It’s season finale time!!! This is a doozy, guys.
Content warnings: The same Jason dickery covered in Part 5, plus what Andy does to Erica in S4 is more than just mentioned.
Stick around as I figure out where to go from here!
WB: 1.2.3
Season 1: P1.P2.P3.P4.P5.P6.P7.P8
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Darkness.
Darkness consumed him.
Thick oozing liquid through his scales.
A voice in the distance, calling his name.
Commanding him.
Shock went through him as he split in two…
and two…
and two…
For once, he’d follow willingly.
After all, they had a common goal.
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“I am so confused!” Max groaned, draping herself over a chair. “This is going completely nowhere!”
“I hate to say it, but Max has a point,” Eddie commented, “we’ve been consistently circling back to the same points over and over again. What is it gonna take to try and make this a path instead?"
"I hate to say it, but Steve needs to leave the kitchen," Erica sighed. "As much as I desperately want whatever he’s making right now, I also want to know what this damn book means," She gestured to Jason’s red magic book at the center of the table.
Nancy sighed, looking towards the kitchen as her face settled on her fist.
"STEVE," Dustin yelled, clearly exasperated, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN THERE,"
"Practicing Erica’s birthday cake!" Steve responded, "She’s here, and I didn’t think I was all that important since you guys were figuring stuff out on your own, so I thought I’d just check things off my list!"
"Steve, you are literally the most important person here!" Nancy called, shaking her head. "How much time do you have left on that timer?"
“…like 10 minutes? I just changed the rack,”
“Get out here, you idiot!” Erica chided, “My birthday is in like 11 days! It’s not even Bastille Day yet!”
“Oh my god Erica, enough about your fucking birthday,” Dustin groaned as he complained. Erica had been mentioning her birthday ever since school ended, and it had been pissing him off ever since.
“Dustin, we both know you’re exactly the same come November,” Will smiled, raising an eyebrow, and Dustin flipped him off.
Will wasn’t…entirely wrong.
He got excited, okay??
“Yeah Dustin, maybe I won’t invite you to my summer Barbie beach extravaganza,”
“Wait, Dustin, you actually like Barbies?” Max grinned, eyes passioned like wildfire. Immediately, Dustin felt his ears flatten and his cheeks grow bright red in embarrassment.
“It’s not lame…” Dustin muttered, frustrated, though the words only fell to Erica and Max’s ears.
Dustin thought Barbies were cool, okay? When he was little he got a lot of his parents’ old toys, which included his Ma’s old Barbies. Usually, he’d make up they were his older teenage sisters, and dress them up in late 70s fashions as if they were the 'coolest popular kids at school' and were super intimidating and made him popular by proxy. Now he had Steve for that, but he still liked keeping some of them around as experiment models, or to talk through science stuff to, or in the rare times he sewed, to prototype what he was thinking.
"I never said that," Max smiled, "I just didn’t expect it, is all. Barbies are a girl’s toy,"
"Gender is a social construct, kid," Argyle grinned, "Take me for example. I look like a guy, cause this is just how I naturally exist. Just because I look like a guy doesn’t mean I couldn’t be a girl," Argyle shifted to resemble the form of a girl, "Or even something in between," Argyle shifted in between the two, then back to his natural form.
"Here here!" Eddie cheered loudly, before awkwardly quieting when he realized it wasn’t the time.
"What are we cheering about?" Steve sauntered into the dining room, wiping his hands on a washcloth, grinning. He was wearing his baking apron, and to Dustins glee, had kept his half form the entire time. Steve had said he wouldn’t show it in public quite yet as to not jeopardize the party, but it was reliving to see him taking care of himself regardless.
"Nothing, don’t worry about it," Eddie waved it off, and the table made eye contact agreeing to just move on.
"Steve, we need you to open this book Max found," Nancy pushed the red book towards him as Steve took his seat.
"Max, is this…?" Steve looked at her in bewilderment, but she nodded.
"I think it’s Jason’s, I found it in his bedroom—OH! Eddie, I have something for you after," Eddie grinned and nodded as Steve looked over the book.
"Guys, I can’t open this," Steve pursed his lips. "If Jason was descended from Melusine I could use his direct ancestor’s magic since my lineage connects higher, but he’s from the youngest sibling. I’d need the Great Father or Great Mother’s magic to unlock it, and both of those are under lock and key in Atlantie,"
Well fuck.
Wait…
Dustin leaned over to his stack of books as the table discussed further options above him. There was that one book Will found that was extremely useful, and didn’t it go further into the idea of siren sibling magic?
Eventually, Dustin found the purple leather-bound book in the stack, and flipped around until he found the page he was looking for.
'A Siren’s magic could be placed in 4 separate Houses:
The House of Theliore is the magic of water. Calm, cool, and mature, this magic is in the heart of Atlantie. It can be found in the hearts of most underwater sirens, though every siren, no matter their House, is always connected to it. Sirens in the House of Theliore are typically creative, bubbly, and more emotional than other sirens.
The House of Melusine is the magic of air. Witty, spirited, and impulsive, this magic represents the thinkers of Atlantie. Typically found on land, Sirens in the House of Melusine are typically more thoughtful than other sirens, though they can also be somewhat too-faced to those they don’t care about.
The House of Cerina is the magic of earth. Controlled, stable, and strong, this magic represents the doers of Atlantie. These sirens can be found anywhere, though most still reside underwater. Most sirens in the House of Cerina are grounded and less objective, though this can lead them to being seen as less unkind as other sirens.
The House of Gerane is the magic of fire. Active, vivacious, and energized, this magic represents the spirit of Atlantie. Sirens in the House of Gerane are typically driven more by their heart, leading them to sometimes make brash decisions. They’re rarely found underwater, and are the rarest type of siren due to the clash between their House and their nature.’
"So, this isn’t just a magic submission potion," Unfortunately for Dustin, he’d been reading so long the table had moved on, and Eddie was now analyzing some sort of small potion bottle, "This is a general submission potion."
Instantly, Max’s eyes went wide.
"He said 'no one wanted to get fucked at parties anymore,' in reference to it." She whispered, horrified.
"Eddie, how strong is it," Nancy asked, blue eyes starting to glow just slightly in her anger; the little tell-tale of Valkyrie in her veins.
"I don’t know, Nancy, gimme a second!"
Dustin looked to Steve, who was following the conversation with a frown and a furrowed brow. He gave him a little tap on the thigh, and the older teen looked to him.
In all honesty, Dustin wasn’t the best at following nuance. Upside Down coding was one thing since he knew what all the codes meant, but something like this, where everyone at the table was talking around the blunt truth? Absolute shit.
Luckily, where Dustin lacked in people skills, Steve usually could fill in.
"Dust," Steve leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Jason was using the potion to make people submissive and weak at parties, like a roofie, and then—"
"OH"
Steve nodded once before leaning back to his seat.
Dustin despised Jason Carver.
"Do you know who made it?" Erica asked, and Max pointed at her as if to validate her point. "Because whoever made it—"
"Had to have known what he was using them for, I know," Eddie murmured, turning the bottle over in his hands in contemplation.
"If they were smart, they didn’t sign anything on the bottle," Will countered. "Is there any magic surrounding the bottle?"
Eddie nodded once. "Yeah, all potions have magic around the seal,"
"We could get El to analyze it if you can’t find anything," Will proposed. "She can tell us what the magic looks like, and we can find them from there probably,"
Suddenly, Dustin caught a whiff of something unfamiliar, something sour…
It came from out front.
"Actually, this one wasn’t smart!" Eddie grinned, looking up from the bottle. "On the bottom there’s a little—"
"Dustin, man, are you okay?" It was Argyle that keyed into Dustin’s manic sniffing, "You’re sniffing up a storm, there."
The scent was vaguely recognizable, something he knew he’d smelled before.
There were hints of something similar to Lucas, though it didn’t carry any of the notes of lavender and Lucas’ woody cologne, just the sweat…
The sweat which was far stronger after basketball rehearsals.
Oh fuck.
"The basketball team is outside," He blurted out.
There was a deafening silence before all hell broke loose.
"GET THE BOOKS OUT" (Dustin)
"GET EVERYTHING OFF THE TABLE" (Nancy)
"I CAN’T CARRY EVERYTHING, SOMEONE FUCKING HELP!" (Erica)
"I NEED TO HIDE" (Eddie)
"WHY ARE THEY AT MY HOUSE" (Steve)
"EDDIE NEEDS TO HIDE" (Will)
"WHY ARE WE YELLING THEY CAN PROBABLY HEAR US" (Max)
It was Argyle who calmly walked to the front door and waited for the inevitable knock and call of Andy.
Yet again, everyone froze in anticipation.
"Hey there, can I help you young gentlemen?"
"Where’s Steve?" Andy. Dustin heard their feet move into the main entrance, and Argyle shut the door. He felt himself constrict in anger, and Max put a hand in front of his now-bared teeth in case he started to growl.
"Why?" Argyle asked, “Is everything okay with him?”
Silently, Dustin watched Steve sigh and calmly shift himself back to his human form.
Damn, it was fun while it lasted.
Steve beckoned for the group to follow him, and slowly, they all walked out.
"Hey!" Steve gave his publicity smile and a wave. "Can I help you guys?"
"Mind if we take a look around?" Andy asked, smirking as if he had an upper hand. "We have reason to believe you’re plotting against Jason."
"Sorry, but I know my rights." Steve tilted his head in fake sympathy. "You’re not the police, and even they can’t search my parents’ home without a warrant. Besides, all you’ll find is the makings of a birthday cake tasting session," Erica smirked and nodded, puffing her chest out slightly.
"With Eddie Munson here?" One of the team members asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Dammit, Steve, I told you I needed to hide!" Dustin could feel the anxiety reeking off of Eddie from every angle. The man couldn’t stop fidgeting to save his life, currently!
"Andy, isn’t that the kid that was so easy to stop this spring?" A werewolf from the group said, cracking his knuckles.
Wait, was that how Erica broke her arm in the Hellkins 4?
Erica bared her teeth and Dustin did the same.
This was his pack, dammit.
Dustin was snapped out of his anger as a phantom breeze went across his skin.
Weird.
"What?" Steve’s faux enthusiasm broke, and Eddie looked at him with wide eyes.
"I wonder how easy it would be," The wolf stepped forward, towards Erica. Dustin tried to block her with his arm, but the older wolf easily pushed him to the floor.
Another phantom breeze, stronger this time.
"To pick you up," The wolf picked Erica up. "And throw you down just like my witch friend," He pointed to Andy, who smirked.
Erica didn’t hit the ground.
Instead, she started to glow dandelion yellow.
Soon, everyone in the Party did, and the winds Dustin had been feeling started whipping around in the same color.
So were Steve’s eyes.
His half-form was back, thankfully, but this time Dustin was legitimately frightened.
Steve was right, sirens were fucking scary.
Subtly, Dustin could hear a song playing in the background, sad and melancholy.
The basketball team were hovering high in the air, their hair and jackets whipping around them.
(Why weren’t the Party’s hair whipping around, too?)
Dustin didn’t look when he heard the thumps of the team’s bodies hitting the mansion walls at full force.
Steve’s trance was broken when something beeped.
"Oh shit, my cake!"
Instantly, Dustin shot up, and with the rest of the party, watched Steve calmly take out the prototype cake as if nothing strange had ever happened. Soon, Steve made eye contact with the group.
"Guys, is everything okay? You’re all looking at me like I’m doing something weird…"
Well yeah, no shit. Erica had almost gotten thrown and Steve lost his shit, were they not going to be looking at him like a crazy person?
"Steve…" Nancy pleaded, and Steve sighed. He wiped off his hands and walked towards the group.
"What? What could have possibly gone wrong that…" Steve’s eyes widened when he saw his main room, and the hopefully unconscious bodies along its walls.
"Eddie, Argyle, get the kids and go." Steve said sternly and all too quickly, and Dustin froze. "Nance, stay here. I’ll need you whether or not they wake up."
Dustin wasn’t leaving.
"What, Steve—" Eddie protested, but Steve put a hand on his shoulder, shutting him up.
"Eddie, I need you to take the kids to the Byers’; that’s where everyone else is. Fill them in. I’ll tell you when to come back. Keep them safe for me; I trust you."
Will and Dustin made eye contact.
OH.
HOLY SHIT.
GO STEVE, APPARENTLY??
"O-Ok. C’mon kids," Eddie and Argyle made for the door, and the rest of the younger party followed.
"Dustin, c’mon!" Max beckoned for Dustin, but he shook his head.
"Dustin, go," Steve said, stern. Dustin’s head throbbed—was Steve using sirenspeak on him?—but he was too stubborn and too pack bonded to care.
"Fuck no. You die, I die Steve," He gave a nod to Erica; she understood the reference. "I’m not leaving you here, and you can’t convince me to leave."
Steve looked him once over, and sighed.
"Go to John’s, guys." Steve nodded to Eddie and Argyle, and they nodded back.
The door shut behind them.
"You’ll be safe there,"
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Season 2!
The fact that some people think Dustin is homophobic when he canonically enjoys cartoons for little girls for their plotline value. That one saw gender and said ‘fuck that’ and ran. Anyway it just so happens my fan birthday for Erica is the Barbie movie release.
Edit: I realize I said ‘basketball rehearsals’ and currently hate my cringey theater kid self. That being said this is Dustin’s pov and he canonically is also a cringey theater kid so it stays.
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THE DEVIL
pairing: dbf!andy barber x reader
concept: The lure of temptation, seduction, and lust he offered filled your head ecstatically.
word count: 1k
warnings: sex tape + corruption kink + pussy slapping, nicknames: (Angel)
a/n: The devil card depicts intense sexual desire and physical attraction.The Devil is the gateway into the future kinks.
THE WITCHING HOUR ──── KINKTOBER'23
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The lure of temptation, seduction, and lust he offered filled your head ecstatically.
Your wings were scattered at your feet as you stood rigidly in his home office.
His radiant blue eyes met yours with a languid gaze, making you feel heat prickling beneath your skin. He swept his eyes up and down your body, and his hands slowly moved over your curves. “I wonder if your parents are looking for you,” lifting you onto his lap with one arm while the other braces against your chest.
A hand slapped your pussy as it dug through your naked form, exploring every inch of it.
"The party gets drunk downstairs, but my touch will make your pussy drunk here." When your head fell back against him, his hot breath heated up in your ear. He grinned into your neck while biting your skin. “So desperate to be touched, aren’t you?”
You closed your eyes and wondered if it was all a dream or if reality had tricked you. The Halloween party had already begun earlier that evening, and you’re almost naked on his lap, wearing only your angelic halo.
Your body vibrates in anticipation as you sit on the devil’s lap, with your once pure angel wings lying on the ground.
An inferno looms to consume you whole when the spark within you ignites.
Your heart surrenders to his touch, allowing yourself to be influenced by the promise of pleasure and the unknown.
There is an electrifying quality of being around him, but it is also terrifying; you know it is dangerous territory, but you can’t help feeling drawn in by his dark charisma. His midnight blue eyes promise a night of sensuality and debauchery beyond your wildest dreams.
You’re helpless as he whispers softly and tastefully, and you’re beckoned into the unknown by his sinful dirge.
A tingling sensation runs down your spine when you catch sight of his gaze.
There is something dangerous about your attraction to him, and what will happen if you comply with him?
While you appear angelic, his aura is testing you into darkness.
A knowing smirk curls his lips as he stares at you as if he knows exactly who you are and what you want.
He pulled out his phone from his pocket and swiped it until the camera was on.
His right hand was poised over the phone while his left touched your body. He spoke low and velvet-smooth, saying, “I want this recorded proof that even angels can moan for devils.” Taking your lips in a passionate kiss, he traced circles across your skin, generating sweltering heat.
With a smile, he roars like a devouring demon, and his firm contours blend perfectly with my angelic features.
When you both pulled apart, you saw his eyes blazing with desire. With each slap of his palm, a fire ignited within you, threatening to burn out of control.
“Show me how the devil can make pretty angels moan. Aren't you my pretty angel?.”
Deep, slow breaths push warmth into the air.
“You like that, don’t you?” His warm slaps glide across your clitoris, and he holds the phone close to your pussy.
As he taps your clit each time, pain and pleasure wash over you simultaneously. You need his fingers in your clit for him to release the orgasm and touch, so a slap does not suffice.
It feels like he might slip his fingers inside, but he slaps it away, leaving the breeze to cool the air.
In a warm embrace, his finger traces shapes around your pussy. A gentle tickle alternates with a firm slap that makes your hips jerk. Every time you shudder, you are slapped harder.
You muffle a small moan against your palm as your body burns and your eyes tighten.
His dark and menacing voice whispers in your ear. The phone moves closer to your face. You feel your body quiver as he punctuates the words with more intense pussy slaps. “Such a good angel.”
There were no words between you as you walked forward and kissed the fiery.
Every step brought profound relief that swallowed light and sound.
The only force you could understand was a burning desire to be with him, but you could neither understand nor resist it.
There is no escaping the devil when the night is dark and your heart is led by him.
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