i’ll tell you what it is because it’s highly doubtful i’ll ever write it but my idea was that you open on billy as a prostitute in the brothel and steve comes along seeming wide eyed and innocent kinda like teddy…you think steve’s a guest. but he’s not. he’s a host. they both are. steve fights to win billy in a poker game from the brothel owner who mistreats him (billy will fight anyone but that guy who he’s afraid of, so essentially he’s a neil character). there’s a dramatic gunfight but steve saves billy. the weird part is, no guests are part of their narrative. if the guests try to interfere in their narrative, they can only help to pair steve up with billy, helping in some way. and nobody even sleeps with billy or steve for that matter!
two guests discuss this.
“What the fuck? that hot piece of ass is a prostitute host and i can’t fuck him??? what the hell is this?” one guy says.
“oh, you don’t know about billy and steve?” his friend says.
“uh no. care to enlighten me?”
turns out billy and steve are different from all the other hosts. they’ve been in several different narratives, some where billy is a black hat killer and steve is good guy sherrif’s deputy, another where billy was trying to get out from under his abusive rancher father and bedroom eyes harrington swept in to save him, another where they’re competing bandits who keep having run-ins… in every single narrative they’ve had, they always fall in love and they always end up together even if they eventually die. they’re the only hosts that aren’t particularly interactive with the guests who only really watch their story play out.
“i don’t get it,” the one guy says. “why them? why billy and steve?”
“the rumor is, they were real,” the other one says. “a long time ago. they fell in love. saved each other’s asses a lot. stayed together til they died together of old age. scuttlebutt says one of the designers knew them. created the billy and steve hosts as a kind of tribute to them. all they do is fall in love. over and over. forever.”
That’s a fanfic dream…
Tag / harringrove
what deep roots you have (all the better to hold you down). – uncaringerinn – Stranger Things (TV 2016) [Archive of Our Own]
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington
Characters: Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Dustin Henderson
Additional Tags: Werewolf!Billy, hunter!Steve, receptionist!Dustin, don’t ask me what this is because i legit don’t have an answer, but it’s def an au
Summary:“Anyway,” Nancy carries on, “The caller has reason to believe the cabin’s new occupant might be a lone wolf.”
“Okay, and?” There’s a pound of thunder outside, rattles the floor beneath Steve’s feet.
“He might be unregistered,” Jonathan finishes, taking a sip out of his mug and looking satisfied, like he knows this is too good for Steve to pass up.
Steve sighs and runs a hand through his hair, “You got a name?”
“William Hargrove.“
The first few times he’d gone out on these little midnight drives and had stumbled on Billy Hargrove it had seemed like a bad dream. Tonight, though, when he had woken up in a cold sweat again, grabbed a few beers from the fridge (not like his father ever counted the bottles) and made off, he had actually kinda hoped to see Hargrove on the road. Get him to stop, even.
Look, I got all this beer, help me not think of flesh-eating monsters coming to get me for a bit? Haha.
Of course, this is the night when there’s no blue Camaro anywhere.
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@bites-heal and I did a thing. are doing a thing. it’s sexy but in an awkward way. hot, but in the dead of winter. you should read it maybe.
The 1st part of it is up now, and it’s called Truth or Dare.
a promise is a promise
aka werewolf!billy turns steve…finally.
“I’m not afraid.”
If Billy had a nickel for every time Steve had said those words, he’d be a rich sonofabitch. But somehow, this time was different. As the words flow from Steve’s lips, they put goosebumps on Billy’s skin and a shiver down his spine. There’s a time and a place for fear and, for Billy, that time is now.
Steve’s bite. Or turn. Or whatever. All Billy knew is Steve’s bite wasn’t going to be anything like his awful experience. No fear, as little pain as possible, and Billy was going to be by his side through it all.
Steve had decided to be bitten outside: a new beginning in a quiet place, just the two of them. Billy had his reservations but he’d packed up the tent anyway and driven their usual wooded trail, heading deep into the nature reserve where no one would find them. Where no one would hear the howls. That’s where they’d made camp, put up the tent and crawled inside. Then Steve had said those words.
“I’m not afraid.”
“y’know harrington, one day that shit’s not gonna work anymore,” he said, walking towards his boyfriend, who was currently sitting on the counter in mrs. harrington’s spotless kitchen.
“why william, i have no idea what you mean!” was steve’s reply, his doe eyes just as big as they were moments before with an added mischevious glint in his eye, which was something billy just couldn’t ignore.
as billy got closer, steve opened his legs a bit wider so that he could stand between them. he placed his hands on steve’s thighs, squeezing them roughly through his jeans. steve gasped, reaching down to lead billy’s hand up just a bit higher.
billy smirked up at him, grinding the heel of his hand onto his crotch in slow circles, “y’know i think i’m starting to rub off on you, sweetheart.”
“starting to? you were rubbing off on me when we woke up this morning, dickhead,” steve’s voice was more steady than billy had expected when he winked down at him, sticking his tongue out like a child showing off that he got what he wanted.
billy laughed as he moved his hand back down towards steve’s knee. he tightened his hold on his legs as he leaned up to kiss him and steve leaned down to meet him in the middle. their lips were nothing but soft and gentle as they moved together, no rush and not a care in the world besides each other. steve’s arms were lazily draped over billy’s shoulders, and billy reached a hand up to gently stroke his thumb across steve’s cheekbone.
their surroundings no longer mattered, and they were no longer in that kitchen that seemed like it had never been used before. they were no longer in that big, always empty-seeming house in the middle of nowhere. they were no longer in the piece of shit town that had never really done anything for them besides make them feel like shit. they were just together, happy in the little bubble they had made for themselves.
they pulled back, lightly panting into each other’s mouths. they continued breathing eachother in as though the kiss had never really stopped, steve grinning widely and billy’s eyes fluttering open.
“that was pretty sweet, hargrove. maybe i’m the one rubbing off on you,” steve whispered, his lips brushing against billy’s with every word.
billy smiled, a small thing and reserved just for one steven harrington. he took a step back and grabbed the box sitting just to steve’s right, smile growing into a smirk as steve pouted at the distance between them. “the rubbing off on me can wait until later. right now, i have go bake some cookies because my boyfriend is an idiot and has no idea how to work an oven.”
“HEY!”
Not Your Prince (But I’m Your Pretty Boy) – SaChanPwns – Stranger Things (TV 2016) [Archive of Our Own]
Dude have you read “No Shade in the Shadow of the Cross”? Werewolf Billy!
Sooooooo I saw this ask in my inbox
no i wasn’t checking my email in bed…at allat like midnight last night….and I binged on the entire story. Um. WOW. That’s about the only word I have to describe it. It’s INTENSE and dark and so different from anything else I’ve read for Harringrove and really well written and I’m INTRIGUED. I definitely passed out right after reading it and didn’t really form any more thoughts other than “holy shit that was intense” and then zzzZZZZ. But I’m subscribed, man. I need to go back and reread [because let’s be serious, my retention drops off at about 10pm] and comment. It deserves it.Check it out if you’re interested. No Shade in the Shadow of the Cross by @godshattered
Thanks for the recommendation, babe!!! ♥
Imagine Alpha!Billy and Omega!Steve living in the same apartment building. One hot summer day, Billy happens to be in his rut the same time Steve is in heat. Both go to turn on the AC, only for their whole building’s ventilation system to shut down, allowing all the scents to leak through the air vents. So Billy, who lives one floor over Steve, catches a whiff of the sweet scent of the cute Omega who lives one floor down, same for Steve catching Billy’s scent. What happens next is up to you.
Billy is a dominant, powerful alpha with a slew of omegas dying to win his affection. He loves it, lives for it, except when he’s in rut. Steve is an omega and fights it every damn day. But when his body goes into heat, needs to breed, he can’t do anything to stop it. Billy is in rut and Steve is in heat when a freak heatwave knocks out the air conditioning in their shared apartment complex. Open windows and rampant hormones? What could go wrong?
Wrote a whole fic for you lovely. Hope you like ♥
Harringrove fic
Wrote a thing: you should find your way home
Steve has spent the last few days unpacking his shit and generally making his presence known in Billy’s apartment. He drove Billy to work one day and on the way home spotted a store selling some truly terrible Hawaiian shirts. He bought three and while Billy had tried to throw them out almost immediately, they made Steve feel more Californian.
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