Hello and we’re back to school, it’s a day after the last part. (With a time jump at some point) And I think I copied a lot from my notes, so you get an extra long part 😘
Also I don’t think I mentioned this before but the title is lyrics from Andy Grammer’s song Spaceship! (The song is him talking to his unborn baby)
go ahead and take the 1st draft of my “steve being sacrificed to demon!eddie thing”. it’s unfinished and im goin in a totally new direction with the next draft but i did like parts of this. this one has more of a cult feel.
The party was going on as usual. Steve had been to many of them before. The earliest he remembered was being five and led around by his mother’s hand, then eventually being handed off to a nanny for the rest of the evening. It was always some sort of parade. As a young child, he was the cute baby version of his father. Something for the women to coo at.
Around 11 he was a growing lad who was expected to cause a little trouble. Then at 14 he was a young man with a promising future.
Growing up, there was one part he was always dreading. The point where people tried to set him up with their daughters, or granddaughters, or nieces. He heard pieces of such transactions all the time. ‘Oh you must meet my daughter.’ ‘You know Celia is about your age…’ ‘So have you got a girlfriend?’
Steve caught glimpses of the older boys either politely rebuffing or ending up engaged with someone. This was a very insular crowd, he knew that. Still, he hoped he’d have something resembling a choice when the time came.
And yet, as he got older, no one rushed to introduce him to anyone. It confused him to no end. He had no trouble attracting girls at school and all of his parents’ friends thought he was charming. He came from good stock. Why did no one want him to marry his daughter?
He tried not to feel so offended by it. But it was just so bizarre.
But back to tonight. It was going like it always did. Steve spent most of it by his parents’ sides, only occasionally going off on his own. He made nice conversation, had a drink or two, despite being nineteen, and kept the Harrington name good and golden.
As the hour got late though, it got to the point where most of the men split off to have cigars. Steve was usually excused at this point but this time his father put a hand on his shoulder and led him to the next room. He took part in more conversation about his prospects (not going to school but who needed to when he was planning on succeeding his father) and drank some brandy.
“Steve, it’s time we discussed your future”, his father said, letting out a puff of cigar smoke.
vampire slayer!Steve and vampire!Eddie after a battle, cleaning each other up.
Eddie still can’t believe he’s fighting on the side of good, killing creatures of his own kind and the like, even worse he’s doing it at the side of the chosen one. And now he’s in a stark-white bathroom, getting antiseptic rubbed into his wounds when he should be sucking the life out of a cheerleader below the Earth’s surface.
Steve is closer to Eddie with clothes on than he’s ever been. Sex was one thing, an excuse to let off the steam that came with the pressures of saving the human race and the world as they knew it. But cleaning each other up, being tender, was too intimate.
“Done,” Steve said, almost cramping his hand from resisting the urge to pat the bandaid he placed over the deep scratch on Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie’s hand raised, though, to grab it and hold on.
Even though it wasn’t natural for a vampire to be this enthralled with a human, much less the vampire slayer, it didn’t matter. Nothing had been natural about Eddie for over a century.
“What?” Steve asked, the bite in his voice not matching the way he moved closer or the way his eyes flitted to Eddie’s split lip for just a second.
“Your turn,” Eddie flipped them around and caged Steve against the countertop. Steve a could have broken out of his grasp if he really wanted to, but he didn’t move.
“And if I don’t want you to touch me?” he asked, chest starting to heave when Eddie leaned over him to get a fresh wash cloth. The undead had an annoying ability to never smell like sweat, even after fighting demons all night.
“We both know you would have kicked my ass across the room by now if you had a problem with me touching you,” Eddie said, pissing Steve off to no end. He still didn’t push him away, though. Because as messed up as it was, he had a point.
au where a lot of people in hawkins are fantasy/mythological beings (dustin is werewolf, wheelers are faes, robin’s a witch etc) and steve is a guy. just a human. but it doesn’t stop him from being the trusted babysitter in hawkins.
claudia’s been busy lately, so steve has been taking care of dustin’s dinner. he’s trying right now to make some edible spaghetti, waiting for dustin to come.
he hears the door open and the kid is unusually quiet. steve pokes his head out of the kitchen and sees him them.
dustin is giving steve his most innocent smile, but it doesn’t take steve’s attention from the being next to dustin.
he looks like a human, minus the fact that he has two large horns protruding from his forehead, blazing golden eyes, blood red fingers, and a tail. oh and there’s smoke coming out of his mouth.
“uh… dustin, who’s that?”
“who’s who? :)”
“the man next to you??”
“oh! you meant eddie! yeah, steve say hi to eddie. eddie, say hi to steve.”
the being—eddie— waves, also with a innocent smile.
“and he is–?”
“ohhe'sjustademonisummonedwiththepartytoday. he’s no harm, actually.”
“what?!”
so yeah, the party thought it would be fun to summon a demon and because dustin did the main act of summoning, the demon—eddie— is now bound to dustin by contract. he can’t go back to hell until he finishes the deal, and in the meantime he’s got nowhere to stay. and the kids can’t take him in, their parents can’t know about eddie. this leaves steve’s.
steve’s baffled, because did he just become housemates with a demon? and eddie is just curious of the human that has all those beings wrapped around his finger.
Summary: Steve hits things with a bat or gets hit depending on who you ask. He definitely does not have anything to do with the psychic stuff. That is El’s domain. However, as Vecna is defeated, the rules change.
Pairing: steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)
Other Relationships: Steve & Robin, Steve & Dustin, Eddie & Dustin
Rating: Teen
A/N: Multi-chapter story, updated regularly. Honestly not sure how many chapters it will have yet because it’s still a bit hand wavy in the middle, but definitely more than 12. Thank you to my beta for find my mistakes and to all those who read/like/reblog.💖 Follow #st:beyond-the-battle for updates.
Steve barely remembered getting to Joyce’s car and he was pretty sure he fell asleep on the way to his house, and getting to bed was a little fuzzy as well. He did remember brushing his teeth because he’d almost missed his mouth with the brush, twice, but other than curling up with Eddie, that was about the only things that stuck.
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