A Taste Of You (13811 words) by Batty_The_Jester
Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson
Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, brief mentions of:, Dustin Henderson, Gareth (Stranger Things), Unnamed Freak (Stranger Things), Jeff (Stranger Things)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Season 5 Trailer Compliant (No S5 Spoilers), season 4 fix-it, Queer Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Vampire Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson as Kas The Betrayer-Adjacent, Monsterfucker Steve Harrington, transformations, Blook Drinking, Dubious Consent, Traditional Vampire Lore Meets Modern Day Lore, Memories Through Blood Drinking, Porn With Plot, Open but happy ending, Scent Kink, marking kink, Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Steve Harrington, monsterlover, Arm Bindings, Transformation During Blood Drinking, Forced edging, Rough Sex, then soft sex, reassurance, Anal Sex, No Season 5 Spoilers, Frottage, cumming untouched, Okay now there's plot, Praise Kink, Sensation Sharing, Blood Kink, Mild Hurt/Comfort
Series: Part 9 of Batty's Monsterfucker Madness
Summary:
Eddie Munson has been dead for nine days.
Death had been… kinder to him than he’d expected. Not a single lick of heat from the flames of hell beating against his skin or any evil little guys with pitchforks pulling him apart to make him pay for his sins. It was almost pleasant - nothing like the ‘good, Christian folk’ of Hawkins had always said would be waiting for him - but there weren’t any soothing light, trumpets, or the warmth of heaven like his mother has always said waited on the other side either.
Then, something stirs above his grave, pulling him from the haze of the voice he's slept in for what feels like a blink and an eternity all at once, and he finds himself across town. Standing at a familiar door… waiting for it to open for him.
an F1 RPF Landoscar Omegaverse whump collection by papayabrain
For Whumptober 2025
No.32: BONUS - Sequel to No.18
Summary: Oscar and Max decide what to do, while Lando wakes up alone.
Part 2 to No.18: Environmental Whump.
Rating: T
Word count: 2.5k
Warnings: Minor injuries and some mental anguish. Plentiful fluff and comfort too! 🧡
Notes: AO3 user manorally199 requested a bonus recovery chapter set post-avalanche 🫶🏻
Read on AO3 | or read below 👇🏼
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Oscar couldn’t touch his food. Not even the warm honey and lemon drink Max made for him. Couldn’t dare take his eyes away from his phone or the TV, blurry as the screens might be.
His head throbbed mercilessly while his stomach twisted itself into all kinds of knots. Max had given him one of Lando’s hoodies to wear, and he noticed Max’s trackies were also LN4 branded.
Lando loved sharing his clothes. It was one of his love languages.
He inhaled more of his mate’s scent. The bite on his neck had long stopped hurting, and he dreaded to think what it could mean. It was what had alerted him before – waking up to the sudden, agonising turmoil echoing through it that had him staggering out of the nest.
The overwhelming helplessness was terrifying. Max had forcibly calmed him down and made a makeshift nest on the couch, and all they could do was sit and wait for news. Oscar had fought, attempted to shove on his boots and go out and fucking help, but the room spun from moving too fast, and Max had taken the brunt of his fall.
He’d faced defeat after that. Forced to wait, something that wasn’t natural to him.
Max, to his credit, was busy. Constantly on his phone, contacting Lando and Martin’s families, before trying his best to contact the French authorities. He was pacing, clenching his fists, and kept taking the phone away from his face to whine.
Oscar had pleaded for it, and Max relented once he realised what he wanted. He spoke enough French to get the point across, adding more names to the list of those missing.
When his friend collapsed back onto the couch with a heavy sigh, tears gathering in his eyes, Oscar summoned the strength to give a weak rumble. Anything to soothe him. Max’s omega responded immediately, whining and purring as he cuddled up against him, eyes fully streaming.
“Fuck, I wish we could help them. I dunno what else to do.”
Oscar cleared his throat, wincing as it spiked the ache in his head. “You sure it’s not worth heading there to see if they’re okay? They might be waiting for us.”
He winced as the words left his mouth. They were more likely buried. Trapped. He hoped they were together, wherever they were. Martin would do anything to protect Lando. He knew his mate would too, and his stomach jolted as his alpha wished for his omegas to be unharmed. He wanted them both back safe. He and Lando might be in a relationship, but Martin was part of their pack, too.
“Bro, I’d do it myself, but I’m not leaving you alone.”
“Then take me with you.” He sat up, swinging his legs off the couch. “Please, Max. I need them to be okay.”
Moping wasn’t doing anything.
“Bob would kill me. I’m supposed to be looking after you.”
“I want all my omegas to be safe. It’s my responsibility.”
Max smirked at him. “Your omegas, huh?”
“Like you and Lando haven’t been pack for years now. You both come with a neon label that says: package deal, do not separate.” He coughed as Max cackled. “Martin’s the newest addition. P too before you start worrying.”
He watched Max stare through him as he processed. Then he nodded and slapped his thighs.
“Right. You eat first, please. Then we’ll wrap up and go. I’ll find us a car.”
Oscar managed a smile.
~
Owww.
Groaning and panting, he dislodged the weight over his eyes. His goggles. What the hell happened?
Squinting, his surroundings slowly came into focus. Splintered wood, dripping snow, settling dust.
Silence.
“Marty?” he rasped, his throat raw. He tried to roll his head in any direction. Everything spun, and he flopped back. The sharp clang of his helmet echoed in his ears. “Fuck.” He coughed, breath bursting from his lungs, chest exploding. He wouldn’t be shocked if he’d broken a rib or two. Or more.
“Hello? Anybody?”
He could smell tulips and strawberries. Martin wasn’t answering him. No no no no no!
Whining, he did a quick check of his arms. His right one seemed fine, the one he’d shoved off his goggles with. His left one, however, burned when he flexed it. A sprain, maybe, badly twisted. Bracing his good hand on the floor, he counted to three before pushing himself upright. His vision spotted, and he breathed as deeply as he could while it settled. Yep, definitely hurt some ribs.
There was nobody else here.
He swore he’d heard Martin’s voice before. He’d tried to get him to stay awake. His scent still lingered. The omega whined, yearning for comfort. For Martin, for Max, for Oscar. For his pack. If Lando had been out cold, it made sense Martin would’ve gone to get help.
Now that he was sitting, he could survey the room some more. Some old, dusty, and abandoned ski patrol post. Disgusting, but he was grateful it’d saved them from the avalanche. The walls were adorned with old peeling maps and papers, while debris littered the floor.
Drag marks were leading to the door. Martin was hurt.
His gloved fingers flexed in his lap, grabbing something that wasn’t his coat or salopettes. Tulips and strawberries filled his nose. Martin had left his pink beanie. Something with his scent on so he wouldn’t feel alone. Burying his face against it, he dissolved into quiet sobs. Martin was coming back for him.
They’d return to Osc and Max.
He slowly slipped his helmet off before yanking on the beanie. His neck was stiff and sore, but he managed it. Placing the helmet aside, something else made a thump as it fell over, and he nearly cried again when he saw the small collection of water and snacks that were next to where his head had been.
Martin’s bag had survived the wringer. Lando’s apparently had not.
Unzipping his coat, he dug through his layers until he got to his undershirt. It was his alpha’s, closest to his skin, and he awkwardly dragged it up to his nose. He had to keep his layers on to stave off the cold, but the faint chocolate of Osc he inhaled was enough for his omega to purr.
Dragging himself over to an overturned table he could lean against, he tucked into the water and one of the snacks. He’d have to stay put, knowing help was coming back to him.
It went against his instincts to stay, but knowing he had the protection from the snow, water, food, and the scents of his pack, he let the fatigue overwhelm him once more.
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Oscar drummed his fingers on the van door.
Max had begged their neighbours to use it, given that it was an emergency. They had pack members to track down, and they were thankfully quick to provide support.
He was glad Max knew the way to drive. His head was pounding, hood tucked over his head to shield his eyes from the bright whiteness of it all. Endless. Blinding. Deafening. His Aussie-born body didn’t belong here. But they had to find Lando and Martin.
It was chaos. Vehicles and people everywhere. First responders, resort staff, and many more desperate people like himself and Max. His voice failed him more than it helped, the sour scents everywhere diminishing his energy. Luckily, Max was able to take over once they found some staff who spoke English.
The omega kept an arm around him until someone offered him a chair, tissues, and some hot soup. The authorities had essentially made a crisis centre for loved ones to provide names and establish communication with those working on the slopes. Once people were found, their names were crossed off, and their relatives were directed to hospitals.
Max scented him as they waited, Oscar’s alpha rumbling now that he had some strength back.
They were in the right place.
~
“Lando!”
The familiar, welcome voice had him flinching awake.
“Marty! You alright?” he called back, pain flaring once more. One of his ankles, his left wrist, his ribs, and a concussion from what he could tell. He wasn’t new to certain injuries given his profession, but it fucking sucked getting hurt on holiday.
He heard the door burst open. Two ski patrol figures, in their red jackets with the medic white cross, approached him and started asking him questions. His only focus though was his fellow omega.
“Martin!”
“I’m here, schat. I found help like I promised you.”
Lando couldn’t see him, but his Dutch voice was strained and cracked.
“Are you hurt?” his own voice broke. Ski patrol kept trying to assess him, but he kept pushing them away. “Stop, I need to see him!”
“Alsjeblieft! Let them help you! I’m okay, bruised and probably broken one of my legs. I’m on a sledge, so I can’t come in there. They’re gonna take us to the hospital, then we can try and contact Oscar and Max.”
Martin was trying to purr. Lando chirped back, short and stubborn. He finally stopped fighting and let them do their work, everything spinning once again as they moved him.
Once he was outside, strapped securely into a toboggan, which was essentially a sleeping bag on a long sledge, he calmed down a lot more getting his eyes on Martin.
They were safe. They were going to be okay.
As they started to move, ski patrol talking into their radios, Lando watched the blue sky and flash of trees pass by. It was a comfortable transport, only a few bumps that upset his aching body, and he quickly found he had no energy to keep talking.
All he wanted at this point was to hold Osc and snuggle with his pack in their nest.
And then go home.
~
Oscar had mostly zoned out when their names were called.
The soup helped keep his insides warm, but each time an ambulance pulled up ready to take another injured person away, he was quickly doused in ice when it wasn’t his mate or Martin.
“Osc.” Max shook him back to the present before helping him stand. “They’ve found them.”
“They’re alive?” he demanded. Max nodded, and his knees threatened to buckle. They were going to be okay.
“Some injuries by the sounds of it, but nothing too serious.”
Oscar could only let Max support him as they were directed to wait by the ambulances. Looking up towards the mountain, he could see the red and yellow of the ski patrol heading towards them. Two toboggans. One of the red coats had a familiar unicorn helmet attached to their belt.
Lando.
His alpha was immediately rumbling, desperately trying to hurry towards his omegas. “Lan! Martin!”
“Osc!” he heard that beautiful, beautiful voice reply. “Are you okay? Where’s Max?”
“M’here, Bob!”
“You came for us!” Martin was sobbing.
The group stopped next to them, and Oscar was immediately by their sides. Kissing Lando, thumb stroking over some scrapes across his cheeks, he tried to hush his omega before realising they were both crying. Looking beside him, he saw Max scenting Martin, holding his hand as they talked quietly.
“I’m so glad you’re safe, darling,” he wept, barely able to take his hands off him. His scent carried a sour note from injury, but his own mating bite was back to feeling whole and happy.
He caught Max’s eye, and they switched, Oscar scenting Martin before pouring out his gratitude for keeping Lando safe and for getting help, while also expressing his overwhelming joy that his new pack member was back in his presence.
Oscar and Max hugged before they boarded separate vehicles with their respective charges, his alpha rumble strong and loud despite how sick he still felt. Lando tried his best to stay awake, but the alpha stroked his hair, reassuring him that he could rest.
He was well taken care of.
~
“Steady!”
“Oi, baby, I’m fine! You’re the sick one!”
“Bob, stop being stubborn.”
“Stop ganging up on me then, you muppets!”
“Never, schat. It’s our job.”
“You’re all rude and I hate you all.”
“No you don’t!” the three of them chimed.
“Whatever,” Lando muttered as he moved a little stiffly across the room with one crutch. He couldn’t use the other one until his wrist and ribs healed.
Martin was a little more proficient, able to use both crutches for his leg.
Osc tried to get them to sit on the sofa, the remnants of a makeshift nest strewn across it, but he wanted their main nest as they’d discussed. Whining and shaking his head, he headed for the bedroom.
“Bob, come on, stay out here so we can cuddle together.”
Oscar answered before he could. “We want you all in our nest. Please. I can’t stand to let any of you out of my sight right now.”
Lando smiled, leaning into him as he wrapped an arm around his waist. “What he said. We’ve been through enough. I want some cuddles. Max, bring all the stuff from out here and grab more of Martin’s. We can make a pack nest.”
“Pack?” Martin said, taken aback. “I didn’t think you were serious earlier. Lando’s your omega.”
Osc ducked his head. “Lando’s my mate, yes, but my alpha feels protective of all of you. I consider you two brothers, and you’re welcome to join us in building a pack nest for us all to sleep in tonight. Together.”
“Dankje, Oscar.”
“There’s more people we want to add,” Lando elaborated, looking at Martin, “before you start worrying. There’s no rules, just family.”
“You idiots are gonna make me fucking cry,” Max sniffled. “M’gonna run and get the stuff before I can’t see shit.”
He ruffled Lando’s curls as he passed, and he couldn’t help but smile. Max had been his brother since karts at this point. They’d always been family. This was just a bit more official.
He kissed Oscar’s cheek. “I love you.”
“Love you too,” he whispered into his hair. “Come on. Let’s get you two to the nest. Do you wanna change first?” he asked Martin.
“I’m a bit overwhelmed to be honest,” Martin replied. He used his wrist to scent Lando’s neck. “Are you sure it’s okay, schat?”
“We wouldn’t have asked if we weren’t. We talked about it in the hospital. I know our schedules are out of sync, but we want to make sure we have an apartment that is always accessible for you all, so you have a sanctuary. We just want to look after our close friends, our pack, because we can. You’ve been pack to us both for a while already.”
The bright smile on Martin’s face was worth everything.
Was it maybe a little awkward accommodating Lando and Martin’s injuries? Yes. Was it still worth it to hear their purrs and Osc’s rumble, all of their scents present in the air? Yes.
Lando was warm and comfy, propped up sufficiently in the nest. Osc’s hot head in his lap, Max behind him with his arm clutching Lando’s good leg. Martin with his bad leg propped up, Lando’s hand in his. All of them safe, sound, and warm.
He couldn’t wait for more pack adventures.
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Not Az literally admitting that he doesn't think of what he wants from Elain beyond his sexual fantasies 🤣This is literally the nail in the coffin for me that Elriel isn't gonna work out.
Is it possible if we could know how Lewis and our dad is doing back in the real world? How is the dad taking it? What about lewis?
i really wonder what must've been said when that obnoxiously loud train passed by👀...
Hmm... what if I show you the aftermath instead? I don't plan on adding this scene so think of this as a bonus chapter!
(HEAVY SPOILERS)
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The hours following your kidnapping were eerily peaceful. No one heard the pained screams, and there was no witness to see the unnatural growth of the garden. If there was any, they would've been overtaken by the growth as well. Morning dew coated the garden's flora— but none touched the protuding branch in the center of your beloved garden.
When Lewis awoke, an unseeming feeling settled in his chest. He was used to you gently shaking him to rise— then leading him to the swert aroma of fresh food. But there was no smell of pancakes, nor was there a sister to greet him a good morning. He called your name, hearing it echo around the walls, then to the halls, then to your empty bedroom. Sheets crumpled; and your night slippers left on the floor by the bedframe.
At first, the little boy thought it was strange for you to leave your slippers. You always emphasized keeping his feet safe from danger. The grandfather clock by the end of the hall pointed at the roman numerals Lewis hasn't learned to understand yet. He scrambled his brain for a reason as to why you were missing so suddenly. Then he remembered— you spent most of the early morning at the garden!
It made the most sense to him; the only person he knew that loved flowers so much was you. Why else would you have let him wake up alone?
He hurried down the winding stairs, almost tripping on his socks from the freshly-waxed steps. It was your doing, obviously. Always making sure the house was clean enough to live in. Then, he heard the sound of a rattling doorknob.
Consecutively, three knocks were heard from the entrance. His father's voice on the other side. Your name left his mouth first. "...open the door—"
A click, a turn, and a creak. Lewis opened the door for his father to enter. A man that seemed like he had permanent fatigue on his face, and could rarely be seen outside of his scrubs. His lab gown hanged from his forearm, and his bag immediately dropped to the floor with a thud. Lewis looked up at the man. "Good morning, papa"
His father's eyes widened at seeing him, not expecting this. "Lewis? Where's your sister? Is she still asleep?"
The boy shook his head. "She's not in bed. I think she's in the garden"
At this, the man's brows shot up in curiosity. He looked at the time in his watch— 7:30 am. You haven't left the garden at this hour yet? Just like his son, an unsettling feeling crept up in his stomach.
This wasn't like you at all. Why haven't you come out to open the door for him? You always did; you always woke up before he does, you were always there to take care of things in his stead.
"Let's find her in the garden— she's probably sleeping there again". Lewis' voice snapped him out of his thoughts, giving him a minute of comfort.
The boy watched his father nod, grabbing hold of his hand. He led the way only a few steps ahead of the man, but it felt more like dragging him the closer they got to the back door of the house. The walls faded from the antique wood to the floral wallpaper of the kitchen as they walked. A door served as the boundary to the garden. Once opened, they will have a clear view of the garden— and will be able to spot his sister immediately. They open the door and step into the porch, walking towards the garden— which seemed unchanged.
As they approached the centre of the surrounding flora, it was not the familiar figure of Lewis' sister that greeted them. Instead, a protruding branch rooted on the ground replaced her. A single pink bud innocently swayed with each soft blow of the wind.
The boy thought that it must have been a new plant that his sister added at first. It was only until he realized that his father had frozen at the sight that Lewis worried. He glanced at his father's face, and wasn't able to see the look of recognition and dread he was making.
Your name was spoken softly by his father, disbelief in each syllable. That name was repeated 3 times before your father ran towards the branch, shrieking.
"No...! NO!" the man dug at the dirt where the plant stood. Endless coarse material between his fingers. "My sweet girl, no! This shouldn't have happened!"
Lewis watched his father in confusion, sobbing while repeating your name. The boy didn't understand the significance of such a plant— that's not his sister. A wretched wail came out of his father, and he just... stared. Not because of the lack of emotion, but because he's never seen him act like that before.
The longer his father was crying over the plant, the more his patience thinned. Can't he see that what he's doing is ridiculous? They should be looking for you.
"Papa, we should—" the boy walked towards him, only to be pushed away. Tears welled up painfully at his eyes when he fell on his bum. You weren't there to catch him.
"Move away! You shouldn't touch this!" His father snapped at him, bordering hysteria. The boy couldn't see the man's face as he turned away from him.
"How could this happen...? We— we were so careful..."
This is so ahh but this scene isn't going to be added to the fanfic. It would be better if y'all saw it instead— hope this opens up some new thoughts for y'all
