#werewolf steve

[piratefishmama]

Werewolf Steve, but he's just like. A dog. As a werewolf. He behaves like a dog. He has no awareness of human shit as a wolf. He's just a big fluffy idiot that howls at the moon, barks at mirrors, rolls in dirt, and chews furniture.

He also thinks he's a lapdog when he is, in fact. Not.

[ataliagold]

into darkness and howling, i'll keep him from drowning

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Rating/WC: Teen, 540

Notes: This is one of the little pieces I put together for a fantasy-themed steddie zine, I've picked another to submit for the zine so I'll post this one. Title from King by The Amazing Devil.

Tags: Werewolf Steve, Hunter Eddie, soulmates, first meetings, painful transformation, Eddie takes care of Steve

Summary: Eddie never expected to find his soulmate in the middle of the woods, in pain and alone.

And he never expected them to be a werewolf.

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Eddie’s about to give up on catching anything for dinner tonight.

His snares are untouched. He’d fired an arrow at a scrawny deer and missed, and any other animals had fled.

He’s going to bed with an empty belly. Again.

It’s almost dark, and he’s still a long way from home. Stupid, he tells himself as he walks – it’s not safe to be out here at night, but he’d had no choice other than venturing further each time in the hope of finding game.

A feeling stops him in his tracks. A tugging somewhere deep inside, in his very soul, ancient and primal and undeniable.

He follows it, that hypnotic pull, to a clearing.

In the light of the moon lies a boy.

A man, Eddie realizes, upon closer inspection. A young man, maybe the same age as him.

He’s stunning.

From behind the trees, Eddie rakes his eyes over him. Tanned skin, sweat-drenched auburn hair, broad shoulders and a muscular back, thick hair on his chest…

He’s completely naked.

Eddie swallows, heart thudding.

The man writhes, face screwed up in pain, fingers digging into the earth and Eddie’s about to approach and offer help when he sees them.

The claws bursting out from the tips of those fingers, blood dripping in their wake.

Eddie hesitates.

The man screams, the sound curdling Eddie’s stomach, and he can’t just stand here, even though he knows exactly what this man is, exactly how dangerous it could be to approach, but…something tells Eddie this man, this werewolf, won’t hurt him.

The man opens his eyes. Honey-brown, full of agony. They lock on Eddie.

“Help,” he croaks, and Eddie’s moving, running to the man’s side and kneeling in the dirt.

“What can I do?” Eddie asks shakily, placing a hand on the man’s shoulder. He’s warm, too warm, skin clammy below Eddie’s palm. “Tell me…tell me how to help.”

“I don’t know,” the man whimpers, then goes rigid again, mouth open in a silent scream as his bones seem to shift below his skin.

Eddie drags him half into his lap, wraps an arm around him, wishes his uncle was here because he’d know what to do. “How do you usually get through the change?” Eddie asks once the worst of the pain seems to fade again.

The man pants with his head on Eddie’s thighs. He shakes his head, eyes closing. “First time,” he whispers.

“…oh,” Eddie manages, unhelpfully.

“Took my clothes off, didn’t want to ruin them,” the man gasps out. “Then I…I came here, far away, so I wouldn’t hurt anyone.” He swallows, cracks open a bleary eye. “You should leave me. Run.”

“I’m not leaving you like this. What’s your name?”

“Steve.”

“I’m Eddie. I don’t think you’ll hurt me, Steve.”

“You don’t know.”

“I do.”

Steve looks up at him, briefly lucid. “You feel it, too?”

Eddie nods. “Not how I imagined meeting my soulmate, but here we are.”

Steve smiles, tired, and god he’s beautiful. “You’ll stay?”

“I will. Where’s your pack?”

“Don’t have one.”

“You do now. I’m no wolf, but I’ll look after you. Just relax, let it happen.”

“Thank you, Eddie,” Steve gasps, throwing his head back as his skin sheds and his wolf bursts free.

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[alvivaarts]

"What if home is not North?" El asks softly.

Max pauses.

"I dunno. You'll find something."

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Don't be a Stranger, Chapter 55: Until You Watch the Shadows Cross the Ceiling on AO3

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[tendafoot]

im not deaddddd. heres a doodle of the bitiest romance

[pantstomatch]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“It’s okay, you know,” Gareth says, propped up against the brick alley of the Hawk.

Eddie’s crouched like a gremlin, shoveling popcorn into his mouth and trying to coax what he thinks is a cat out from under the dumpster. “What’s okay?” he says.

“To like. Like him. Harrington,” Gareth says, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I’ve seen him at Melvald’s and he’s, like, weirdly charming to everyone. He even looks like he means it.”

He does, Eddie thinks, which is what makes it so sinister. Whatever. This stretch of insanity will all be over with after the holidays, and he can go back to New York, live out his wildest dreams, and forget Steve Harrington ever took up any space in his brain at all.

Or,

Five years after the defeat of Vecna, Steve Harrington runs an animal sanctuary.

FINALLY DONE. I don’t know what this is, honestly. Werewolf!Steve has been going through some stuff.

[butwhatisit]

That ended up being how the kids found out - Dustin had a criminal lack of concern about just walking into Steve's house, and one day he found Robin reading a book curled up next to a giant brown wolf on the couch. After he finished yelling, they had to have a whole Party meeting. Yes, he'd been born this way. No, his father wasn't a werewolf. Yes, his mother was one. No, he'd never killed anyone, jesus, Mike. No, he didn't have superpowers. He could heal faster, he could run faster, but other than that in his human shape he was just some guy. Yes, he could turn people into werewolves. NO, he would not be turning any of them. (Nancy was a bit shaken by the fact that she'd dated Steve and somehow never known he was a werewolf. Steve chose not to mention that while they were together he hadn't known she was also dating Jonathan, so they were even.)

[hori-stuff]

Biggggg fan of Steve and Hopper knowing each other pre stranger things season 1

A non-exhaustive list of my favorite reasons

Steve always ending up in jail for minor reason but since he as rich parents always getting out. With him being like "it's my second house!"

Steve being a lab kid and Hopper knowing a bit of it. Bonus point if when Will disappear he got to Steve for... Reason A, Steve as power that can help. Or reason B, Hopper just think I could be connected to Steve's story.

Just a Steve Hopper AU. Adopted or biological. Also not too related but big fan of Steve being Hopper's biological son who lives with his mother and only shows up in season 2 to find that his father has adopted a daughter.

And my new favorite similar to lab Steve, Werewolf Steve. Hopper know and help him hide it, but ask his help for Will.

Probably other but right now can't think of other one

[paceprompting]

paper kiss

written for ‘mistletoe’ wc: 982 # | steddie | rated: t | cw: no warnings apply | tags: pre-relationship, pining, fluff, werewolf steve, human eddie

@steddieholidaydrabbles

Steve had a problem.

Call in the troops, all hands on deck, cannot afford to fail level of problem.

Except he couldn’t exactly go around blabbing this issue to the entire party. Dustin alone would blab in five seconds, and he’d never hear the end of it for as long as he lived.

How was he supposed to admit the simultaneously best and worst idea he’d ever had to kiss Eddie for the first time?

Eddie had never the opportunity for the romantic nonsense, even if he rolled his eyes or stuck out his tongue at any sight of it. Eddie’s walls were covered in thorns and bristles from years of needing to bite first what usually came to harm him.

Steve, on the other hand, was highly practiced in romantic nonsense.

So, clearly: Christmas time equaled mistletoe.

Genius in its simplicity.

Idiotic in that it was fatal.

Because now he was basically supernaturally allergic to the stuff.

You get bit by one demodog and you had severe drawbacks, go figure.

It was hard enough trying not to stick his nose in Eddie’s collarbone—scenting, Robin called it. He didn’t want to know what the hell she was reading—and envelop himself in Eddie's forest, smoky scent while leaving his own behind. Even though he was literally the only person in Hawkins who could smell the difference, getting bit had come with all these other weird instincts.

Somehow, dealing with the transformation every full moon was easier than navigating daily life when every slight against the kids, against Robin, against Eddie had his claws and fangs bursting out with an inhuman snarl.

That he needed nearly two and half times more calories than ever just to not feel like he was going to pass out by midday.

When every time he looked at Eddie, he wanted so intensely his jaw hurt until they were close enough Steve could catch his scent. Close enough to always know he was okay because Steve was close enough to get to him.

Steve sighed, tapping his fingers on the counter.

“I’m just going to buy some.”

Robin leaned into his eyeline, a fearsome frown on her face, and jabbed her finger into his chest. “You’ll die, dingus.”

“Only if I directly inhale it.”

She flicked him. “Why is it important?”

Eddie wasn’t at the house, yet. He had chauffeur duty for the impeding Christmas-ification of Steve’s house—tinsel, garlands, lights, the whole nine yards—and the plan had led to Steve’s badly wonderful idea.

The kids would be so distracted decorating/devastating his house, Steve could easily pull Eddie aside for a private moment.

And they had both been too much shit. Eddie was worth more than a plain old kiss.

The kids entered the house in a whirlwind, shouting and laying out boxes and shopping bags to tear into without so much as a hello. Steve chuckled to himself.

He smelled Eddie before he saw him, and raised his head. His dark curls were dotted with melting snow, cheeks pinkened by the cold. Eddie stared intently at them, with something hidden in his hands.

Robin dismissed herself, hissing quietly at him before she darted off, “Just do it.”

Eddie didn’t watch her leave, slowly stepping into the kitchen until Steve met him halfway. Steve still couldn’t see what he was holding, Eddie’s fingers curled around something small.

Steve breathed in his fresh scent—pine forest and smoke—the tension in his shoulders fading.

“Um, I had this, sort of…thing. An idea,” Eddie started quietly.

“Do I get to hear it?”

Eddie started to roll his eyes, and then stopped himself. Like he was trying not to fall into old habits. Strange.

This idea had to be something special.

“So, I really want to kiss you.”

Steve’s heart pounded so loud in his ears, he hardly processed that Eddie had kept speaking, his enclosed hands moving in their usual way. Drew Steve’s attention all the more to what he was hiding.

“I thought, Christmas, mistletoe. Perfect opportunity.” Steve bit his lip to keep from smiling, since Eddie had gone onto the inevitable conclusion. “And then I remembered that would probably kill you before we ever got to enjoy it.”

Steve clicked his tongue. “Yeah.”

“So, instead, I made this.” Eddie opened his hands, and extended out what looked like a small plant with oval leaves and red berries.

Hesitantly, Steve reached for it. Eddie wasn’t about to poison him, but Steve wasn’t sure what to expect as he grabbed with two fingers at the nearest leaf. The thing crinkled as Steve lifted it.

“Paper,” he said with a soft smile.

He held the faux-mistletoe in one hand, examining it with the other. Stems of green oval leaves, tiny red berried and tied together at the top with a white ribbon. It was soft and slightly fuzzy like construction paper, and Steve faintly smelled Eddie’s pine forest all over it.

“And safe,” Eddie said.

All this to overcome Steve’s werewolf allergy. Because they both wanted to kiss.

For some reason, particularly under mistletoe.

Steve looked at Eddie, his eyes wide and waiting. He chuckled. “We have made this so complicated.”

Eddie arched a brow.

“You transform into a hairy beast every full moon and I really want you to hold me down and lick me all over the rest of the month. Let’s just say our lives haven’t been simple for a while.” He stepped close, plucking the mistletoe from Steve’s hand to run it over his lips.

He flicked his eyes toward Steve over the paper leaves, playful and heated. A pleased growl rumbled through Steve’s chest, and Eddie’s eyes just gleamed. They had moved close enough that all one of them had to do was drift that much closer.

“Are you going to kiss the mistletoe?” Steve asked, peering at Eddie’s mouth and imagining the taste of pine and smoke. “Or me?”