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vampire! eddie x fem! hunter reader pt.1

synopsis;

after years away from Hawkins, three founder vampires, long and everlasting friends, come back to their origins in hopes to find a way to scape from the chasing death on their backs. if they only knew their only salvation would be the last descendant of one of the five most powerful vampires in history…

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES X STRANGER THINGS! <3

☆ year 2000s!

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word count;

5k!

a/n;

ALSO! FOR THOSE WHO DON’T KNOW ABOUT TVD!! —so you guys have a little bit of context—; ‘Cruz’ is the last name of one of ‘The five’, a group of five of supernaturally gifted vampire hunters originated in 1110 AD. They hunted vampires and immortals as well, and they can be easily recognized in between potencial hunters due to the ink marks that spread through their skin as a map! (to keep themselves hidden, this mark is not visible for vampires) <3

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`·. lastly; enjoy! <3

‘ You have something of mine, and I want it back. ’

†

Eddie Munson was dead. He had been dead for thousands and thousands of years. Just like his best friend, Steve Harrington and the blonde that always stuck with him, Robin Buckley. Back in Hawkins, their place of residence and origin they’ve decided to — to keep the appearances— enroll back in highschool for their… One again.

Though their plan went to hell, since instead of passing though as normal teenagers, they became the new Hawkins sensation due to their attractiveness and that mystic aura surrounding them.

Steve Harrington, the hot gentle jock.

Robin Buckley, the blue eyes blonde girl day dream.

And Eddie Munson…, the mystery.

†

“Nance. No.”

“Come on, y/n!” she whined, his hands on your arm, pushing and pulling from it, shaking you all up and leaving you a little dizzy. “Please? I’m begging you!” you freed yourself from her grip, rolling your eyes as you stopped on your locker, fingers turning the lock and pulling open the metallic door.

“I already told you. I’m not going any near that fucking party.“ your hands were quick in leaving the heavy books that you held, pushing the ones that you’ll need later on on your messenger bag. “Why are you so obsessed with going? It’s just a party.” you inquired her, your eyes finding her blue ones full of desperation.

“Just a party?!” her voice rose enough to have people’s attention on her, what had her awkwardly clearing her throat. “Just a party?” he repeated, this time not as louder, still with the same emotion. “It’s not just a party. It’s the Mystic party!” you frowned.

“ ‘The Mystic party’ ?” she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah! The Mystic Three’s party!”

“Oh… Yeah, of course, I should have guessed.” now it was your turn to roll your eyes, closing your locker’s door and walking away, towards the cafeteria, where all those teenage hormones hit you once the door opened for you to go in. “The amazing Mystic Three!” you sarcastically half exclaimed, shaking your hands and turning around to your best friend as you took your food tray, your nose wrinkling at the sight.

“Please, y/n, you know what being invited to one of their parties mean...”

“Yeah, yeah…” you sighed, getting a seat on your usual table, Nancy sitting on your left. “Instant immunity and power! It’s like rubbing a magic lamp.” your sarcasm made her almost laugh, although she was being serious about it. She really wanted to go to that party, you could see it. “Look, I know that Robin invited you, and that you’re like… Head over heels for her.” he hushed you, looking around to make sure that no one else had heard you. You rose your hands in surrender, whispering this time. “But you know what I think about them.”

“I know…” she sighed, taking her fork and pinching at her food. “But please?” you were the one sighing now. “Please y/n, I promise you that I’d do anything you ask for for a year if you come with me. Please, I’m begging you, please…”

A little tingling in your bones made you quickly turn your head to your right, straight to the Mystic Three’s table, eyes colliding with Robin Buckley’s, who looked away when she got caught, one of her hands brushing behind her ear her perfect wavy blond hair. Your eyes squinted, that bitter feeling in the pit of your stomach making you turn back to your best friend. “Nancy. I love you.” you said, your free hand squeezing her. “But if you are as smart as I know you actually are, you’ll stay away from them and that party.” her hopeful smile fell at your words. You went back to that strange trio, this time not one, but the three of them looking at you. Straight at you. “There’s something wrong with them. Really wrong.”

The first time that you saw them, something inside of you went cold. So cold you felt like freezing.

“Oh, shit, sorry!” Steve Harrington, the ladies wet dream and highschool sweetheart, apologized when his hard chest had come in contact with you, making the books that you carried spread all around the floor, along with your notes.

He kneeled right after you to help you gather all of your belongings. “It’s fine.” you said, stuttering when his brown deep eyes met yours. There was something in them… Something you couldn’t really put your finger on. He gave you a sweet smile, making you look away and back to your notes, which crumbled a little bit as you pulled them one on top of the other. But it was all in vain, since they went back to a messy spread when his hand brushed yours in a attempt to help.

You didn’t know exactly how, but you’d quickly found yourself inches away from him, eyebrows furrowed and eyes widened at the cold gripping feeling that got a hold on your heart and the sick turning of your stomach, your hand gripping the dangling pendant of that old necklace that you always wore. He seemed just as taken back as you, probably due to your reaction. But there was something else…

You never let your eyes stray away from him as you quickly pushed your notes and books inside your messenger back, not caring if they crumbled or broke. “Excuse me.” your voice reached his ears as you got back on your feet and staggered away in a hurry, only to almost bump into another one of them.

That’s two…

“Woah! That was close…” Robin Buckley chuckled, hands rising in caution, though her smile disappeared at something on your back. Your head turned towards the freckled boy, when your eyes went back to the blonde once again, the sight of a curly haired tatted boy beside her startling you. And there was the third.

A new wave of that sickening feeling hit you, the coldness that seemed to spread in the air making you shiver underneath his black eyes. “Sorry.” you apologized, probably to Robin, looking away as you hugged your messenger bag closer to your chest, fingers gripping at the denim before you started to walk away, not daring to look back. ‘Cause you knew that they were already staring at you, eyes burning your back ‘till you turned right on a corner, away from their sight.

Since that day, you’d done everything you could to avoid them, but that coldness that once infected your heart never left, neither the feeling of being watched at night. You could feel it in your bones, so deep that it scared you. Something was wrong with those three, and you sure were not that stupid to try and get to know what.

Not when everything about them screamed danger. But yet, you seemed to be the only one in that goddamn town to notice that. It was as if everyone in Hawkins High had drank a love potion. They were the main topic to talk about, the goal of every freshman, junior, sophomore or senior being the chance of sitting with them in the cafeteria, to befriend them.

You simply couldn’t understand. And then, it was worse since your best friend couldn’t help but fall for one of them. You almost wanted to beat her head with a stick to put some sense into it, but again, she was already knees deep in Robin Buckley’s spell. You loved Nancy, you really did. But her liking in girls was… Not what you’ve dreamed of being. She could have gone for Nancy Cunningham! She’s blonde and has blue eyes too. What made Robin so attractive?

“Nancy.” your body stiffed when that blonde nightmare’s voice came from the front of your solitary table. The cafeteria went completely silent, all eyes on you and who you supposed were the Mystic Three.

“Robin!” she stuttered, surprised and dripping in happiness at the attention she was getting by her personal dream girl and most popular girl in Hawkins. “Hello.” you rolled your eyes, though no one could see that since you were still deeply staring at your plate. The smashed potatoes looked really interesting that afternoon.

“Do you mind if we sit?” say no. Please, please, please, say no.

“Yeah sure!” her affirmative stuttering made your eyes squeeze shut. Fantastic, amazing.

The air surrounded you got heavier when the empty seats around you got filled. A fidgeting ringed hand came to sight once it’s owner had taken the free sit to your right. It’s fingertips tapping the table slowly, teasingly even. You didn’t have to check to see who it was. You already knew. And he knew that you knew. You felt as if he could sense the change on your breathing, the quickened heartbeat on your chest and the rush of coldness in your veins. And maybe he did, since the silence inside the cafeteria was so damn loud.

Robin and Steve sat down on the seats in front of you, from the blond’s lips falling a ‘thanks’. “So…, are you coming to the party?” she inquired your best friend, and even you could recognize the hope in her voice.

Except hers, two pair of eyes were on you. You changed your strategy to stare at the food to a one more credible: looking for something in your bag.

“Uhm…” Nancy took a peek at you, at your nervous actions and pale face.

“I would love it if you could come.” Robin talked once again when she saw her hesitate. “You could bring your friend too!” and then, everyone was staring at you. You grasped enough courage to straighten your spine and raise your head. “What was her name again?”

“Oh. She’s y/n, y/n Cru-”

You put on a sickly fake smile on your lips when your eyes landed on the blonde’s, your lips parting before Nancy could finish talking. “Sorry. I’ve already made plans for that night.” you were trying so hard to breath normally that you almost stuttered. Why? Why were you the only one that felt that way around them? What was this sickening feeling? This constant feeling of danger?

“You have? Ouch!” you kicked Nancy under the table to try and make her stay quiet.

“Yes. I have. You know…” you smiled at her, your eyes slightly widening before going back to normal, like a warning, a signal.

“Really?” Steve inquired, showing a disappointed look. “That’s a pity.” you stared at him with harsh eyes.

“Yeah.” your smile was so stiff that it almost hurt.

Your eyes flickered to the tapping to your right, which was actually driving you mad. If only there wasn’t so many people watching… If only you could reach into your bag and…

“Well… If you change your mind, we’ll be more than happy to see you...” Robin said, but you were too focused on the rhythm of Eddie’s taps, eyebrows furrowed.

taptap..….taptap, taptap……taptap

It almost sounded like…

taptap…taptap, taptap…taptap

But it couldn’t be…

taptap.taptap, taptap.taptap

No… It’s not possible…

taptap,taptap,taptap,taptap

Your chair made a horrible screeching sound when your suddebly stood up, blood rushing to your head, making you dizzy.

“I’m sorry, I need to go.” you hurriedly said, taking your back and making your quick steps lead you to the cafeteria’s exit.

When you looked back, everyone’s gaze was on you, but only one was able to freeze every single vein in your body. The corner of his mouth rose just the slightliest for you to notice, along with his pale ringed hands, giving you a little and amused wave.

“y/n, wait!” you could hear Nancy behind you, rushing to catch up with you, taking your hand in between hers to make you stop just a few steps out the door. “What’s wrong?” she inquired you due to the look on your face. You looked so lost and terrified at the same time that she was getting this ominous feeling.

“I won’t be able to stop you, right?” you answered her with another question, the echo of your voice filling the empty corridors and her eyebrows furrowing, not really understanding. “You are going to that party, am I wrong?” her hands dropped, guilty eyes staring at you. You sighed when she muttered a ‘i’m sorry’. “It’s okay.” you shook your head, fingers fidgeting with each other. “I understand…” and you did, sadly enough, you seemed to be the only one to understand.

“I just… I really like her.” she sound genuine, and it only made you hate all that situation even more. You really didn’t wanna have anything to do with the Mystic Three, but you were no coward, and firstly… You were a great friend.

“I know…” you smiled at her, sighing before you’d speak once against. “So, what time should I come pick you up on Friday?” she frowned for two, three seconds before her face lighted up, her excited smile blinding you.

“Are you serious?!” she exclaimed, letting out a manic little scream before pulling you into the tightest hug ever when you nodded. “Oh my god, I love you. You are the best friend in the whole world! We’re gonna have so much fun!!” you laughed, hugging her back.

“Yeah…” you eyes bumped against those black ones that observed you across the cafeteria. “I can feel it.” just as you could feel the phantom of a dagger being pushed against the skin of your bare neck.

†

“Does my hair look okay? My mascara hasn’t smudged, right? Oh my god, I’m sweating so much, is it hot in here or is it me?” you rolled your eyes when Nancy tried to open more the window of the passenger seat, which was as far down as it’ll go.

“I mean go ahead, open the door if you’d prefer…” you offered her, sarcasm spilling over your lips and then a laughter when she had smacked your shoulder. “Relax.” you gave her a quick glance, eyes going back to the road as you spoke. “You’re looking great, Nance. Gorgeous even. Anyone, and I mean anyone, would be on their knees for you. And if Robin Buckley isn’t, then she for sure lives for the ‘dumb as a blonde’ thing.” that made her laugh, cheeks flushing at your sweet encouraging.

“Now you’re just exaggerating.” she rolled her eyes, making you frown and look at her with a hurt expression after a scoff.

“No, you’re just being stupidly insecure for no reason!” she sighed, falling back on her seat. “Look, Nancy, you are beautiful alright? Start believing it or else I’ll beat it into that tiny little head of yours.” she was about to say something, probably start a little fight, but then the car stopped and you pulled up the hand break. “We’re here!” the two of you could hear just how loud the music inside the house was, teenagers smoking and drinking outside Harrington’s mansion. There were a lot of them, and you as hell knew that there weren’t even a third part of all of them. “Are you really sure about this?” you tried and persuade her, but when you saw the shine in her eyes, you knew there was no turning back.

You sighed when she got out of the car, smearing more lipgloss on her lips before saving it on her purse. You locked your car on your way out, saving the keys on your brown leather jacket’s pockets. The difference between Nancy’s and your outfit were monumental. She had gotten all dolled up, tiny little dress kind of dolled up, with her wavy hair decorated by lace and full on makeup face. And you…, well. You were just not as enthusiastic to be there as her. So you had just popped on a short blue denim skirt and a brown lace and sleeveless tee shirt, adding some white boots and brown hand warmers, since you seemed to be getting cold really easily lately. As for makeup…, well, let’s say the basics. You really weren’t there to party, even less to impress anyone, so your efforts were more than enough.

“Come on!” Nancy enthusiastically said, taking your hand and pulling you towards the house. Harrington was sure as hell loaded. But that was understandable, since he was one of the founder families of Hawkins.

“Nancy, slow down!” you tried to scream above the music, but once inside, even hearing your own thoughts was hard.

The trouble didn’t take long to appear.

“Robin!” your best friend yelled, and in a matter of seconds, blue eyes were on the two of you.

“Nancy!” she smiled at the brunette, steps quick to meet you both. “I’m so happy you could come!” she said, later taking a glimpse of you. “You too, y/n, I’m glad you changed your mind.” you huffed, forcing yourself to give her a smile.

“Yeah…” your eyes roamed though the place, which was bursting in teenagers and hormones. Amazing…

“Do you guys want anything to drink? We have beer, vodka…” she suggested and you shook your head, muttering a ‘no, thanks’. Your friend as always the complete opposite of you.

“I’d love that! y/n will grab us a seat on the sofas, right?” the suggestive look in her eyes made you nod in less than a second, actually scared of her determination and the consequences that saying no would bring you.

“Yeah, sure.” but you weren’t sure about anything. You gritted your teeth before giving them your back to made your way to the full sofas next to the ‘dance floor’, trying really hard to get a seat, but even harder to ignore the hands of the blond on your best friend’s lower back. You felt that crippling anxiety building up a lump on your chest. You did not like this. Nothing about this whole party and invitation. There was this bad feeling in the back of your brain and the need to get away from that house as fast as possible. But you decided to just try and relax, since you wouldn’t like to ruin the party for your best friend. You knew you’d had your own sooner or later, so…

But just as your shoulders fell, they rose once again when everyone around you got up and left, that heavy presence settling by your side on the couch, legs spread and cigarette in between lips. “You came.” Steve Harrington. What was it with those three that you always seemed to end up bumping with them anywhere you’d go? His voice sounded surprised. You were sure he’d be, you were too.

You simply nodded, not really finding yourself to mutter something back.

“Is Nancy with you? Or did Robin already found her?” he seemed amused. Probably by your uncomfortable demeanor, maybe due to the fact that he already knew but still wanted to ask you.

“They’d be back soon.” you said, and his eyebrows rose, surprised to finally hear your voice.

“I’m sure they will…” there was something in his voice that told you that they probably won’t, and that only made you worry even more. He tried and offer you a hit from his cigarette, but you refused without even looking at him. “Are you feeling okay? You seem cold…” your muscles tightened at his words. ‘Cause you indeed were cold, so fucking cold you felt like freezing. But once again, he already knew the answer to that question.

You could see his hand approaching yours, fisted on top of your thigh, and just as his fingertips were about to brush the back of your hand, you stood up, heart pounding in your chest. There was something in your veins that seemed repulsed by his own, as if you were magnets meant to find each other but unable to touch nor interact.

“I’m sorry, I have to go find Nancy.” and before he could even answer, you were now drifting in between the completely still dancing teens, which were all staring at you —or at least you thought they were, though you really couldn’t find yourself to focus in the mess that was your mind—. You headed towards the kitchen, were you thought you’d find her. She wasn’t there. You frowned, eyes meeting the staircase that led to the second floor, wood creaking under your feet as you climbed. “Nancy!” you tried and call out for her, your hands quickly going to the necklace that hung from your neck, fingertips meeting the cold metal in which you always seemed to find comfort. Doors closed and opened, whining coming from the ones interrupted inside of the bedrooms in where you had bursted in, in a hurry to find your best friend and get out of that goddamn house. That ominous feeling was back, making you choke on air and swallow the billis that crept its way up your throat.

You eyes met with the only room left unchecked, at the end of the corridor. And as badly as you wanted to find your friend you found your feet frozen in place.

‘No. Don’t. Don’t go in there. Something’s wrong…’ that tiny little voice in the back of your head screamed, trying to warn you of the inevitable danger in front of you. But you couldn’t listen, not when it was Nancy. Anyone but Nancy.

Your slippery fingers gripped the doorknob, quickly pushing when the lock gave in, making you stumble inside the room. It was cold, big, and old, though full bookcases filled with all of types of books. Some of them seemed a hundred years old, others, not as old. But that was not mattered, not what caught your attention. It was the person that stood silently in the middle of the room that did. “Nancy!” you quickly got to her, shaky hands grabbing her slim arms, a worriedly sick gaze on your face when she just stood there, dead eyes unfocused and unresponsive to your actions or voice. “Nancy? What’s wrong?” you inquired her, your heartbeat spiking up when once again, she didn’t answer, it was as if she were sleepwalking, unable to answer, to blink, to breath. You were shaking her nonstop, the lump on your throat threatening to choke you. “We need to get out of here. I’m going to get you out of here.” you said, holding her hand and tugging on it to make her follow you towards the door, although you froze midway when a voice neither yours or hers filled the room.

“If I were you I wouldn’t do that.” and there it was, that sickening smile. Robin Buckley stared down at you with her shiny blue eyes, something in them seeming unnatural, terrifying.

“What did you do to her?” you inquired, teeth gritting and limbs shaking, you could hear your heart beat in your ears.

“Uhmm, I just told her that she couldn’t leave.” she shrugged, and in a blink of an eye, she had switched places, her fingertips now brushing a lock of your best friend’s wavy her behind her ear as she whispered. “Right, Nancy?” the air left your lungs when she nodded at the blonde’s words.

“I can’t leave.” she repeated and you felt like chocking on air. “I can’t leave or I’ll die.” you shook your head, leaving her hand and taking a step back.

“This can’t be real… This is all just a nightmare. That’s right. I just need to wake up.” you tried to reason, squeezing your eyes shut and trying your best to leave that terrifying dream. “Why can’t I woke up?” your voice sounded strained, and your body froze when cold fingertips pressed against your cheek, making your eyes flutter wide open.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” honey eyes stared into yours with a false sadden face. “You can’t wake up, this is not a dream…” now it was time for Steve Harrington to smile. When had he gotten there? He was downstairs just five minutes ago…

You quickly stepped back, giving him your back to try and get to the door, though it closed behind the last part of the trio’s back. “Leaving so fast?” you were surrounded. It was a trap.

Your quickened heartbeat was making you feel dizzy, your lungs frozen and hands shaking. “What do you want from me?” you heard yourself ask the three of them, smiles on their faces when your back bumped against one of the bookcases surrounding the room, leaving you without any form of scape.

“Aw, poor little thing. I think we’re scaring her guys.” Robin cooed, almost pitiful, though it didn’t last long, her hand slamming on the side of your head in less than a second. “You know what we want, don’t act dumb on us now…”

“You were just in the other end of the room…” you whispered. “How did you…?” you looked at the three of them. “Who are you…?” Steve scoffed, cigarette falling onto the floor and being crushed under his boot.

“You really don’t know? Think hard on it, I’m sure you know. I know you know.”

They could almost see the chimes inside your head turn. All life seemed to leave your eyes when the air inside your lungs left you.

No. No, no, no, no, no…

Harrington just smiled. Bingo.

Your knees failed you, making you fall onto the floor. “It’s not true. It can’t be true. They are all supposed to be simple stories. You’re not supposed to be real…”

“Oh, but you know we are.” Steve said, eyes on you. And that’s when you couple see the shift on them, the reddening, the blood lust as the pulse in your veins reached him. “I think you knew since the very first time…” you shivered at the memory, at his icy cold touch, his gaze…

You were trembling, trembling as if you had been abandoned in the middle of a snow storm without any coat nor clothes.

“Tell me, y/n.” you jolted at the voice of who you recognized as Eddie Munson, eyes meeting your scared ones when his knees bent, crouching in front of you. “What’s your last name?” he inquired and you found yourself flinching when his fingertips brushed the skin of your neck, pushing slightly against your carotid, thirst in his eyes when he felt the warmth of your skin, the living in your veins, the rush of your blood.

“My last name?” you stuttered, trying to get away from his touch, but there was no place for you to scape. “Why would you…?” Robin groaned, harshly tugging on Nancy to push her against her, neck bending and eyes reddening when she started to lean in, what made you scream. “No, please, no! I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt her.” you begged and Steve chuckled, you could almost guess what he was thinking. How pathetic you seemed to him. “Cruz. It’s Cruz.” you spitted out, making them fell silent. You could feel the sudden tension that spread though the room, your skin raising in goosebumps and heartbeat spiking up against Eddie’s fingertips.

It was fast, imposible speed to follow for normal eyes. You whined when your head was smacked against the wall on your left, ringed hand crushing your wind pipe and making you gasp for air. His face was impassible, night dark eyes staring into yours as his other hand caressed your cheek, hushing your choking. “I thought you had killed the last of them!” his loud scream almost made your eardrums pop.

“And I did!” Steve answered, making the curly haired laugh.

“If you did, then what is this, hm?” he inquired the brunette, referring to you existence. “Why is she alive?!?”

Your hands gripped his wrists when his fingers dug deeper in your neck, trying to push him away. You were dying. You were gonna die.

“I’m sorry, doll, but it’s not personal.” he said, giving you a sarcastic smile. “No wait, actually it is! But you understand, right?” your gaping mouth had his hunger spiking up. There was nothing that he loved more than seeing humans struggle to survive. “Since you know what we are, I have to kill you.” he muttered, his breath hitting your face.

But you suddenly stopped your fighting, hands falling limp on your sides and heart beat dropping to almost zero as you stared at him.“And since you know what I am, I guess I’ll have to kill you first.” you smiled, and in a quick twist of your hand, you were freed from his grip, a groan leaving his lips as his free hand flew to his newly broken one.

How the hell…?

“Okay, that was easy. I’m sure I got the three of you, didn’t I? No please! Don’t hurt me! I’m just a hopeless weak girl!” you poured, acting all scared before you burst out in lighter, and they just stared at you in shock for a couple of seconds before they understood what was going on.

Come on, there were not the only one with little secrets and good at pretending.

“You bitch!” Robin screamed, quickly pushing away your best friend and running towards you.

You clicked your tongue, cocking the gun you quickly extracted from the waist of your skirt, which you had been hiding behind your leader jacket.

You chuckled as she tried to attack. “Bad bat.” you mockingly hummed, and then you shot, three wooden bullets bathed in vervain digging and burning the skin of her chest and stomach. She fell onto the floor with a scream, blood spilling into her hands and the wooden tiles. One.

You pulled Steve from his hair, pushing him on his knees with a hard kick on his joints, gun against the side of his head as you spoke. “Compell her to leave and forget all about this shit.” you ordered, referring to Nancy, who stood quietly laid on the floor due to the recent push.

He simply chuckled, trying to freed himself from your grip, but he knew you weren’t playing when he felt the necklace you so obsessively touched around his neck, the enchantment and vervain on it burning his skin and making him groan as you tightened it. You could rip his head off if you pulled hard enough. And he knew.

“Leave.” he struggled to say, only a whisper. “Forget any of this happened.” and just like that, Nancy got up and left, leaving the four of you to your fighting.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” you paid him back with his stupid little nickname, in a quick movement, snapping his neck and making him fall onto the floor. Two.

You knew it wouldn’t kill him. And that was not your intention, not yet, you just needed to buy time. You ripped your necklace from his neck, pulling it down your head and spinning around just in time to meet face to face with the last one of the Mystic Three. His fangs were fully exposed, red eyes surrounded by thirsty veins staring right into your soul.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” you warned him, gun pointing to his head.

“Lucky for you, you are not me.” you pulled the trigger, but a last minute struggle had the bullet denting and making a hole on the wall in front of you.

It was fast, though the pain was not smaller, fangs digging in the skin of your neck and blood spilling down to your collarbones and into his mouth. He groaned at the taste, heavily slurping as you tried to push him away, but his strong hands had gripped your wrists and waist, probably leaving bruises that would turn purple by tomorrow morning. You felt the dizziness of blood loss get all the way up to your head, the same head that now stood silently counting backwards.

3…, 2…, 1…

A weak smile spread on your face when he pulled away, eyebrows furrowed and pained factions before all the blood he had swallowed bursted out of his lips. You closed your eyes as he choked on it, some of it staining your clothes and dampening your chest.

“What…, did you do…, to me?” he sounded angry, pissed even as he went down on his knees, the burning and stabbing pain in his stomach worsening as the clock ticked.

“No. It’s not what I did to you. It’s what you did to yourself.” one of your hands pressed against the punctures in your neck, trying to stop the bleeding as fast as you could so you wouldn’t pass out in a room full of vampires. “You really thought it would be clever to drink up from a vampire hunter? Come on!” he growled.

“Fucking bitch, I’ll kill you!” you rolled your eyes at his threat.

“Yeah, yeah… Whatever.” he groaned when you gripped his hair for him to look up at you as you bent your knees, face inches away from the other. “Listen, pretty boy. I know why you three are back in Hawkins. I know what’s following you.” his breath hitched and you only smiled wider, pleased by the fear in his eyes. ��And I know you know I’m the only one who can actually help you. So don’t play with me. Be clever, think hard on it. Do you really want me dead?” more blood spluttered from his lips. You knew he would pass out soon due to the amount of vervain on his veins. You had chugged almost a litter of it that afternoon.

“And why would you help us?” he stuttered, coughing in between words and fighting hard to stay awake.

“Because you have something of mine, and I want it back. So, when you wake up, have a family reunion with those two, and don’t you try doing anything funny. If I took down the three of you once, I can do it again, hm?” a new groan left his lips when you freed him, body falling harshly onto the floor, dark eyes full of hatred digging in yours. “Night.” and with a last smile from you, you rose the gun, shooting him straight in the head.

to be continued in part two! <3

a/n;

VAMPIRE!EDDIE, VAMPIRE!EDDIE, VAMPIRE!EDDIE, VAMPIRE!EDDIE, VAMPIRE!EDDIE, VAMPIRE!EDDIE!!!!!!!!!!!! <333333

sometimes i love my broken brain for having such great ideas, but anyways… hope y’all liked this pt.1 and love this series even more!!! luv you!

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Season of the (Love) Witch Harringrove Week 2022

Prompts - Witches x Online Dating & 2020s

tw murder, blood, minor character deaths

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Well, there goes another one, Steve thinks with a sigh, his brows pinched and upturned.

Feeling forlorn is something he’s slowly becoming used to, especially as he holds his bloody athame to his chest and watches Tommy bleed out on his bedroom floor. He can feel the warmth of blood slowly trickle down his hand and arm, taking a deep breath before turning to clean the mess they’ve made.

I should’ve known, he laments to himself as he wipes his dagger off, he was a Pisces.

Wrapping the body up in his shower curtain had been harder than he expected, the guy was heavy, but Steve managed to get him downstairs and outside, burying him just under the flowerbeds beside his house.

Perhaps he’d make a better fertilizer than he was a boyfriend.

With another gentle huff, Steve peeled his gardening gloves off and tossed them into an empty bucket, going back inside his house. It was an old thing, with shutters on the windows and almost a century old, settled quietly in a secluded area. It was littered with dried herbs and flowers, empty vials lining his pantry and a small cauldron resting on his stovetop.

If anyone were to come in here, they’d call him a witch. And they’re not wrong, no. But he’s not a witch witch.

He’s a love witch.

Because that’s all he wants: to love and be loved. It’s a desire unlike anything else - something even more powerful than the ache of hunger and the call of sleep. It’s like a biological function; love keeps his broken heart beating.

Nobody gets it, which is the most frustrating thing. He’s gone on plenty of dates back in Chicago, he spent literal hours on Grindr sorting through profiles with no pictures and guys who only wanted to fuck. They all want one thing: sex. And while love and sex could and did coexist, the balance was skewed and Steve often found himself aching for more.

He didn’t want just carnal pleasure - he wanted to be held, to be seen, to be heard, to fucking love. He wanted it to be all-consuming. He wanted it reciprocated, most of all.

Because he knew what it felt like to have it not be. He knew the pain of having his heart and soul ripped out of his body by the betrayal of a loved one, of wandering eyes and hearts. His ex-boyfriend had abruptly left him for someone else and he’d been spiraling ever since.

Perhaps it was pathetic, but he had to leave after that, so he left his busy lifestyle in Chicago and traded it in for a sleepy town hours away - in Hawkins, Indiana.

With access to his trust fund, the world was his oyster. He’d taken his car and drove, letting himself go wherever the road took him, and once he’d passed the ‘Welcome to Hawkins’ sign...he felt it. Something was different here, it was in the air and in the ground, like it--like it called to him. Here, he’d find the one. He’d find himself and his greatest love.

It wasn’t until he moved in and discovered an old book in the basement that Steve learned the power of Love Magic. Perfumes and colognes to entice, potions to mesmerize, mantras and spells to manifest and attract. Everything he believed in when it came to love aligned that day, and he was eager to start his ‘hunt’.

The dating pool in Hawkins was small, especially when it came to bisexual or gay men, but that didn’t deter him. He was certain he’d find love here.

He had to.

Missing posters went up around Hawkins and Steve was miserable. Everywhere he went, he saw his ex! Poor Tommy Hagan, gone without a trace.

Steve sits down in the local coffee shop and opens Gindr again.

Someone with the name ‘You&MyCamera’ messages him, and it’s a little intriguing. Camera? Perhaps he’s into photography? Perhaps he’s the opposite of Tommy and is exactly what Steve needs?

“Hey - are you using this?”

Steve glances up from his phone and blinks, catching sight of the bluest eyes he’s ever seen and a lovely spiced scent invades his senses at the same time. Very nice cologne. Blond curls, lightly freckled nose, cute ears, a silver ring on his hand that’s resting on the back of the extra chair at Steve’s small table.

He manages a small shake of his head with a small smile, “No, I’m not.”

The blond gives him a quick once-over and Steve straightens his back a little, admiring the way the other man smiles at him and mumbles, “Thanks.”

Steve doesn’t look away even as the blond takes the chair and slides it over to the next table, where a younger girl with red hair is sitting and pouting. He can’t really look away from the blond, either, not until his phone vibrates and he looks down to find that Mr. Camera has messaged him about meeting up.

It turns out that Mr. Camera is actually named Jonathan, and he’s very much into photography. In fact, when they first meet up, he wants to take pictures of Steve - artsy stuff, too, with shadows and silhouettes, something a little dark. They talk openly about what they want from life and about their fantasies over strong cocktails in Jonathan’s living room.

Which works for Steve because he himself is a fantasy, or at least tries to be. He wakes up early to take care of himself - he’ll pamper his body in a bath with pressed oils and homemade soaps, skincare from the earth, cologne he made himself, and he wears his clothes well. Tailored to his body, as they should be. His hair is always a perfect mess, too. Ensuring that he looks good always makes him feel good.

Jonathan is...not so much into those things. He brushes his teeth and brushes his hair and doesn’t even bother wearing cologne. He’d rather stay up late watching old films or developing his photos, or learning about cameras and how to get the perfect shot. He’s passionate, but other than that, they don’t have much in common at all.

And Steve is irritated. He likes Jonathan well enough, he’s shy and cute, he’s good in bed, but he’s just...distracted. He should be loving Steve every chance he gets, not fiddling with silly old cameras or telling Steve that he can’t go out with him because his friend Nancy needs his help with something important.

But, not to worry. Steve knows how to fix it. He flips open his spell book at home and gathers his ingredients, following the recipe as his cauldron gently simmers. He invites Jonathan over that night and pours the dark, shimmering liquid into some tea, smiling as he smells the earthy scent of it before it’s gone, masked by the mint and flowers in the tea.

“I didn’t think you’d want me over so late,” Jonathan admits as he settles down on the couch with a smile, “What’s the occasion?”

Steve carefully brings the small tray over to him, smiling at the other man before giving him a little pout, “Am I not allowed to miss you and want you around whenever I want, Byers?”

“I suppose not,” Jonathan laughs softly, taking one of the cups as Steve offers it.

He watches Jonathan take a careful sip, wary of the temperature, but then his eyes cloud over a little and he takes another sip, humming in approval, “’S good,” he mumbles.

“I know,” Steve smiles, leaning back against the couch and brushing his hand over Jonathan’s soft hair, “Drink up.”

Jonathan finishes the tea before it even cools and if Steve could, he’d purr in satisfaction.

Things go...well.

The potion works like a charm, for maybe a week. Jonathan is attentive and wants Steve around all the time, he even takes them out to the pumpkin patch one sunny Saturday afternoon - without Nancy, for once.

It’s a cute date, they take pictures with an old camera and pick out pumpkins, Steve holding his small green pumpkin against his chest as Jonathan goes off to fetch them some hot apple cider - his treat, of course.

It should be a perfect afternoon and yet Steve is still irritated.

He has no idea why. He stands in his spot, pumpkin held against his coat, and watches Jonathan stalk away in his plain jacket and old jeans, so eager to please Steve now. He’s like an eager puppy and he’s sweet and shy and yet--

Steve jolts forward suddenly, bumped from behind, and whips his head around with a frown - only to blink in surprise.

The blond, from the cafe.

“Oh, shit - my bad,” the other laughs quietly, “I was looking over at the pumpkins and not where I was going—wait,” he furrows his brows a little as a knowing look slowly crosses his handsome face, “We’ve met before, haven’t we?”

“Briefly,” Steve finally says once he’s regained control of his tongue, admiring how that denim jacket sits on the other man’s shoulders, “You stole a chair from me at the cafe.”

“Stole?” The stranger grins, amused, “Pretty sure I asked before taking it.”

“Hm,” Steve hums with a playful look, feeling a cool breeze against his face that carries the strong scent of cologne, something spiced with musk and a bit of floral, and his brain goes blank.

“Billy,” the blond introduces himself after a moment of the two of them just staring, holding his hand out, “My name’s Billy.”

Billy. Steve smiles as he reaches out and takes his hand, feeling the firm grip and the warmth it provides his cold fingers, “Nice to meet you, Billy. My--”

“--I’m back!” Jonathan announces from just behind them.

Steve pulls his hand away from the blond and turns around to smile at his date, about to open his mouth to say something when Jonathan pushes the cup of cider into his cold hands and presses a kiss to his cheek. Steve blushes and glances over at Billy, curious to see the way those blue eyes stare at Jonathan, who is pretty oblivious to the blond as all of his attention is rightfully on Steve.

“C’mon, we can go get lost in the corn maze while we drink these,” Jonathan smiles, tugging on Steve’s arm, eager to go.

And Steve loves that idea so he nods, but casts one last look at Billy, who’s gaze slowly slides from Jonathan and back over to him, lifting a brow in question. But, he says nothing. He shoves his hands into his jacket and gives Steve a small, tight smile before nodding his goodbye, turning on his heel to head back to wherever he came from.

No matter how hard he tries, Steve can’t get that look out of his mind.

A week or two passes.

And Steve is annoyed because he’s run out of an herb and so his potion isn’t as strong. Jonathan starts to become distant, stops coming around whenever Steve asks him to, he starts staying home again and skipping dates in favour of hanging out with Nancy. He starts treating Steve like he isn’t a priority.

Sick of it, Steve finds another recipe in his book and realizes that he can get one of the ingredients locally. With a sense of renewed hope, he rushes off to the local flower shop, which is run by a lovely lady named Chrissy. She welcomes him warmly and smells just like a rose, directing him towards the back of her shop where the dried items are kept.

When he gets to the back, he runs into a familiar face, which stops him dead in his tracks.

Billy looks over at him and smirks softly, holding a small packet of dried elderberry as he hums playfully, “Are you stalking me or something?”

“Or something,” Steve chuckles with a small shake of his head, going over stand next to Billy and see what dried goods he could find, continuing to speak, “Although I’m starting to think you’re stalking me.”

“Relax, pretty boy,” Billy hums as he puts the elderberry back and reaches for the rosebuds, “I have better things to do with my time than stalk you.”

Steve rolls his eyes and grabs the pouch of rosebuds that Billy was reaching for, delighted to have Billy looking at him again, even if it’s a sharp look. He smiles with a little shrug, “I dunno, I think I’m worth stalking.”

Billy lifts a brow, barely even blinking as they stare at one another, “You think so, hm?”

“Mhm,” Steve nods, and then gives the blond a curious look, “What are you buying rosebuds for, anyway?”

Turning to face him, Billy smiles meanly as he speaks, “My sister wants them, if you must know. She’s in school right now and Chrissy’s shop has weird hours so I’m grabbing them for her.”

“Aww,” Steve coos just as mean, enjoying this little bit of strange banter as he fails to keep a small smile off his face, “Such a sweet older brother, aren’t you?”

There’s a darkness in Billy’s eyes, blue like a stormy ocean as he smirks at Steve and shakes his head ‘no’ slowly, muttering, “I’m not as sweet as I look.”

Steve licks his lips, feels his stomach flutter as Billy comes closer and that same spiced, floral musk fills his nose. It has him whispering as he stares into those blue eyes, “Yeah...you don’t look very sweet to me, I take back what I said.”

“Good,” Billy hums, and then plucks the pouch of rosebuds right out of Steve’s hands, looking very pleased with himself as he steps around him, “See you around, pretty boy--”

“Steve,” he interrupts, all but whipping around to watch Billy stop and glance back at him curiously from over his muscled shoulder. Steve clears his throat, “My name is Steve.”

Billy looks him over again, slowly, with purpose, until he smirks and says, “I like ‘pretty boy’ better.” And turns to head to the front of the shop to buy the rosebuds, leaving Steve to stand alone and stare.

He’s certain Jonathan is in love with Nancy and she is just as in love with him and it hurts.

What does Nancy have that he doesn’t?

He even considers the possibility that Nancy has whipped up her own potion for Jonathan, but he knows that she is no witch, she’s just a smart girl with a lot of passion. When they had first met, they’d discussed a lot of things - one in particular being love.

“Love is nice, but it’s not something I’ve ever really obsessed over,” Nancy had said as she lifted her teacup to her small mouth, looking at Steve as she did, “There’s so much more to life than romantic love.”

And he had wanted to scoff, to roll his eyes, because obviously there was but everything paled in comparison. Instead, he indulged her as he plopped a sugar cube into his tea and asked, “Like what?”

“Your career, for one,” she said after a long sip, “Your hobbies, traveling, reading - plenty of things.”

Apparently four things was ‘plenty’ to her, but Steve just gave her a small smile as he stirred his tea, glancing over at Jonathan to see clear admiration in those dark eyes as he stared at her.

What did Nancy know about love, anyway. She never spoke about past loves or what her ideal partner would be - although Steve had a sneaking suspicion on what or who that might look like. While she did complicate Jonathan and his relationship a lot, she also never made any moves on him, and Steve had to wonder if she ever would.

Perhaps it was cruel and mean, but he liked having what she didn’t. What she couldn’t.

That was, until he’d caught them, on a Sunday afternoon a few days after purchasing his dried herb.

Steve had spent all morning cooking up the new potion and infusing it within freshly baked lemon squares, eager to see the effect this recipe would give. He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he hadn’t seen Nancy’s car out front, too busy fussing with the little box in his hands as he opened the front door with the hidden key under the mat.

When he had opened the door, he heard a squeak, like a mouse, and looked up to see Jonathan pressing Nancy into the wall, his mouth on her neck and her fingers digging into his shoulders, a look of pure desire across her face.

He’d dropped the lemon squares onto the floor and the two broke apart, calling after him as he rushed out of the house, pinching the bridge of his nose to hold back tears.

It wasn’t fair. Even with the use of magic, he was unlovable.

He got back into his car and drove aimlessly for a long time, placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting it, taking long drags until it burned his lungs a little. He drove with it pinched between two fingers on the steering wheel, his brows also pinched as he thought.

There was something here, still calling to him, but what was it?

Perhaps he was wrong, or maybe his intuition was messed up. Maybe Hawkins was a bad idea.

The sun is beginning to set so he decides to head back home, rounding a curve and nearly slamming on his breaks as he almost rear ends another car parked on the side of the road.

“What the--” he huffs as he pulls over just ahead of the old Camaro and looks in his rearview mirror with a frown, but his eyes widen as he spots a familiar head of blond curls in the driver’s seat.

Billy.

Steve parks his Beamer and gets out, watches as Billy looks up from his lap and a smile appears on that handsome face.

“Well, well, looks like my knight in shining armor has arrived,” Billy chuckles as he pulls himself out of the car and looks Steve over.

That familiar cologne is in his nose again before he’s even near Billy, almost like he’s expecting it now, and he stops just a few feet away. His eyes go down to the tires on the car and spots the problem: one of the rear tires is completely blown. He glances up at the blond again, quirking a brow, “Haven’t called a tow truck yet?”

“Phone’s dead,” Billy sighs and clicks his tongue, because isn’t that just shit luck, before holding up a paperback for Steve to see, “Been trying to pass the time until someone drove by, and lucky me, someone finally did after two hours.”

“Two hours?” Steve frowns, “What are you doing out here, anyway?”

Billy smirks, “I could ask you the same thing.”

Steve purses his lips, looks away, because the hurt is still fresh and raw and Billy quickly catches his change of mood because he clears his throat and asks, “Could you give me a lift back home so I can grab my spare?”

And who is Steve to leave a man stranded?

Having Billy as a passenger is probably the best thing to happen to Steve. The entire drive back to town, they talked - about everything. Where they were from (Billy was from California), what they were doing here (Billy was the legal guardian for his younger step-sister until she finished high school), where their family was (Billy said his father and step-mother were six feet under and his mom wanted nothing to do with him), what they liked to do in their spare time (Billy liked to work out and garden and read), and there wasn’t even a moment where they fell into awkward silence.

It was easy.

And once he pulled up to Billy’s house, the blond had reached over to place his hand on top of Steve’s on the steering wheel, giving it a gentle squeeze in silent thanks. It made him smile, and he nodded his head towards the house, “Go on, I’ll be here.”

It was odd, to be so willing to help Billy like this when he could be nice and cozy at home, but...he also didn’t mind. He liked helping - he liked being useful, no, needed. He loved feeling needed and wanted.

And Billy needed and wanted him.

So much so that when Billy had finally put his spare on and Steve had chatted his ear off the entire time, the blond had asked him to dinner with a soft, shy, barely-there smile and Steve had sighed a soft ‘yes’.

The desperation he felt for Jonathan had lessened and lessened as the days went on, especially when he had Billy.

It could have something to do with the fact that he’d put a curse on the new happy couple, but, it was definitely because of Billy.

The blond was everything he had ever wanted. Strong, smart, masculine - to start. Billy had a burning fire within him, Steve could see it in his eyes, and he was entranced by it. Billy was attentive and caring, cold to everyone else that he didn’t care about, and Steve adored him. He loved it when Billy would stop by with either a book or movie and some wine or beer for them to share.

Steve’s favourite thing to do was put on some gentle background music and drink Billy’s homemade strawberry wine while the blond read to him. It was romantic and thoughtful and everything Steve wanted. It was everything Billy wanted, too.

But, as the days turned to weeks, Steve felt…insecure. Billy was an absolute dream and if his previous loves had fizzled out, maybe Billy would, too - and he couldn’t have that.

So, he made his potion. The herb had grown back better than ever so he cut a few leaves and brought them inside, pulling out his faithful spell book and cauldron.

He knew it wasn’t the best idea, to give Billy this potion when the blond already seemed so invested, but he didn’t want to lose that. He couldn’t risk Billy not loving him.

It’s a Sunday night when Billy comes over again, Steve greeting him at the door with a smile and a kiss, letting himself get wrapped up in the blond’s affections and quiet tenderness. Billy murmurs how he’s missed Steve, right into his ear, and Steve melts in his arms.

“We saw each other, like, two days ago,” Steve can’t help but laugh softly, feeling the brush of Billy’s lips and moustache against his neck as he’s kissed there.

“Mm, doesn’t matter,” Billy mumbles, sliding his palm down the curve of Steve’s back, slowly, until he’s grabbing a handful of his ass and Steve pushes him away with a playful look.

“Hands to yourself, bub,” he grins, still letting Billy grab his wrist and pull him back in, although he does rest his hands on Billy’s chest where his shirt is unbuttoned wide open, “You want a drink?” He hums.

Billy nods, smiling softly as they stare at each other for another moment and Steve takes a deep breath of that spiced cologne and sighs dreamily, feeling safe and warm and loved just like he’s always wanted and deserved.

“Tea?” Steve murmurs, peeling Billy off of him with a grin as the blond continues to paw at him, making Steve laugh again, “Enough! I need to make the tea!”

“Alright, alright, princess - don’t get your panties in a bunch,” Billy smirks, giving him a smack on the ass before heading over to the living room to sit down and wait for the tea.

Which, of course, contains a few drops of the new potion. Steve watches it shimmer in the tea, stirring slowly, and places the spoon aside to bring the small tray over to the living room - where he finds Billy touching his neck and wrists from his spot on the couch.

Billy abruptly stops, his eyes wide like he’s been caught, until he spots the teacups and pats the spot beside him. A silent ‘come here’, and Steve eagerly goes, noticing the small bottle Billy shoves back into his pants pocket.

“What’s that?” He asks as he sits, placing the tray down on the coffee table in front of them.

“Just my cologne,” Billy answers, “What kind of tea is this?”

Steve picks up Billy’s cup and hands it to him carefully, letting rough hands take the porcelain. “It’s just mint tea, picked it myself,” Steve smiles.

Billy’s brows lift at that, like he’s impressed, and he lifts the teacup to his mouth but freezes as he gives it a sniff just as his little bottle of cologne tumbles out of his pocket and onto the floor.

Steve’s immediately on it, bending forward to grab it off the hardwood and bringing it to his lap - and he freezes, too.

It’s a potion bottle. Just like his, but smaller, more portable. The liquid is a shimmering red-orange, like a bottled sunset, and he looks up at Billy to find the blond staring down into the tea.

“Is this—”

“Are you—”

They snap their mouths shut and look at each other, eyes wide in disbelief.

Billy’s the one to break the silence first, asking quietly, “What’s in this tea?”

And that makes Steve worried, because most people don’t notice the small shimmer and earthy scent just under the sharp mint. But Billy did the second he lifted the cup to his face.

Maybe it’s immature or stupid, but Steve doesn’t answer - instead, he holds up the bottle in his hand and gives Billy a questioning look, “I’ll tell you if you tell me what this is.”

Surprisingly, Billy looks…embarrassed. Just a little, because he sets the tea down onto his lap and looks away, his brows furrowing as he thinks his answer over. After a moment, he clears his throat gently and says, “It’s a…a love potion. A cologne, meant to entice the person meant for me.”

Steve blinks, shocked.

“Hold on,” Steve adjusts himself in his seat so he’s facing Billy head-on, holding up the bottle between them, “This is what I’ve been smelling for months? It was you?!”

Billy gives a small shrug, “I mean - yes? Unless someone else has placed a charm on you.”

No, Steve certain no one hasn’t. But then again, he didn’t expect Billy to be using love magic on him.

So, he opens the bottle and gives it a sniff - and yeah, that’s it, the spiced cologne he’s been smelling since they had first met in the cafe.

“Wait,” he says as he corks the bottle again, “When did you start this?”

“Just before you came to town,” Billy mutters, “I was working on manifesting and meditating when I saw a, um, sort of…vision. Messy brown hair and big doe eyes. I found a recipe that’s meant to help with attracting the person meant for me so I used it, and the next day, we met at the cafe. And then we kept meeting, almost by chance.” Billy pauses and lifts the tea again, staring down at it as he mumbles, “And now you’re…making me drink a…potion?”

Steve winces, because yeah, he is. “It’s the first time,” he blurts out, “With you. I…I haven’t used any magic with you because I didn’t want you to leave me. But I haven’t had to. You seem to like me as I am.”

Billy looks up again, this time in disbelief, because he says in a matching tone, “Of course I do. Stevie, you know this. I’m here every chance I can get, you don’t need to put me under a spell to make me love you.”

Love you.

Billy loves him.

“You love me?” Steve asks in a quiet, tiny voice.

And Billy gives him a tired, affectionate look. Smiles gently and nods. “You know I do.”

“And I love you. So, let’s stop this,” Steve says definitively, “No more cologne and no more love potion. Okay?”

“Okay,” Billy agrees with a small smile.

As if to prove it, he sets the cologne in front of them on the coffee table and takes Billy’s cup from him, going to the kitchen to make him a new one.

And that should be the end of it. No more potions, charms, colognes.

But Steve can’t stop.

He puts a single drop into the new cup of tea. Billy has to love him. Steve can’t let him go.

Perhaps it’s better this way, he thinks as he returns with the new cup and sits down, watching Billy take a sip, sealing their fate.

When he picks up his own cup from the coffee table, he notices a shimmering liquid in it and a spiced scent just under the mint.

He takes a sip and thinks, yes, definitely better this way.

#HarringroveWeek #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #steve x billy #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #tommy hagan #tw blood #tw murder #tw minor character death #witch au

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Ship: wheelham (nancy wheeler/chrissy cunningham)

Rating: 18+, minors DNI

word count: 2.2k

Summary: Nancy needs a little help from Chrissy for a hairy problem she has

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The forest around Hawkins was quiet tonight except from the crunch of leaves under Chrissy’s feet. She couldn’t see more than five feet ahead of herself, the smell of wet grass and earth was comforting to her. Chrissy had always loved the forest and the tales of the creatures that lived within.

When she had shown magical abilities as a child, her mother had been terrified, a witch in the Cunningham family? As far as Mrs Cunningham was concerned Chrissy had to hide her magical abilities for the sake of the family image. It was painful for Chrissy but she did what her mother told her. Until she met Nancy.

Nancy had been very interested in Chrissy’s magical abilities, especially when she learned that Chrissy’s magic was nature related. The two girls had become fast friends and even faster lovers. Secret kisses behind the gymnasium and holding hands underneath the desk in the library. But Chrissy had the feeling that Nancy was hiding something from her, something that made Chrissy think that Nancy wasn’t entirely human.

This was the reason that Chrissy found herself in the woods at some point past 1 o’clock in the morning. The moon was full in the sky, looking down on the world like an unblinking eye. Chrissy had noticed that Nancy had been acting more, irritable? Clingy? Either way it wasn’t usual behaviour from her girlfriend. Chrissy wasn’t 100% sure on this but she swore she had seen a gold outline on Nancy’s blue-grey eyes at some points but if she looked again it was gone. Nancy had also been eating a lot more red meat recently, when Chrissy asked about it, she knew Nancy wasn’t a big fan of red meat usually, Nancy laughed and said she was PMS-ing. For some reason Chrissy’s gut told her this was a lie. There was a distinct smell in the air, something animalistic, like a wet dog but also something sweet, like the vanilla perfume Nancy usually wore. Was Nancy here? Chrissy delved further into the woods to find out.

Someone had definitely come through here, there was a path made through the long grass, the curious smell from before following that path. It led into a copse of trees, the foliage so thick above that no light from the moon filtered through. Chrissy summoned a small ball of light and used to guide herself along the path, along the way she saw a pair of Nancy’s sneakers abandoned before her. That confirmed two things for her, Nancy was here and that she wasn’t entirely human. Not that that was a problem for her, Nancy had accepted Chrissy as a witch almost immediately, and Chrissy would accept Nancy for what she was too.

The path led Chrissy to a small clearing, the trees surrounded the clearing in a circle, a clear view up to the moon. Chrissy thought this place looked familiar but couldn’t quite place it. She could feel some magical energy here, perhaps a former witches circle? But what really concerned Chrissy was that Nancy was there, curled up in a ball, her body twitching as if she was in a great amount of pain.

Chrissy rushed over to be by her side, “Nancy? Are you ok?” she asked, concerned. She didn’t dare touch Nancy just in case that she didn’t want to be touched, Nancy looked over her shoulder to see who was speaking to her, the tension in her body at an all time high, but relaxed when she saw it was Chrissy.

“Chriss… you shouldn’t be here,” another wave of pain racked Nancy’s body, making her cry out, it was getting harder to resist the change, Nancy wouldn’t forgive herself if she hurt Chrissy.

“Nancy please tell me what’s going on, I wanna help you,” Chrissy’s voice was full of concern, her heart breaking at the sight of Nancy in so much pain. If Chrissy could take the pain away, she’d try everything she could but she feared that she would not be able to do anything. Nancy managed to sit up to face Chrissy with a great deal of effort, her chest heaving. Then Chrissy saw the truth, Nancy’s eyes were now a golden yellow, her canine teeth becoming sharper, nails curling into claws, patches of thick hair on her forearms and legs, and her ears were now pointed. Nancy was a werewolf. Now all of Nancy’s odd behaviour around the full moon made sense. Chrissy was glad that it wasn’t anything terrible, although she felt a little upset that Nancy kept this part of herself from Chrissy, Chrissy knew she couldn’t think about that right now, Nancy needed help.

“Chrissy, I…” Nancy started before a smell hit her nose, something sweet, a little musky, but just overwhelmingly Chrissy. It made her salivate, the more animalistic side to her calling for more. Chrissy moved closer and cupped Nancy’s face, looking at Nancy with such a tender, loving gaze, it made Nancy know that Chrissy didn’t care that she was a werewolf, Chrissy did truly love her.

“Nance, please let me help you,” Chrissy was so sincere, so earnest, so good. It made Nancy feel like she didn’t deserve her.

They shared a kiss, tender and intimate, Chrissy could feel her heart beat fast in her chest, the air becoming charged with sexual tension, Nancy’s hands moved up her sides, her touch feather-light, making Chrissy shiver. Nancy’s kisses moved down to her neck, grazing the delicate skin with her fangs, the combined sense of danger and eroticism, making some heat settle in Chrissy’s belly.

“Nancy, please…” Chrissy moved Nancy’s hands to her chest, cupping her breasts, giving a silent consent for Nancy to keep going. The sound of fabric ripping filled Chrissy’s ears, the feeling of the cold air hitting her chest making her gasp. Nancy made quick work of Chrissy’s bra, leaving her in only the jeans she was wearing. Her head tilted back in pleasure as Nancy began playing with her nipples, rolling them between her fingers, with just the right amount of pressure to tease along the line between pleasure and pain. “Oh god… just like that…” Chrissy moaned as Nancy took one nipple into her mouth, lapping at it with her tongue, teasing those delicious sounds out of Chrissy.

“Please, Nancy, I want to…” Chrissy whimpered, her lip quivering.

“You want to what?” Nancy whispered, not wanting to leave such an intimate moment with Chrissy.

“I want to touch you as well,” Chrissy tugged at Nancy’s sweater, lifting it up to the bottom of her ribcage.

Nancy smiled and let Chrissy take off the sweater, and unhook her bra, leaving the discarded clothing in a pile. Chrissy pulled Nancy on top of her, grinding against their still-clothed hips together. Chrissy, feeling a little more confident, gave one of Nancy’s tits a squeeze, “got such pretty tits Nance,” appreciating the noise she got in response from Nancy. Chrissy could feel the heat coiling inside her, she wanted more, wanted more of Nancy. One hand stayed at Nancy’s chest, the other slid down the front of Nancy’s pants, down into her panties and toying with the wetness there.

Nancy whimpered and ground her hips down onto Chrissy’s hand, “Chrissy, I… ohhh… keep doing that,” she spoke with a breathy voice as Chrissy teased circles around her clit, making the muscles in her thighs twitch. She grabbed at the waistline of her pants, pulling them down, kicking them off somewhere behind her. She then did the same for Chrissy, revealing a pair of pale pink lacy underwear.

“Wearing such pretty panties for me, huh?” she whispered into Chrissy’s ear, one of her fingers teasing along the wet spot in between the other girl’s legs. Chrissy’s strawberry blonde hair fanned out behind her head like a halo, making Chrissy look more angelic than she already did. Chrissy’s hand left Nancy’s panties so she could wrap her arms around Nancy’s back, pulling her into a passionate kiss, before Nancy kissed her way downwards, pushing the pink lace to the side, gently running her fingers along Chrissy’s wet folds, making the other girl squeeze her thighs together. Nancy wasted no more time and went to lapping and sucking at Chrissy’s clit, moving the folds with her fingers so she could lick at Chrissy’s entrance, tasting her arousal.

“Fuck Nancy, so good…” Chrissy’s chest heaved, she’d never been eaten out before, and god she was enjoying it. She squeezed her thighs around Nancy’s head, tangling her fingers in her hair, Nancy kept going, encouraged by Chrissy’s moans and whimpers that she was getting close, Nancy wanted to see what beautiful sounds Chrissy would make as she came.

Chrissy wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold on for, anytime she bucked her hips, Nancy held her down, focusing in on her clit, making sure Chirssy had the utmost pleasure that Nancy could give her. Chrissy was so close, teetering on the edge of her orgasm, her thighs were tense, her breathing stuttered, so, so, so close. Nancy seemed to have sensed this and asked teasingly if Chrissy was going to come for her.

“I’m so close, baby please…” Chrissy felt her orgasm hit her like a truck, her hips shaking, thighs clenched tightly around Nancy’s head. It was no doubt the most intense orgasm Chrissy had ever had. “Shit… oh my god, Nance,” she breathed out when her high was over. Nancy looked up from between Chrissy’s legs, her lips and chin wet with Chrissy’s release. She licked her lips like it was the most delicious thing.

“So good for me Chrissy, so good,” Nancy purred, kissing at the delicate skin of Chrissy’s inner thighs. Nancy looked so hot doing it, her sharp teeth adding that edge of danger that got Chrissy feeling some sort of way. Nancy’s grip on her thighs would leave some bruises that Chrissy would hide under her cheerleading skirt, but would remind Chrissy of this encounter.

Chrissy shuffled herself to a kneeling position, pulling off her panties, throwing them into the pile of clothing, Nancy did the same, her wet pussy looking so inviting to Chrissy, she wanted to touch the other girl, give her the same pleasure that she had received.

Even with the more wolfy features Nancy was the most gorgeous person Chrissy had ever seen, she had no doubt that she absolutely adored Nancy. The two girls kissed again, lingering in each other’s arms for a minute before they laid down together, Chrissy pressed one leg in between Nancy's, allowing her to grind against it. Nancy’s eyes fluttered shut, little breathy moans coming from her mouth. Chrissy felt herself get wet again from watching Nancy pleasure herself, Chrissy wanted it to be her that was making Nancy feel good.

“Want you to touch me,” Nancy whispered, her voice needy. Who was Chrissy to deny her? They got into a position where they both could grind against each other, Chrissy taking the position on top, grinding against Nancy, making the other girl buck her hips, making her let out those cute little breathy moans. “Chriss… please more,” Nancy whimpered.

“Hmm? What was that baby? You want me to make you feel good?” Chrissy asked in an oh-so-innocent voice, but her choice of words hinting at the more dominant role Chrissy was taking here. “You want me to touch you?” Chrissy then dipped a hand between their bodies, the pad of her finger tracing circles around Nancy’s clit, making the other girl squirm.

“Yes, Chrissy please touch me, please,” Nancy was nearly sobbing at the stimulation to her clit, but not enough to bring her to orgasm. She bucked her hips, hoping for more of that pleasure she craved so much, she wanted to come so bad, she wanted to be good for Chrissy. She got her answer in Chrissy grinding down, Nancy gripped her hips, wanting this moment to last, both girls giving and receiving pleasure, enjoying each other’s bodies.

Nancy felt the beginning of her orgasm begin as a pressure in her lower abdomen, and felt some of her wetness on her inner thighs, or was it Chrissy’s? Nancy neither knew nor cared at this point, both girls were panting and so, so, so close.

“‘M close, gonna come,” Nancy grunted through the intense clitoral stimulation Chrissy was giving her, her thigh muscles were twitching, she felt like she wanted to pull away but also she didn’t, the pressure in her stomach was at boiling point until- “Hah! Chrissyyyyyy," Nancy came with a cry, her claws raking red lines down Chrissy’s back. Chrissy came not long after, both girls laying in each other’s arms, basking in post-orgasm afterglow.

“God, that was, that was amazing,” Nancy said, utterly exhausted from Chrissy and her antics tonight. Her voice turned a little sheepish, “sorry about your back,” her face got redder when Chrissy turned to look at her back, as if she hadn’t even noticed that Nancy’s claws had scratched her.

Chrissy giggled at her girlfriend’s expression lying on her side beside Nancy, “it’s ok,” was all she said, but her voice was filled with so much love for Nancy, that the other girl couldn’t help but feel all mushy inside.

“I love you Chrissy,”

“I love you too, Nancy,”

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