#hype's demon!eddie fic

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Having the most hilarious little thoughts about Richard Harrington making a deal with demon!Eddie, trading wealth and success in exchange for his firstborn. 

The Harringtons climb the social ladder, Richard’s business thrives. Little Steven is born, grows up … and nothing ever happens, so they sort of put it out of their minds and never tell him about how they sold him off to a creature from the underworld before he was even conceived. 

The day after Steve’s 18th birthday, they return from a business trip to find their son frantically cleaning up the remains of a party. They’re three minutes into a lecture on how there’s soda and chips all over the expensive carpet when Eddie materializes in the middle of the living room, ready to collect his prize. 

Chaos ensues. 

Steve is freaking out. Why is that red-eyed, black-clad weirdo lounging on their couch, chunky boots up on the table as if he owns the place? Why is he looking at him like he’s a particularly tasty piece of meat? Why does the guy only need to snap his fingers and Steve finds himself straddling his lap, one ring-clad hand groping his ass? What the actual fuck is going on? 

The Harringtons are not amused. They have invested so much money into Steve over the years, thinking that Eddie had forgotten all about them, and NOW he shows up? Eddie just shrugs, idly playing with a lock of Steve’s hair. He never specified WHEN he’d come back, did he? What would he have wanted with a baby, anyhow? What is he, a daycare? 

“We thought you wanted to eat him!” blurts Mrs. Harrington, and Eddie just absolutely loses his shit. 

What the fuck is WRONG with those people? They thought he ATE babies? And they were still fine with giving him theirs? Holy fucking shit, humans are disgusting! This is it, deal’s off, he’s taking their wealth and success away again. No, the boy is still coming with him, do they honestly expect him to just up and leave him in this shithole? No fucking way! Oh, and they better never try and summon him again or those incriminating documents will find their way to the tax authorities! 

And that is how Steve finds himself living with a sassy, strangely kind-hearted demon who may or may not own his soul - they’re still trying to figure out the specifics of that. 

# hype's demon!Eddie fic

Part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6

#steddie #steddie brainrot #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfic #fanfiction #fanfiction writer #fic idea? #hype's demon!eddie fic

[steddieas-shegoes]

the hype around hype

it's weekly rec time! every week i rec a writer's top 3 (to me) fics. always check out their entire ao3/tumblr masterlist if you can because there's always more than these three bangers.

this week is @just-my-latest-hyperfixation! my girl! my love! the girl with the dragon au! you amaze me more with every chapter and every work and i am so lucky to be able to exist in this fandom with you!

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Hic sunt dracones Rated E | 99,705 words The updates for this fic couldn't come fast enough (and they came fast and so did Steve) and it's what got me hooked on hype. This is a must read. I couldn't possibly pick a favorite line for this one, but I will say that the way Steve is written in this fic in particular is some of the best character writing this fandom can and will ever see. I stand by that.

Possession Rated E | wip It's demon Eddie. What else do I need to say. What else could be said. He's a demon. Steve's parents made a deal with him before he was born and he came to collect on it and aren't we so happy that he did! Since this is a WIP, my favorite sentence could change, but for now, it's: “I did not kidnap you,” Eddie snaps, voice sharp and clipped with barely contained fury, and his eyes flash like the lighting in the red sky outside. The shadows thicken around him again, a liquid black mass. “I made a contract. I claimed what’s mine by right. You, Steve Harrington, are mine.” 

Just add water Rated E | wip Alternate title for this, lovingly given by me, is the mer-dude fic. Which is relevant and funny if you read it. Eddie and I share a brain on this. Favorite line (subject to change when the last chapter comes out): "Apologies, I'm not familiar with the terminology," he says. "You're evidently a … mer-dude? No! Nonono, wait, I got it. A mer-mate, right?" 

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #fic rec

[bluebunnymoose]

Hopping on the Hellcheer WIP Wednesday for 5/31 - Q&A! The answers below are for "I've Got a Feeling This Year's for Me and You," the fic I started in December and will aim to finish just in time for “Christmas in July.” 😅

1. Give a 5-word summary of this chapter/fic

For the fic? Chrissy deserves a good Christmas. For the chapter (last one): Revelations & Eddie’s heroic climb.

2. What is your favorite dialogue or action scene you’ve written so far?

Eddie (literally) running into Chrissy on the A train on Christmas Eve-Eve: "The car rocked sideways, and Chrissy lurched to the floor . . . or would have if not for the heavily-ringed hands holding her up. Chrissy’s heart stopped the same moment her knees gave out. She knew those hands. The man they were attached to cursed and rambled faster. He’d always done that when he was nervous. If she hadn’t suddenly been shocked sober, she might’ve thought she was hallucinating. Or maybe she’d actually hit her head and was rolling like a rag doll across the floor."

3. What scene are you most hyped and/or dreading for this chapter/fic?

I'm nervous that Chrissy's explanation for why she avoided him is going to sound too contrived, hence why I've been dragging my feet to write chapter.

4. What character is giving you the hardest time while writing?

Chrissy! For Eddie all I need is a few well-placed curses and I can write his parts, but it takes a while for me to find Chrissy’s voice/headspace.

5. Write the next 5 sentences and share.

"Despite the ice slicking every sidewalk, Chrissy fled back to Eddie’s like the Devil was after her, though in reality it was only one woefully unathletic metalhead. Given how long he’d spent throwing up demon horns, the joke wasn’t lost on him. His smoker’s lungs were begging for salvation by the time he ushered her through the door.

'Damn, Cunningham, I haven’t moved that fast since P.E.,' he chuckled raggedly as he shucked off his leather jacket. 'Coach Henry didn’t show me any mercy either.' 

Chrissy didn’t say a word."

#hellcheer #eddissy #WIP Wednesday #hellcheer wip event

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

Spoiler for tomorrows nyctophobia comfort fic: I might be 25 but also I need a nightlight, some heavy metal blasting (preferably black sabbath or metallica), I’m gonna check my room for spiders, open the wardrobe to look for demons, check under the bed and desk for scaries, lock my bedroom door, and spend ten minutes hyping myself up to shut off the main overhead light.

Would eddie find it funny? Sure! Would he understand? Maybe. Would he judge? Nu-uh. I bet he’d even help me do my nighttime routine so I’m in bed beside him faster.

And that’s at the core of tomorrow’s fic.

Please note the repetition of the word tomorrow bc that fic IS coming out tomorrow.💗

Sneak peek

Still accepting comments to be tagged!

#come talk to me abt eddie while i finish up this fic! #eddie munson x reader

[toxicrevolver]

Omg ok for Stranger Things: 1, 6, 8, 16 and 21 let's GO!

I love Stranger Things let’s go!! This got hella long so I put a break in. I have a lot of feelings and I think way too much.

1) the character everyone gets wrong

- Billy easily. Especially here unless you find the right people. Billy Hargrove is such a dynamic character and everyone keeps calling an abuser and such when he was the one who was abused. Plus the Suffer Brothers (duffer brother. Around here I call them suffer bcs they’re trash) didn’t even fully flesh out Billy’s character and if it weren’t for Dacre Montgomery we wouldn’t have gotten shit. Sorry for the tangent I have a lot of feelings about Billy.

- side note on this question. People also get Eddie wrong in my opinion. Everyone constantly tries to make him into a savior or a victim of circumstances or just a lost soul type of character. Like yes he kinda is a victim of circumstances. But not totally. His uncle was a good caregiver from what we saw but Eddie still sold drugs and most likely did drugs (the ketamine was in his personal belongings for christ sake). Stop making Eddie into a saint and stop making Billy into a demon. They’re two sides of the same coin if you actually sit and really compare them.

6) which ship fans are the most annoying?

- worst ship fans have got to be Steddie (Steve/Eddie) fans. As someone who does ship Steddie, the loudest fans are so toxic. I remember there was a fandom war bcs Harringrove (Steve/Billy) was the biggest ship on AO3 so Steddie fans flooded the tags with basically filler fics to pad it out. It was insane.

8) common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

- So I don’t interact with much ST fandom anymore but the biggest opinion I disagree with is that Billy is racist and homophobic. Like. Dude was an abused child and heavily queer coded so I don’t personally see the homophobic. I’m not a POC so I can’t really say much about the racism opinion other people have. However. I don’t see how Billy acts towards Lucas as racist. I see it as an older sibling interaction. His first encounter with Lucas is Lucas stalking Max (the kid Billy is put in charge of and if he loses or let’s her get hurt he will be hurt). So do with that what you will.

16) you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

- I don’t understand why people love to characterize Steve as an asshole all the time. Like yeah he was kinda an asshole in season one. But after that he wasn’t that bad. Especially when he learns Robin is a lesbian. He could have a complete dick and ruined her life but he didn’t. Instead he chose to keep her secret and keep her safe.

21) part of canon you think is overhyped

- The whole Mike/Eleven relationship is so over hyped. First of all those are children. Second of all. One of those is an extremely abused child who doesn’t understand relationships and definitely shouldn’t be in one. Idk I find their whole relationship really weird and it kinda gives me the ick. Same goes for people pushing the Mike/Will relationship idea. It’s weird.

#ask game #obsidian rambles #I need to create an actual ask tag for myself. #not the point. #I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT STRANGER THINGS. ESPECIALLY BILLY. I AM SO SORRY FOR RAMBLING. #honestly the ST fandom is pretty bad unless you find a good little corner. #I seriously think way too much tho. I hope these answers make sense and actually answer the questions #seunghyubtual asked and I answered #to the best of my ability at least.

[rosyredlipstick]

clown embers: my heart burns there too

For the anon who asked for a fic rec list for It: thank you for knowing i needed to take a homework break and organizing a list for the fandom i CANT STOP READING 

seriously ever since i saw the second film in October i have been going absolutely CRAZY. like, i saw the first one in theaters and was kind “eh” but something unlocked in me after that second film like ???????? !!! so yes i have a TON of recs. 

all of these of reddie because the whole thing about pining for your best friend but wait, maybe it actually works out in the end when you’re 40 and reuniting with your friends after 27 years???? fucking gets me. all fix-it fics because IM NOT A MONSTER 

some fic authors i rec: Anything theapplepielifestyle has posted! Also ShowMeAHero has a LOT of really great stuff and has been updating regularly, which keeps my little reddie heart burning. Also, check out zach_stone! 

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I killed a clown. AMA! By liesmyth

I (39M) got stabbed twice today and now I want a divorce. Help?

Or: the one where Eddie is on Reddit.

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This fic Is so hILARIOUS. Seriously. I cant recommend it enough, I was dying laughing the entire time. And the different posts between Eddie and Myra? Loved it. 

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but of all these things i like you best of all by Fluffifullness

“You can cook?” Eddie blurts.

Richie blinks. “Yeah. What the fuck? Yes. I know we’re not the pinnacle of functional adulthood, here, but there’s no way I’m the only one in seven, right?”

“No,” Ben admits. He takes a few steps toward Richie, like he hopes fleeing the scene will dispel the momentary awkwardness. “It’s just…”

“I would’ve guessed you mostly do prepackaged stuff,” Mike adds, following Ben’s lead with an apologetic smile of his own. Eddie does, too, except he also stuffs his hands into his pockets and hunches in on himself just enough to attract Richie’s attention, which is why he inadvertently directs most of his retort at him.

(Or: the one where Richie's love language of choice happens to be cooking.)

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oh goodness, what an underrated fic. i love the relationship Richie has to build with cooking and showing the others his love for them. and eddies like,,, begrudgingly impressed with it all. love it!

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the universe was made to be seen by our eyes by playedwright

“So. To summarize. I’m stranded on Mars, entirely alone. I have absolutely no way to communicate with my crew or with earth, since our communications antennae turned me into a human shish-kabob. If the oxygenator becomes compromised, I’ll suffocate. If the water reclaimer stops working, I’ll dehydrate. Breach in the Hab means I’ll go poof. And if, for some god-forsaken reason none of those things kill me first, I’m gonna run out of food and starve to death. Oh, and we can’t forget that everyone I know thinks I’m dead. So… yup. Totally fucked.”

On Sol 6, an unexpected windstorm cuts the Ares III Mission short and six astronauts retreat back to Earth.

On Sol 7, the astronaut they left behind wakes up gasping for air.

(Or, The Martian au)

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Okay first of all you nEED TO READ THIS SERIES. Wow. I loved The Martian but this AU space just works so, so well for the losers. Read it, love it, cry into your pillow. Thank me later (then message me so we can fangirl about how much we love the series)

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Derry Days by SidleyParkHermit

Everyone starts talking at once, but Richie cuts through the loudest. “Okay, back up, back up. Where are you getting all of this?”

“It’s happened before. I keep dying and reliving this day over and over.”

Bill is the first to speak, turning to Mike. “Uh, is that…”

Mike shakes his head, frowning.

“Shit,” Eddie says. “I was really hoping Mike would know something.

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Have I mentioned that I’m a BITCH for time-loop fics? Because i really, really am. And this one, with Eddie in the loop instead of Richie, puts a twist on a familiar fic t make it completely original. Love, love it! 

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Now What I'm Gonna Say May Sound Indelicate by IfItHollars

Eddie Kaspbrak has lived his whole life being told that he's delicate, and he's not. And nearly bleeding out in an alien fear demon's lair has helped him realize that--as well as what he can live through. It puts his priorities in some perspective.

What he is, is injured. And married. To like, a woman. And gay. And stupidly, stupidly in love with Richie Tozier, after all these years. And he'd like to use his new lease on life to act on many of these things, if only Richie would cooperate.

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Okay this is by far my favorite fic. Every new chapter is just such a JOY to read. The characters are all so layered and Eddie’s POV makes me laugh out loud like 10 times a chapter. It’s so funny but so, so heartfelt. AND THE RECENT CHAPTER - AKLSHFLAKH

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the anatomy of a joke by crescenteluce

He trails off and Bev raises an eyebrow. ‘So, you being in bed together fits in there how exactly?’

‘No, Jesus, Bev.’ Eddie says and Richie, horrifyingly, feels his cheeks heat under Bev’s suspicious look. Something needs to be done, so he plucks Eddie’s phone from his hands.

‘I am appalled by your implications, Beverly.’ He says sternly, trying to ignore the blood still not quite done rushing to his face. ‘I would have you know that I’d never defile Eddie like that, the poor man’s 40 year old and still a virgin and if I’d have the honor of-’

He’s cut off by Eddie trying to wrestle the phone away from him as Bev cackles delightedly.

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This fic is locked to ao3 users only but. Anon. listen. If there’s any reason to get an account, iTS THIS FIC. this fic is…. Dare i say, iconic. I reread it sometimes and i have to stop to take breaths from getting too hyped up at the section breaks. And the sequel???? Holy shit. Pls read this fic, pls. 

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feet on the ground, head in the sky by peggyolson

richie and eddie put themselves back together, one long-distance phone call at a time.

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God, i love a good phone fic. And this is just such, such a good writing of richie, the author really nailed him here. Just. read it. Cry. reread it again. 

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Anyway i love reddie fic so much. Give me two 40 year old best friends slowly remembering how much they love each, and throw stan in there too or else i get sad at 4am thinking about patty. thanks . i have a ton more so let me know if you want more!!!

#it #reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #anon #fic recs #reddie fic recs

[tripleaxeldiaz]

i think u answered these already but 1 and 7! so u can hype up more of ur beautiful work~

omg MEG you are too sweet 😭😭🥰🥰

1. What’s your personal favourite thing you wrote this year?

aside from the flower shop and cellist!eddie, i really love don’t wanna hand you all my trouble (don’t wanna give you all my demons). i’m very proud of the emotions i got to in that one, and goddammit, eddie just needs HUGS so i’m glad i could give him some

7. What’s your favourite piece of description or narration?

this bit from how easy it would be to show me how you feel. i just think it sums up buck and eddie’s relationship really nicely:

They’ve been friends for years, but it still always surprises Buck how well Eddie knows him. He can’t detangle his own mind enough to figure out what he needs half the time, but somehow Eddie always sees through the knots and loops. And he always wants to give him what he needs, never seems put out or annoyed by how much Buck needs sometimes.

End of Year Fic Writer Asks 🎉

#answered #nymika-arts #ficcery

[buckleysjareau]

Hi it’s me the supernatural anon from a while ago and I’ve been actually working on a 911/supernatural fic because I got bored but that’s beyond the point I was wondering how you think each of the characters would react to finding out the supernaturals real? Like assuming Maddie hide it from Buck I feel like he would recognize Sam and Dean from some articles he read in the dead of night because of insomnia and start freaking out because there are serial killers at the station

ummmm, hello anon i would just like to start out by stating that this ask has made me laugh a lot after a shitty 48 hours lmao so thank you! i totally agree about buck, like i see it so clearly okay oh my God. Like can you imagine buck is just cleaning the rescue, talking to Eddie about the shit he read last night because he couldn’t sleep and then suddenly Sam and Dean walk in okay and buck just shuts up in the middle of his sentence... so Eddie’s callin from under the truck “......buck????” and Sam all tall and mysterious “serial killer” is like “so YOURE buck” like theyre best bros. and buck just squeaks out “...eddie!!!” so ofc eddies like why the fuck the secret loml scared right? so he’s squaring them up like “how can we HELP you” trying hard not glare. 

SOOOOOOOOOO sam and dean basically ignore eddie because they’re shocked to see little evan buckley standing taller than dean and buffer than sam. like holy shit man this is Todd buckleys son... maddie buckleys little brother who was seven the last time they saw him. but of course eddies not having that because buck looks like hes about to piss himself or throw up or faint so he asks buck why hes freakin and he just says “ITS THEM!!! ITS THE GUYS FROM THE ARTICLE I SPIRALED ON LAST NIGHT!!! the SERIAL KILLERS!!!”

so naturally eddie is like,,,, oh shit and sam and dean are like WAIT WAIT WAIT WERE NOT SERIAL KILLERS!!! and bring up they’re looking for maddie and bc buck shouted ab serial killers being in the station, half the station comes down including chim hen and bobby. and at the exact same time chim and buck are like “what the fuck do you want with MADDIE!!!” getting all protective and shit. and stupid protective in love eddie is still squaring up. and theyre really trying to explain themselves the best they could because its at this point they realize, unlike their dad had done with bringing them both into monster hunting, todd and madeline never let him in on it like maddie had said one day. dean keeps talking himself into a hole because like i said dudes are just shocked how grown evan buckley got and how much he grew to look like his father... soooooo dean fuckin says that and buck grabs dean by the collar and is like “HOW TF U KNOW MY FATHER” and maddie is walking into the station at this point and breaks it up before she even sees its sam and dean. then when she realizes they have this reunion and shit,,,,, and buck is still like he was in oceans 911 where hes like “im so confused can we go back” and says like “maddie why are you hugging these guys!! theyre known serial killers!!! we should be calling athena!!!!!” and bobbys like “already called” 

and maddie who knows the life of THE FAMILY BUSINESS SAVING PEOPLE HUNTING THINGS and remembers everything ab the way the survived by doing this with the LIESSSSSS shes like “no no no this is a huge misunderstanding lets all sit down and talk yeah?” bc she genuinely cares ab the winchesters and is very curious to know why theyre here before they get arrrested for being “serial killers” . so chimney naturally agrees with maddie and they all end up in the loft prayin they dont get a call. 

aaaaaand maddie starts explaining everything and fuckin eddie and FUCKING BOBBY are the ones to actually believe it and bucks just like... a fish out of water?? is the best way i can describe his shock (im sorry thats sad byt jfsdjfsdl) and hes like “so when you and dad went away on your stupid hunting trips-” (dean cuts him off like hey!!!!) “your STUPID hunting trips you were KILLING DEMONS?????  whaaaatattttt????? this is why you guys always fuckin left me with MOM???” and hes just spazzing pretty mych. and while eddie is being like a comforting presnese eddie is like, secretly so stoked because growing up he SUPER believed in the supernatural like kind of obsessed so hes like bombarding the three of them with questions like “so fuckin djinns and vampires and SHAPESHIFTERS ARW REAL????” and bucks and chim are looking “r u serious” but sam and dean are super amused and hes like “little buckley grew up with good taste” and everyone but buck and eddie snicker. 

chim really wants to believe it because,,, its coming from his girlfriends mouth u know?? but he doesnt know these men and like.... demons ?????? so chimneys just slowly trying to process the information while sam and dean r grillling maddie buckleys new cool boyfriend... they rly didnt like doug so theyre ecstatic shes dating a good man. 

hen just finds this thing entirely amusing that the monster hunting is really not the thing thats on the fore front of her mind... like the fact that buck almost got old family friends arrested because of his internet research??? and eddies automatic stance to fight when dean definitely “accidentally” flirted with buck and all of the yelling like its all nuts to her so shes just sitting back laughing to herself. 

last but most definitely not LEAST athena starts reading them the miranda right s the second she lays eyes on them and funny enough eddie is the one to jump to their defense saying buck was doing internet research and mistook them for others. and athena was like “tf bobby u coulda told me . “ and hes like “i had to listen to the story” and eddie just jumps in and explains everything which buck even after all of this also finds that hlarious. and athena deadass mutters “oh god theyve been drugged again” 

this was so LONG LMAOOOOOO sleep deprivation man. i got too hype ab this. u asked for their reactions not a whole ass scene but it just happened lmao. hope you liked it supernatural anon!!! also u should send me ur crossover fic id love to read it !!!! 

#wow this got out of hand #love it tho #i rly thought it was too long after the first paragraph lollll #bitch u thought #literal chaos #911 on fox #maddie buckley #evan buckley #sam winchester #dean winchester #supernatural #hen wilson #chimney han #bobby nash #eddie diaz #buddie #athena grant #crossoversssss in this bitch #i need sleep

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Demon!Eddie part 5

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This is it, then. The part where he claims his prize, where he uses their despair and makes them sign over the most valuable thing a human can possess. All he needs to do is choose.

He goes very still and focusses. The candles flicker in a non-existent breeze. The two humans in front of him shiver uncomfortably. They don't know exactly what he is doing, but they can feel it, he knows. Feel the way his mind reaches out to pick at their innermost core, prying, assessing, tasting.

And … oh, boy.

He wasn't expecting much, honestly, not with the lousy first impression he got in the few short minutes he's known them. But this? 

Richard Harrington's soul is a disgusting thing, a faded, mouldy gray in color, tainted by greed and egotism. It tastes positively rank, so vile that he almost physically recoils. He wonders briefly what sort of life he must lead, to have a soul like this at his young age, but he shakes it off along with the bitter aftertaste of it. It doesn't concern him what the mortals do. Richard Harrington's soul is utterly useless. 

The wife, then. 

Hers isn’t much better than her husband’s. A sickly, greenish brown thing, completely devoid of any of the light and energy he usually looks for, sour like vinegar. He sighs, resigns himself to the fact that he's going to make a shit deal today, and …

Wait.

Wait, what's that? 

He narrows his eyes and digs deeper. The candles stutter and the shadows flicker, and Charlotte Harrington's hand clenches into the plush fabric of the armchair as her knees buckle. 

There's something else, something pulsing in the space below her heart and- 

Oh. 

It's another soul. 

It's tiny and weak still. Young. So very young. She probably doesn't even know that it's there, doesn’t even know it's growing within her.

And still. 

And still, even though it's still new, can't be more than a few days old, its energy hits him like a ton of bricks. 

It glows and shines and thrums with it, and its color isn't like any soul he has ever seen. Gold. Pure and bright and vibrant, drawing him in like a moth to the flame. The taste that tickles the tip of his tongue is sweet like honey. Heavy like wine. 

He has never seen anything like it. 

He has never wanted to possess anything as much.

Part 6

#steddie #steddie brainrot #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfic #fanfiction #fanfiction writer #fanfic #my writing #hype's demon!eddie fic #demon!eddie munson

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Demon!Eddie part 1

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# hype's demon!Eddie fic

The summons comes on a hot and humid night in the middle of summer, thunder clouds rolling sluggishly across the sky. He doesn’t know what year it is, doesn’t care enough to keep track, just knows that the new millennium is still young and that there's a new Star Wars movie out. They're not as good as the old ones, of course - brimming with fancy special effects but lacking all of the magic, all of the heart. But he doesn't venture into the human plane often, these days, and it's not like he has anything better to do.

He has just made it through the sheer endless row of trailers and the even more endless row of commercials and is getting comfy in his seat, and the first notes of the familiar theme are starting to fill the theater when he feels it. The unmistakable  painful pull just above his navel, like somebody has dug a hook into his flesh and is yanking on it. 

A groan that is equal parts pain and annoyance tears its way out of his throat, because really? Now? 

He sits with gritted teeth, fingers digging into the armrest, and tries to ignore it. It's probably a bunch of tipsy teenagers messing with a oija board or some college girls playing Bloody Mary in their dorm room. They'll chicken out soon enough. 

Except they don't and the pull is getting harder to ignore by the minute. 

"Jesus fuck-" he mutters. Can't a guy watch his shitty movie in peace?

The invisible hook gives a violent lurch and he almost topples off his seat. 

Well, that answers that. 

He knows there's no getting out of this, not when it gets this bad, and he knows how the boss gets when he tries to slack off. There's really no way out of it, is there?

So he heeds the call. 

Part 2

#so i said i wouldn't start this #but i did #guess i'm a liar #steddie #steddie brainrot #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfic #fanfiction #fanfiction writer #fanfic #my writing #demon eddie munson #hype's demon!eddie fic

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Demon!Eddie part 6

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Outside, thunder claps and the summer storm breaks lose, rain descending on the world in a roaring curtain of water. He jerks back into his own body and Charlotte sucks in a gulp of air. Her fingers are trembling against the armchair, but her husband pays her no mind, still staring at him impatiently. 

A little belatedly, he remembers that he still needs to state his prize. For a hot second, something flickers inside him, something he thought he had long snuffed out. Guilt. 

Whatever kind of shit people its parents are - and there's not a single shred of doubt in his mind that they are the shittiest of shit people, hall of shame kind of shit, really - the tiny golden soul that is hiding under Charlotte Harrington's heart can't be blamed for its parents' decisions. It is, in fact, the purest and most perfect one between them, the only one untainted by greed or sin. It doesn't deserve to suffer simply for being here. It isn't fair. 

But life isn't fair, is it? 

Lightning flashes, casting the room in contrasts - harsh white light and pitch black shadow. He needs to make his decision, now, or there will be no contract tonight. 

"Richard and Charlotte Harrington," he says, voice low and gravelly. "Your wish has been heard, and it shall be granted." 

Lightning flashes, and thunder claps, and his shadowy wings flare out behind him like they are part of the storm outside. He knows from the looks on their faces that his fangs gleam in the flickering light of the candles when he grins at them. 

"The prize I claim in return is your firstborn child."

End of prologue.

To be continued ...

Coming Sept 2023 on my AO3

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Demon!Eddie part 4

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Because, see, that is usually what it boils down to. If you do not count the teenagers and college kids who do it out of sheer curiosity or a test of courage, people who summon a demon are usually pretty damn desperate. You don’t bargain with the creatures of hell for shits and giggles. He’s seen all sorts in his time on the job. The people who have lost loved ones and would do anything to speak to them, to see their face one more time. Those who are being eaten alive by some fatal illness and just want to live for a few more years, just long enough to see their kids grow up or make sure their spouse is taken care of. Those are the harder cases, because even after all those years, their anguish still makes something deep inside of him stir, something that he should have killed and buried long ago. 

But somehow, he doubts that Richard and Charlotte Harrington are like that. 

He’s proven correct only a second later, when Richard takes a deep breath and speaks. 

“My company is struggling with the economic crisis. Stocks are failing, our customers are running away, and … and we will lose everything.” One of his hands finally lets go of the old tome to sweep their surroundings in an all-encompassing gesture. The expensive furniture, the shiny floors and finishings, the lamp-lit patio. “I can’t let that happen.” 

Of fucking course he can’t. God forbid he lose his bigass mansion and pool, the shiny car that's sure to be parked in the pristine driveway outside. 

“The good old money, fame and fortune package,” he nods sagely. “You got it.” 

There’s a beat of silence. 

“Really?” asks Charlotte. Her face is weary and she is slowly starting to inch around her armchair. Like an animal considering whether or not to take a bait. “You can do that? Just like that?” 

He shrugs, unimpressed, makes a show of inspecting the rings on his fingers for specks of dirt. 

“Sure can. I was hoping for something more creative, in all honesty, but who am I to judge your hearts’ deepest desires, eh? I’ll set you up with more riches than you can spend in this lifetime, no problemo. If the compensation is right, that is …” 

When he looks up, their eyes are shining with barely concealed greed, just like he knew they would. Humans are so dull, really. Tempt them with a shiny treat and they'll be falling over their own feet in their haste to stumble into their own doom. 

"Of course," Richard says. "I'm a businessman, I don't expect to get things for free. What amount would you-" 

"I'm not after your money, you silly man." His smile is wide and feral and the hollow where his heart should be thrums with delight at the flash of fear in their eyes. "No, I trade in commodities far more precious than that."

Richard's brow twitches impatiently. 

"Well then," he growls. "What do you want?" 

Part 5

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Demon!Eddie part 3

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“Who are the lowly mortals that dare summon me?” he rumbles. His wings flare out, half solid like storm clouds, and the candles flicker and almost die. Outside, lightning flashes and thunder rumbles. The woman holds back a shriek. “State thy names!” 

The man stares at him with wide eyes. The gale has ruffled his carefully styled hair, but he doesn’t reach out to smooth it back, still clutching the leather-bound book to his chest. He opens his mouth to speak, then shuts it again. Gulps heavily before he tries again. When he manages to form words, his voice quivers only a little. 

“Are you really a demon?” 

He couldn’t keep the eye roll at bay if he tried. It takes all his willpower to not slap his palm to his face on top of it, to be perfectly honest. 

“No, man. I got lost on my way to comic con and wandered into your villa. You are holding a fucking Necronomicon there, dude. What do you think I am? Do these look like contacts to you?” 

He gestures at his glowing eyes in a wide, theatrical gesture. 

They gape at him. 

“Comic con?” the woman repeats weakly, like she’s never heard of the word, like this is the important part. He’s sort of starting to wish he’d ended up at a sixteen-year-old’s pajama party. 

“Yes, I’m a fucking demon,” he says because, obviously, Moneybag MacDouche here and his girlfriend are a bit dense and need to have things spelled out for them. “And I asked you a question.” 

They blink. The man’s brow wrinkles in confusion. 

“Jesus fuck- Your names?” 

The man flinches minutely, like he actually only just remembered. His shoulders square and his jaw sets. 

“Harrington,” he says. “My name is Richard Harrington. This is Charlotte, my wife.” 

Fucking finally! He breaks into a wide grin and throws his arms out, registers with a surge of satisfaction how they both jump again. 

“Very well. Greetings, Richard Harrington and Charlotte, his wife. How can I be of service to you on this fine night?” 

Silence. 

“Pardon?” says Richard. 

He holds back a groan. This will be a long one … 

“Okay, baby steps. You …” he gestures to the two of them. “are human. I am a demon. You summoned me, rather rudely interrupting my first free night in ages, may I add. Which means you want to make a deal, right?” 

“So it’s true?” Charlotte blurts, and her pale face colors with splotches of red, starting in her cheekbones and creeping all the way down to her neck. “You grant wishes?” 

He huffs. 

“I don’t grant wishes, what am I, a fucking genie?” Their faces fall with disappointment, so he is quick to elaborate. “What I do is a bit more complex. I can grant you your deepest, innermost desires, yes. But it comes at a cost. Hence the word deal. You following?” 

They nod slowly. 

“Very good. See, you’re getting there. Now, what is it that you so desperately crave?”

Part 4

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Demon!Eddie part 2

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He goes all in, because hell, if they insist on ruining his night, he might as well give them the full show. So he dons the horns and the giant, shadowy bat wings and makes sure that his eyes glow like two red hot embers. He briefly debates going for the hooves and forked tail as well, but nah. Better not to overdo it. He’s going for scary creature from hell here, not for cartoon caricature. 

To his surprise, he doesn’t find himself in a college dorm or some high school girl’s garishly pink bedroom when the fog of the vortex clears. He’s in a living room. A huge, rather expensive one, from the looks of it. The furniture is blindingly white even with the lights out, all sterile and sharp modern edges. The black candles scattered throughout the room have been placed on pristine porcelain plates so as not to drip wax all over the polished hardwood floor. There’s a spotless, floor-length window front to his side, and behind it is a porch with what looks like a fucking swimming pool, illuminated by bright, underwater spotlights. 

“Richard,” gasps a voice from the corner of the room. “Oh my God, Richard, it worked!” 

The owner of the voice is a woman. She is clutching the backrest of an armchair like she's hoping to use it as a shield, knuckles almost as white as her perfectly ironed blouse. The young man beside her is making a valiant effort to conceal how shaken he is, but his hands are shaking around the ancient tome he is holding. In spite of the late hour, he is still in a business shirt and tie.

A snort tries to bubble out of him, but he manages to turn it into a low snarl instead.

Rich boy and his girlfriend want a show? He can give them one, no problem.

Part 3

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WIP Wednesday Friday

I was tagged by the marvelous @steddieas-shegoes to post a snippet from a WIP, so here's more squabbling between demon!Eddie and Steve. (It's even safe for work, this time!)

They're hilarious, I love them!

Tagging: @flintandfuss, @gorgeousgreymatter-x and @lunaraindrop, no pressure, lots of love!

“There you go, bon appetit!” 

Steve turns the item in his hand, greasy wrapping paper crinkling between his fingers. 

“What’s this?” 

“Cheeseburger,” Eddie beams at him, all dimples and pointed teeth. “Did you know they’re at over a dollar now? Seriously? I mean, what do they put in there- what?” 

Steve has peeled away the paper and is eyeing the burger like it's something toxic. He doesn’t even need to exaggerate much. 

“You expect me to eat that?” he asks flatly. 

Eddie’s entire face crinkles with confusion. 

“Yeah? You kids all love fast food, don’t you?” 

Steve huffs. “Wow. Okay, first things first, I’m not a kid. You’re not even that much older than me.” 

Eddie’s face curls into a grin, as if he just said something hilarious. Steve decides to ignore it for now and soldiers on. 

“And second, you really think this is a fair exchange? You leave me locked up in here all day, in your stinky second-hand clothes, with nothing to do but stare at your tacky interior decor, while you’re off to do who knows what. Then you come back and do … this to me-” he gestures offhandedly at the marks and bruises on his bare arms and legs, “And you seriously think a day-old, cold cheeseburger is an adequate compensation for that? Please!” 

Eddie blinks at him. 

“I-” he starts to say. “My decor is not tacky.” 

Steve raises an eyebrow. “Dude, it looks like someone went and upended the Halloween section of a Target in here.” 

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