only then turned around to face the vampire one last time.

“Stay the fuck away from me, Eddie. I mean it.”

The ride home in Robin’s car was tense. He wasn’t mad at her, exactly, but he was mad, and she knew it. He was stoic as he told her about Jane and Angela. He then also had to tell her about his meeting with Henry Creel because her first question had been, who the fuck is Jane? 

She didn’t say anything throughout, just listened, and when she did finally speak it wan’t about anything he had just told her. 

“Steve, I know you're mad at Eddie, and that you hate him for what he did, what he’s done, but I think you should give him a break.”

“Rob, don’t.” He said, a note of warning in his voice. 

“I think he’s in love with you.”

“Bullshit!” He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. She was his friend! She was supposed to be on his side!

"Steve, you didn’t see what I saw. The way he looked at you, how scared he was.”

“He drank my blood, Robin. That’s not my idea of love.”

“No, but maybe it is his.”

“I’m done talking about this. I hate him, I’ll never forgive him for this. I told him no, in no uncertain terms. He betrayed the small amount of trust that lived between us. I’m done.”

They pulled up to his house and Steve got out of the car quickly. Robin made like she would follow but he put his hand out to stop her, speaking through the open door.

“Listen, I said I wasn’t mad at you, and I meant that. I love you, but I need a little time to wallow, okay? I promise I won’t stay here. I'll call Wayne to come pick me up. I can stay with him for a few days at least. We have work later tonight anyway, and…”

“Work?! Steve, you can’t be serious! I’m sure your Dad is pissed you missed last night but-”

“This isn’t about him, Robin, not this time. I need something that’s mine, just mine. Something that is the same now as it was before Eddie.”

“Okay, I guess I can understand that. Be careful, and at least text me every few days so I know you're still alive.” She said. 

He shook his head at her and smiled despite himself. He leaned back into the car and smacked a kiss on her forehead. “I will text you every day, every hour if it makes you feel better.”

She snorted. “You know, it actually would, but I won't hold you to that. I love you, Dingus”

“I love you too, Robs.”

Steve’s stomach was in knots.

He’d been so sure he was doing the right thing when he made the call, but now, sitting in the truck next to Wayne on their way to the office he was filled with dread. A sinking feeling deep in his gut.

He felt sick.

He felt guilty, and he was pissed off because it was bullshit. Eddie had betrayed him first, and the more he’d thought about it the angrier he’d become until finally, he’d decided. 

He’d decided this was his best chance at getting his life back. At getting back to normal. 

Henry could do it. He was more than strong enough to get rid of Eddie, and Angela, and then Steve could put this whole thing behind him. He worried for Dustin, but Owens and Henry both assured him that they would keep an eye on the kid and that none of the other vampires would be hurt, even those who might stand against them in Eddie’s defense. 

Not that it would come to that, anyway. Steve had truly given Eddie up. He’d told them his daytime resting place and described the underground of the theater in stark detail,  even going so far as to tell them about the route through the sewer though it was likely closed off now.

He’d told them about the new vampires, and how Eddie could now call werewolves to his aid. He told them anything and everything he could think of to make it as easy as possible, including the fact that he now bore Eddie’s third mark, unsure of how much new power that had granted the vampire.

Henry had expressed concern at the news. “Mr. Harrington, I would be remiss if I didn't tell you. With the third mark…you do realize you may die with him, don’t you? Are you sure you wish to go through with this?”

“I’m sure.” He’d said quickly. He was just grateful that this was all they wanted from him, for now. He'd given Eddie up, but that didn’t mean he wanted to watch. 

Reluctantly, he’d also told them about Jane and her alliance with Angela, and hoped Henry would be merciful.

Wayne seemed to know he was struggling with something, and remained quiet as Steve’s thoughts continued to swirl. 

Doubts were suddenly creeping in, and he wondered why something as powerful as the oldest living vampire had needed his help for this. Surely he could have taken Eddie from one of his businesses, they were public enough. Though, Henry had seemed to have a great respect for human life, so perhaps he was waiting until dawn to limit the number of innocent bystanders. 

In addition to all the information Steve had shared, Henry also asked Steve to support him and his platform once he rose to power. He figured he was in it now, for better or for worse, and there was nothing he could do but agree. 

Steve’s phone began to ring loudly, pulling him from his thoughts. It was a blocked number and he almost didn’t answer it but in the end his curiosity, and Wayne’s glare at the noisy piece of technology, won out.

“Hello?”

“Necromancer?”

“Jane? What…”

“I’m sorry to call you like this.” She interrupted, speaking quickly before he could ask what she wanted. “I’m sorry about everything, Steve. You have no reason to trust me but I need you to listen to me now. It seems we have both made terrible mistakes and put out faith in the wrong people. I’m calling to see if you would be willing to help me fix the mess we’ve made?”

Steve sucked in a harsh breath as his heart sank. “What do you mean?”

“I overheard Henry and Owens talking. I know you gave your master up to them, and that you told them what I did.”

“Jane, I…”

“It’s okay, Steve. It’s not the first time I've been caught...misbehaving. I’ve been punished and managed to convince Henry that I'm remorseful. There’s more.” She paused and took a deep breath before continuing. “Henry and Angela are working together. They always have been. I didn’t know. I swear I didn't know. I thought Angela was my friend. I don’t know what has happened between you and your Eddie to make you hate him so, but you have to warn him. We have to find a way to stop this or a lot of innocent people are going to die.”

“What do you mean, what’s going to happen?

“He’s going to sneak in tomorrow morning to kill Eddie and take control of the city, which you already know. What he didn’t tell you is that when the sun sets he’s going to force every vampire in the city to attack humans, with orders for maximum bloodshed.”

Oh God.

How could he have gotten it so wrong?

“Tomorrow?” Steve gulped. “But that’s Halloween. The streets will be full of families, kids.”

“I think that’s the point.” She said softly.

Fuck.

“What do we do? What can we do?”

“Warn Eddie, move him, try and come up with a plan. Do whatever you can and I will do the same from this end of things.  Henry thinks I'm on his side again for now which may give us the upper hand.” 

“What about your sister?” Steve asked.

“I can’t condemn so many others to death to save the life of one.” 

“My offer still stands Jane, if we survive this, I will help you get your sister back if I can.”

“I’m sorry I didn't trust you before, Necromancer.”

Steve’s breath caught in his throat. He knew exactly how she felt. “It’s okay, it can be hard to know who to trust sometimes. If anyone can understand that, I do. How do I reach you once I'm with Eddie?”

“I’ll find you when I can. Good luck.” She hung up before he could say the same.

Steve threw the phone to the floor and slammed his fist into the dashboard with a curse, tears stinging the corners of his eyes. 

“What is it, son?” Wayne asked, his own face pinched with worry. 

Steve dropped his head into his hands. “I fucked up, Wayne. I fucked up so bad and now people are going to die and it’s all my fault.”

Chapter 16

Thank you @penny00dreadful 😘

#Steddie fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #vampire eddie munson #vampire hunter steve harrington #ao3 #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington/eddie munson #steddie fic #fanfic #steve harrington: vampire hunter

[jellyfishloveletterghosts]

Chrissy dies and Eddie goes to Steve looking to bring her back.

You Can’t Kill Love

"You know if I bring her back she won't be exactly the same." Steve sounds tired, probably because Eddie has shown up on his doorstep in the middle of the night. He nearly got brained by Steve's worse half when he just let himself in.

"I know the cost of dying." Eddie flashes his eyes dark brown to blood red in a second then back again. It is an unneeded reminder of what he is. "I'll take her whatever she becomes."

Steve nods and takes the coffee the blonde hands him as he is walking back toward their bedroom. An arm full of long healed jagged pieces of borrowed flesh dragging over Steve's shoulders as he goes. Billy says nothing, quieter these days, not the showoff anymore, not after coming back from death.

They all know the steep price of coming back. You lose some of yourself along the way. Eddie had been no different, a little meaner and more sullen. Until Chrissy came along, the light that kept him from falling completely into the darkness. Vampires and undead are different though, more gets broken when you die human. Eddie does not care, he will take however she comes back.

She saved him, now it is his turn to save her.

"Alright we're going to need some things." Steve scrubs at his eyes, jaw opening in a cracking yawn. Startled and jumping a little when Eddie dumps a crate on the table. He did not come here unprepared. "I've already acquired them."

Steve shifts through the box cataloging it all. Nods to himself reassured in Eddie’s resolve. "Alright, let's go get your girl."

Read the Rest on Ao3

#harringrove #Hellcheer #jellyghostfic #fanfiction #st fic #billy hargrove x steve harrington #chrissy cunningham x eddie munson #edissy #necromancer steve harrington #reanimated Billy Hargrove #reanimated Chrissy Cunningham #vampire eddie munson

[foxywrites]

WIP GAME!

Got tagged by @wishfulstargazer a couple days ago (thank you so much for tagging me 💕) but had forgotten it in my drafts and only remembered when I was taking a look through them today!

(Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.)

It was also said that I could tag as many people as I have wips, but... *glances at my WIP's* yeah, uhhh, I don't think I can tag that many people 😅

I have two folders for my WIP's- the first is literally names 'Yuna's WIP's' while the other is 'Yuna's Treats'.

The first is pretty much the fics that I am currently working on, am posting online along with writing challenges, while the other folder has fic ideas that i really want to get to and motivate me just by thinking about how I will be able to work on them if I finish what I'm currently working on.

'Yuna's WIP'S' Folder

✓ Days: 11 || ALEX MINYARD AU

✓ Days: 18, 23, 26 || RR/ TT Mess AU (01)

Days: 01, 03, 16, 17, 21, 22 || FIGURE SKATING AU

Days: 02, 15, 24, 25, 28 || Sixth Sense AU

Days: 04, 09, 10, 13, 19, 27, 29 || BSD - RUNAWAY AU

Days: 05, 06, 12, 20, 30, 31 || CH 107 AFTERMATH AU

Days: 07, 08, 14 || BOARDING SCHOOL AU

Misfortune of the Fortunate One

Worth Remembering

Drunk fem SKK

Bound by Our Souls

Fox Trap

of broken bones and faded souls - aftg

stay in my memories -aftg

Then & Now Idea's

Betsy POV (GotP)

'Yuna's Treats' Folder

If We Have Each Other Verse (folder)

Necromancer/Fairy WIP (folder)

Five Nights at Freddy's AU

How to be a Fox?

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XX Josten AU

00 - WIP IDEA

Jean adopts Neil (aka Moody Kevin)

Dazai Niece AU (might be worth looking at after the exams)

Colors + Soulbonds AU - KNB

BSD - FLying Too Close to the Sun

Catch me if I fall

DoTotW - Dark Avengers aU

Zomb-Maniac

Immortal an Cursed jean x druid jeremy

Neil Josten from Milport Arizoona

Complex Chemistry Summary

All of the faults that are up there were written intentionally here, since the doc's had been named like that T^T (the ones that are BSD are blue, the ones are for AftG are orange!)

I'm tagging; @mrs-steve-harrington @42donotpanic @allfortheslay25 @fortheloveofexy @bungoustraypups and @ anyone who would like to join! (feel free to ignore this though if you have already done it in the past, or simply don't wish to do it! I had fun with this, hope that you do too!)

Oh, and feel free to ask me about any of these! I would love to talk about any of my fics XD (and would also gladly send snippets too!)

#wip game #wip tag game #bungou stray dogs #all for the game #fanfic #aftg #bsd #alternate universe #wip #works in progress

[simplyfandomish]

Test Subject 101: BITTEN Chapter 8: Bitten

SUMMARY: Hawkins, Indiana was a quiet town that travelers would use as a pitstop to Disneyland.

There was nothing special about the small community...Unless you're talking about the super-secret government facility at the edge of town that experiments on children and is home to a gateway to another dimension.

Now that's strange.

An (eventual) Steve Harrington x Reader 

(not as much romance this first season as story needs to be set up first. More romance will come with our beloved mother of six within later books)

Trigger Warnings: Blood, lots of blood mainly from nosebleeds, usual Stranger Things gore and spookiness. The demogorgon is an asshole...all my homies hate the demogorgon.     

MAIN MASTERLIST

TEST SUBJECT 101 SERIES MASTERLIST 

Story cross posted on ao3 & Quotev

The sun had finally set below the horizon and the annoying clock in the kitchen continued to tick away. Nancy played with her hair, Joyce tapped her foot, Jonathan was biting his hangnails, and you were counting how many Christmas bulbs were hanging in the room for the third time. You were halfway through counting when a car engine grew louder upon approach and headlights beamed through the front windows.  

Loud exhales of relief were released when it was revealed to be Hopper’s car and not a government one.

Nancy was the first to jump to her feet. “Mike. Oh, my God. Mike!” She launched herself at her little brother and wrapped her arms around him. “I was so worried about you!” Mike awkwardly patted her back. 

Your gaze was locked on the small girl in the back of the pack with the dirty pink dress and torn jacket. “Eleven…”

She had obviously grown older and taller than the last time you had seen her four years ago shortly before you escaped the labs. But she still had her thin face, cute button nose, and sweet doe eyes. 

“One-oh-one…(Y/n),” She mumbled and approached you. You met her halfway and stared at each other. Happiness filled both of your beings, but a frown grew on your face, “I’m so sorry, Eleven. If I had known you were still in there I would have done something to help you.”

She took a step closer. You were surprised when she opened her arms and wrapped them around your torso. Never before were the test subjects exposed to love and affection, so as Eleven embraced you fireworks and butterflies erupted in your soul. “You and me…friends, right?” She spoke quietly, awkwardly. It then struck you that she was freshly escaped from the lab and was not like normal people - of course, she wasn’t like normal people! But social-wise, she didn’t know cues or actions or even proper grammar. You swore right then and there that you would do anything to help this poor young girl.

“Of course we are, El. Good friends. Great friends!” You unraveled her arms from your side and gripped her shoulders. 

“Promise?” Her doe eyes were making you melt!

“I promise.”

Mike had drawn a stick figure drawing of an acrobat, a flea, and a tightrope and was explaining in layman’s terms the process of dimension jumping. Makes sense why these geeky kids called you a flea earlier. You thought it was some sort of insult!

“We’re the acrobat. Will, Barbara, that monster, and (Y/n) are the flea. And this is the Upside Down where Will is hiding. Mr. Clarke said the only way to get there is through a rip of time and space.”

“A gate.” Dustin piped up.

“That we tracked to Hawkins Lab. We used our compasses.” Lucas finished. 

The non-science people blinked.

“Okay, so the gate has a really strong electromagnetic field and that can change the directions of a compass needle.” Lucas explained.

“Can’t (Y/n) become a gate? Since you can go over there?” Nancy asked. You shook your head. 

“I can only send a projection of my body to locations, but my real body stays where I am.”

“How…does that even work?” Lucas asked as he stared at you. 

“Maybe you’re a Necromancer?” Dustin turned to you with wide, sparkling eyes. 

You rolled your eyes, “I can assure you I’m not a death wizard. Whereas El specializes in psychokinetic, I can manipulate atoms. I’m able to scramble up my atoms in this realm and transport my energy to other places - Hence why I can enter the Upside Down. But to physically enter the Upside Down you need to find a gate.”

Hopper nodded and piped up, “The gate at Hawkins Lab, is it underground?” 

El answered, “Yes.”

“Near a large water tank?”

“Yes.”

“H-How do you know all that?” Dustin stuttered out. Hopper didn’t answer, instead, he kept staring at El. Mike answered for him. “He’s seen it.”

“We need to try and reach Will again.” Joyce whimpered. “And Barbara,” Nancy added. “Can you find them both?” Nancy directed the question to you. 

“As much as I want to, I can't. I’ve never found two people in one session before…I was pushed once to try it but it depleted my energy and…I was in a coma for a day.” You swallowed and winced at the memory. “I could find try and find one or the other.”

“I can.” Eleven piped up after a moment of silence. “Find both.” She clarified.

Eleven was given Mike’s radio. And in a familiar process, she took in a deep breath and calmed her nerves before focusing. Her eyes didn’t flutter and roll back like yours did when she channeled her ability, instead, her eyes were closed but moved rapidly in every direction from under the lids. The house was quiet with only the sound of static echoing from the radio. The kitchen lamp above the table flickered and El opened her eyes again. A frown grew on her face and tears built up in her eyes. “I’m sorry…”

Joyce thought the worst. “Wh-What happened?”

“I can’t find them.” Eleven’s voice broke and she began to cry. You immediately wrapped your arms around her and began to console her. “It’s okay, El, you did your best.”

“Bathroom?” She whimpered in your chest and Joyce hopped up. “I can take you, sweetie, come here.” Eleven took the mother’s hand and the two left the kitchen. 

“She’s drained.” Mike started, gaining the room’s attention. “Whenever she uses her powers, she gets weak.”

“The more energy she uses, the more tired she gets.” Dustin continued. 

“Like, she flipped a van over.” Lucas finished. 

The kids were so cute finishing each other’s sentences. 

“She flipped a van over?” Nancy asked incredulously. 

“It was awesome,” Dustin smirked. 

You sighed and slapped your thighs, “Well time for me to try then. Jonathan, can you get a picture of Will?” The brother nodded obediently and did as you asked. He took a picture of his brother from the fridge and placed it in front of you. It was one of the pictures from the missing posters of him; A yearbook photo from the beginning of this school year.

You rolled your shoulders, more nervous than usual. This would be your second time doing a session in less than 12 hours. It had been five years since you had done a jump so close together in timing. The scientists had tried to push you to do two jumps but as you mentioned before you had fallen into a coma upon reaching the second target. 

Joyce returned and rested a hand on your shoulder in comfort. It helped slightly. You really wished you had a mother like Joyce Byers. You took a deep, calming breath. “Show me: William John Byers.” 

Your eyes rolled back and you were thrown into the Upside Down. But…where the hell were you?

You were in some part of the woods but the energy within this part of the Upside Down was…off. Much more electrically charged, much more uneasy, much more darker and sinister. The sky was red and there were more creature calls than usual. Through the treeline, you spotted a large Victorian-era mansion. It was decrepit looking with its boarded-up windows, eroded architecture, and the gross, inky vines covered all over it. 

This was a location you had never seen before and this surely was not where Wiliam Byers was located. 

The house was surrounded by waves of strange winged creatures, they looked like bats but were bigger and had long, hanging, thrashing tails. What was up with this world and its disgusting tentacle appendages?? A flock seemed to notice you and screeched out before they dove towards you. Your eyes widened and you ran deeper into the treeline.

“Fuck fuck fuck - Gotta find Will. Gotta find Will. Gotta find Will. Gotta find Will-” The Upside Down began to revert back to its normal horrifying self the further you fled from the house and the demon bat things. The further you ran from the manor, the more the Upside Down returned to normal - as normal as a fucked up parallel dimension could be at least. The sky turned back to its dark blue color and it was quiet and deserted. The bats had lost you or they returned back to their massive horde as their screeches had grown quiet. 

The strangest thing occurred to you though - you stumbled. 

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In the real world, the lights throughout the house began to flicker on and off. Blood began to drip from your left nostril and it was wiped away delicately by Nancy with a dishtowel.

The middle school kids began to grow scared.

“Something’s wrong,” Joyce muttered.

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You tripped over one of the vines and fell into one of the old roads. You hissed in pain and looked at your scuffed-up hands. Your eyes widened when you saw the scrapes and gravel stuck inside the open skin. This shouldn’t be happening! You shouldn’t be tripping and falling and injuring yourself! You were in your astral form right?! 

To make matters worse the monster shrieked from somewhere down the long strip of road. Your head whipped to both sides of the street. To make matters EVEN WORSE thick clouds of fog began to surround you, blinding you from seeing far down either side of the road. 

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Blood came from your other nostril and you began to shake and shiver. The Christmas lights began to flicker. Now the entire house had erupted in strobes of light. 

“Something’s wrong! We need to get her out of there!” Joyce cried out. “Do something!” 

“Like what?!” Hopper panicked. 

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The screech of the creature drew closer and closer, but you still couldn’t see it. The fog had created a blanket to blind you of your oncoming doom. 

If you had tripped, fallen, and injured yourself in your supposed astral form then you didn’t want to figure out what would happen if the monster got you in its clutches. 

You actually began to panic. Spinning back and forth to try and get a visual of the terrifying creature. It was taunting you - that much you could tell. You’d hear a twig snap in one direction but then hear a bush rustle somewhere else. You could hear its chittering as it circled you, its nails were long and sharp and sliced through debris and tree bark. You could even hear the disgusting squelching of its slimy skin as it moved on all fours. 

You were panting. Now having entered a full-blown panic attack; Oxygen failed to fill your lungs and you felt lightheaded.

You gripped the sides of your head and screamed with all your might. “Get away from me!” 

Your powers had never worked while in the Upside Down, but the clouds of fog had bounced back and dispersed slightly. At least you could finally see the monster staring at you down the road. 

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” You screamed again and tried to tap into your power, but your abilities were weak with panic and the difference in atoms in this dimension. Your scream wave simply tickled the creature. 

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Whimpers made part of the group turn to Eleven. “O-one-oh-one?” She whimpered. 

“El! She’s stuck! She tried to find Will a-and now she’s doing this!” Mike explained.

Eleven felt her heartbreak at your convulsing body. It looked like you were having a stroke. She rushed to your side but hesitated to touch you. In fear that whatever was keeping you stuck would affect her too. 

She had just gotten you back! You, her oldest friend and fellow test subject! You had finally reunited and now you were…You were going to be taken away from her! You made a promise to not leave her side! YOU PROMISED! And friends DON’T BREAK THEIR PROMISES!

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The creature leaped at you. Its mouth unfurled into its deadly petal shape with sharp teeth and a gaping mouth in the center. You screamed again, but your power did nothing as the creature pushed through your scream wave and landed atop of you. 

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Eleven let out a broken sob and jumped into your lap. Her wails had caused the power in the house to finally short circuit and the house was left in darkness. 

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The creature’s roar blew spit into your face and brushed your hair back. The creature reared its head with its petals spread wide. You let out one last blood-curdling scream desperate for your powers to work, but it failed and your vision turned black as the monster latched onto your face.

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Your scream wasn’t coming from your projection but now it was from your own mouth. Your real-life human body mouth with your tongue drying out and your jaw growing sore from how wide it was. You felt your lungs burn from the push of air and your vocal cords began to strain. 

You gripped whatever was wrapped around your shoulders and the soft, plush thing that was weighing down your lap. Joyce and El winced at your tight grip on them. “Shhh! Shhh! You’re okay! You’re okay!” Joyce hushed and cooed into your hair. Eleven tightened her hold on your waist. 

Your wide eyes jerked from one side of the room to the other as your brain tried to comprehend that you had just escaped death. It was hard to catch your breath because your nose was clogged up with dried and crusted blood.

The middle school boys were terrified of the blood leaking from your nose and ears. Nancy was quick to wipe away the scarlet trails and clean your face. 

“Hey, hey, (Y/n), you’re okay! You’re okay! Breathe!” Hopper came into your line of sight and placed a meaty hand on your shoulder. “Breathe! C’mon kid, in…and out…in and out…in and…out…” He even raised his other hand up and down so you had a visual to follow. 

You blinked now fully registering that you were in a cozy home and not a barren wasteland; Your eyes followed Hopper’s hand like a moth to a flame. You obeyed his breathing exercise, choking to catch a deep breath of fresh air. At least you were choking on your tears and not from whatever disgusting stuff was floating in the other atmosphere. 

“You’re okay, kid. We got you. You’re safe…You’re safe…” Hopper felt himself fall into a memory of him trying to calm his own poor daughter’s breathing after an attack on her weak lungs. He noticed that you and his daughter both stared at him with fear in your eyes and chest lurching to obtain oxygen. He squeezed your shoulder tighter in his awkward way of expressing affection.  

Joyce had cooed sweet things into your ear the entire time and gripped your left hand. Your right hand had released the back of Eleven’s dress and instead was brushing through her short hair. Though shaved to nearly a buzz cut, her hair was incredibly soft and you enjoyed running your hand through it. 

“What the hell happened in there?!” Dustin shrieked. 

You exhaled and swallowed. You could taste the blood on your tongue.

“Look at her neck…” Wide eyes stared at both sides of your neck. You released Joyce’s hand and touched your skin, your fingers were covered with more blood. The blood did not come from your ears as Nancy had wiped those trails away, instead, it came from the perfectly lined puncture holes from where the creature had engulfed your face. 

Hopper grabbed more kitchen towels and pressed the towels to the sides of your neck.

“(Y/n), what happened in there?” Hopper asked in all seriousness, but worry still sparkled in his blue eyes.

You swallowed again, this time feeling the pain of the puncture muscles as your throat bobbed. “T-The thing…it got me…Th-The Demogorgon.”

“I-I thought you couldn’t be touched when you were using your power?” Jonathan asked. The middle school boys nodded. 

With the knowledge of the puncture holes in your neck, you remembered your fall and turned your hands over. Joyce gasped as she saw your dirty palms caked with gravel, dirt, and blood.

“I thought so too.” Was all you could answer Jonathan.

and fuck the Demogorgon. All my homies hate the Demogorgon

OOP👀👀👀 and fuck the Demogorgon. All my homies hate the Demogorgon

Chapter 9: The Void

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #steven harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve the hair harrington #steve the babysitter #stranger things season 1 #test subject 101

[sammbee]

*Stranger Things 4*

✨Spoilers. Probably. Idk what you don't want to know✨

So, Jonathan is a pothead now. At least he isn't taking creepy photos of Nancy shirtless.

Will is burning Big Hot for Mike who won't tell Eleven he loves her, probably because she had to shave her head again or he doesn't like milkshakes.

Daddy Hopper worked really hard in his Russian prison and is super in shape, so much so that Mami Joyce had to give him a smooch.

Sweet Max got necromanced.

Lucas won his basketball game and none of his friends showed up and honestly I'd be pissed.

Eddie learned a new Metallica song by ear which is the most impressive thing these bats have ever heard.

Steve Harrington doesn't *get* what his kids are into, but he loves them anyway.

Nancy is being a floozy but she sure can shoot.

8/10

This season was absolutely wild. I'm so happy for all the characters good things happened to, and I'm devastated about Eddie.

#stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things 4 #spoilers #summary #bad summary #aesthetically bad #bad reviews #eddie munson #chrissy wake up #definitely spoilers #not my Vecna #he has both eyes and hands #dnd stuff #Spotify #bad in a good way

[eldritchsacrifice]

      -carrd.       -coulson, aerith.

      a very specially curated multimuse, sacrificed by kay/zed. 32, she/hers, est.                   incredibly selective & private, mutuals only.       mobile muse details below the read more.

      IMPORTANT NOTE ABOUT STARWARS MUSES: episodes 7, 8, 9 are not recognized or accepted on this blog. muses are legends based and follow legends lore.

vincent ‘v’ akker: cyberpunk 2077. michiel huisman. canon divergent. --primary.

ira evans: gifted human oc. can see / speak to / interact with ghosts. michiel huisman. --primary.

parker ‘thanatos’ bishop: sentient android oc. basically does what the team in inception does, but through mainframes. michiel huisman. --secondary.

magneto / ‘erik lehnsherr’: mutant, leader of the brotherhood. michiel huisman. --secondary.

cal morrison: orphan black. michiel huisman. --primary.

steven crain: the haunting of hill house. michiel huisman. --tertiary.

nick andros: the stand. michiel huisman. --primary.

steve harrington: stranger things. joe keery. --secondary.

b. aleksandr slade: preternatural/supernatural hunter. keanu reeves. --secondary.

jesse mccree: overwatch. rodrigo santoro. --tertiary.

slevin kelevra: lucky number slevin. assassin & cleaner. josh hartnett. --secondary.

leon s. kennedy: resident evil. josh hartnett. --primary.

sam merlotte: true blood. sam trammell. --secondary.

echo: pestilence / cosmic entity oc. caleb landry jones. --primary.

august st. james: dracula / vampire. timothy olyphant. --semi-private.

illya kuryakin: the man from u.n.c.l.e. / spy. oliver jackson-cohen.--secondary.

tim gutterson: justified. jacob pitts. --secondary.

hades / henry dillinger: god of the underworld reincarnate. michiel huisman. --primary.

choco: domino / bounty hunter. edgar ramirez. --secondary.

daario naharis: game of thrones. michiel huisman. --primary.

rider lorne: necromancer. shiloh fernandez. --primary.

charlie greco: spy & assassin. ben barnes. --primary.

luke skywalker: jedi master & guardian, mark hamill. --primary.

han solo: rebel pilot & spice runner, harrison ford. --primary.

gustave kateb: team rainbow operator. in-game face. --tertiary.

jamie kuiper: marine combat medic, michiel huisman. --primary.

kimiko miyashiro: supe, karen fukuhara. --primary.

FULLY PRIVATE MUSES.

john wick: self-named franchise. keanu reeves. --private.

lucia hall: private coven verse. eiza gonzalez. --private.

morgan sanders: private hunter verse. gemma arterton. --private.

aymeric xandros: private high fantasy verse. michiel huisman. --private.

morrigan blackseer: private ffxiv wol. olga kurylenko fc. --private.

#pinned.