#Harringrove au

[lovebillyhargrove]

Steve Harrington who turns into a complete nutcase of a scientist and devotes all of his life to the invention of a time machine.

He succeeds.

It is a car. A blue Chevrolet 1979 Z/28 Camaro.

He goes back in time to save his boyfriend from dying a terrible death on July the 4th, 1985.

A harringrove au based on my beloved "Back to the future", released July 3, 1985

[harringroveera]

Okay so maybe Billy was really that drunk

[valtoon]

cw: blood

What's your favorite scary movie? 🔪

alternate version

[lemonhitsu]

Another commission for the lovely @destroya2005💖

Mermaid Billy taking a bath with Steve. I don't think you guys understand how much I loved drawing this.

Commission info: https://lemonhitsu.carrd.co/

[avalonlights]

No strings attached. 🎵 | For @harringrovelovefest Day 1

Steve "The Hair" Harrington, heartthrob King of Late Night, is in a ratings slump and an all time personal low after his highly publicized break-up with glamorous hard-hitting reporter Nancy Wheeler. Just when he thinks things can't get any worse, the only guest he can't stand, glam rock revivalist and obnoxious playboy Billy Hargrove, spikes his ratings after their "rivalry" goes viral. Will either of their careers survive another fiery interview?

[makeadealwithdean]

modern au where billy is a dancer at a gay club and he does his routine to "one of your girls" by troye sivan, cause who doesn't love a blond twunk?

and he's in the middle of his routine when he notices steve fucking harrington in the second row (or maybe he watches steve walk in and sit down in front of his stage idk) and he's fucking shook out of his mind to see his old high school rival here of all places. partly because it's been like 5-7 years since they've seen each other last (graduation basically), and partly because up until two fucking seconds ago, billy thought steve was like 100% straight.

and billy is so goddamn shook to see steve again that he accidentally, subconsciously directs his whole routine towards him, and steve, for his part, is equally shook to see anyone he knows here, much less billy hargrove, but of course, he can't look away.

and then when it's time for the part of the routine where billy picks a random audience member to give a preview lap dance to,,, take a wild guess who he picks 😈

-a concept of a fic that i might write soon, who knows?

[rockabye-billy]

Harringrove and Max meet “Addams Family Values” bacause frankly - that’s the dynamic they deserved.

[prettybillycore]

billy hargrove — instagram

[runraerun]

Billy with hanahaki disease ?🌸?

Pain!:’)

I love it! Here ya go🌸🩸

Fic prompts are: OPEN if anyone else is interested 💌 -> 📬

Tw; blood, slight body horror.

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It started shortly after Billy moved to this shitty little town in the middle of assfuck nowhere. He chalked it up to the air quality being dogshit compared to California, or maybe he was allergic to that pungent smell of manure that the locals seemed totally nose blind to. The absolute last thing he would have considered was a goddamn plant had started growing inside of him–a love plant.

It was rare. You were only susceptible to it if you had a certain gene that you inherited from your maternal line. Lucky him.

Guess he can’t say his mom left him with nothing when she packed her shit up and skipped town. No, instead of a forwarding address, Billy’s mom left him her shitty, fairy genes. Thanks, Mom. Real swell of you.

“Has there been anyone you’ve had your eye on?” The school nurse asks, voice pitched low, gentle, like she was trying to soothe some kind of volatile beast.

Billy spits another mouthful of blood into the pan he’s holding, the crumpled up flower petals that he’d just finished hacking up look like chunks of his lung rather than a part of a plant. Runs his tongue along his teeth to try and fish anything out that may have gotten left behind in the carnage.

“No.” He says, stubbornly. He doesn’t look up from the pan.

“Well, Hanahaki disease can only take root under very specific circumstances. It feeds off a pheromone our bodies release when we experience a certain emotion; the stress of a love that’s unrequited. It’s the only–”

“I said no, alright?” Billy barks, voice still a little ragged from his coughing fit. Like he’d swallowed with a mouthful of gravel. “Get off my back.”

The nurse sighs, but she doesn’t move to stop him when he puts the pan down beside him and gets to his feet.

“It’ll only get worse if you ignore it, Mr. Hargrove.” She warns.

“Don’t fucking call me that.” Billy mutters, but he doesn’t have the energy to put any heat behind his words, so it doesn’t do much to wipe that stupid sympathetic look from her face. He grabs his jean jacket and leaves, shoving the door open with enough force that it slams back against the wall.

Despite his repeated denial, Billy knew who was responsible for this fucking mess.

Steve Harrington.

With his perfect hair and his stupid fucking Bambi eyes, lighting up every goddamn room he strode into with those long legs of his. Jesus… How could Billy ever have stood a chance?

Just thinking of him brought a tickle to the back of Billy’s throat. He suppresses a cough into his fist as he stomps down the hallway, now empty due to everyone else having gone home for the day. Except Billy, who of course couldn’t fucking breathe after gym class today after getting a little too rough with Steve.

It hadn’t been anything out of the ordinary, but something about the way Steve elbowed Billy away, how he barked at him to give him some breathing space, yelled at Billy to fuck off already—it had Billy’s chest acting up.

He held out for most of the class, fighting against the fucking petals that were pushing their way up through his fucking esophagus by beating at his chest, shouting to clear his airways, but then in the showers, Steve had avoided him completely. Had somehow managed to slip and out of the stalls without Billy noticing, depriving him of their usual naked back and forth banter that Billy had come to look forward to.

It was one thing for Steve to hate him, but it was another thing entirely for Steve to be indifferent toward him. That was way fucking worse.

The sting of rejection quickly turned to a coughing fit, worse than any he had experienced before. Like he’s hacking up a fucking lung. A few of the other boys had asked him, ‘you okay man?’ or, ‘should we get the coach?’, and worst of all, ‘oh shit is that blood?’

Billy was barely able to shove his legs back into his jeans and shoulder one of his classmates out of his way before he stumbled into the nurse’s office.

Fat lot of good that did him…

He’s gotta pick up Max. He can’t afford to hang around and talk about his pathetic, one-sided love with a complete stranger anyway. Billy leaves the school, gets into his car, puts the windows down and cranks the music as loud as he can stand it, and he tries very hard not to think about Steve and this ever growing thing that’s taken root inside of his chest, steadily consuming him from the inside out.

Christ, who knew he was such a fucking romantic…

[hellcheercaine]

Billy Hargrove, popular for his charm and aloofness, is assigned to Steve as his partner for the school semester after the events of the Upside Down.

Occasionally, he will insult Steve in Russian, oblivious to the fact that Steve already had basic knowledge of Russian after his capture at Starcourt Base.

Steve is fully aware that Billy is flirting with him in Russian, assuming he cannot understand Steve. Through time, Steve is unaware that Billy has fallen in love with him, and Billy’s constant flirting in Russian appalls him, but he forces himself to roll with it and pretend to not understand Billy, while never actually reciprocating his feelings.

However, things changed, as Billy and Steve joined the school council, with Steve promising his help for Billy to become the president, and not to let Billy feel alone again.

(Sorry for the constant Russian references since I recently have watched too much Roshidere lol)

[lovebillyhargrove]

A harringrove AU. Billy is a powerful Roman emperor and Steve is a gladiator

The new gladiator captures the attention of the emperor the second he lays eyes on Steve. The gladiator has a reputation of being invincible in a battle, but the emperor cannot leave this matter in the hands of fate. Anything to protect the object of his desire, keep him alive. Anything to have one more night with Steve.

He will veto a law, he will change the law, he will corrupt the system.

*in desperate need of a toga for billy, dacre in a toga !! 😭

[harringroveera]

Kindergarten teacher Steve (and his very concerned boyfriend) AU?

[chrisbitchtree]

Steve’s the star of the new season of The Bachelor. He’s ostensibly looking for love with a beautiful woman, but it’s hard to focus on the task at hand once he meets Billy, the beautiful, gruff, tattoo and piercing covered camera man. He goes on the dates and flirts with the contestants, but his heart just isn’t in it. He shocks viewers by going off script and handing Billy the rose in the finale. Billy’s still holding the camera as Steve talks to him, and the footage of Steve looking right into his eyes, and as a byproduct, the camera, and declaring that Billy’s the one for him and asking if he’ll accept the rose almost immediately becomes the show’s most watched YouTube clip.

[ihni]

A concept: Stranger Things The Matrix AU.

Ie, everything that happens in the Stranger Things world is only what they experience while 'asleep''. And when they wake up, they're in this strange world fighting back against machines.

Imagine your favorite pairings or characters there.

[rockabye-billy]

In which they’re friends, and it suddenly gets serious when Steve asks Billy about his plans for the future.

(I see it as a situation where Steve hasn’t truly realized he’s bisexual yet, while Billy has had being gay figured out for years. And Steve knows about it, but only at this moment it hits him how different their perception of the world is because of that.) 

[adelacreations]

Fusion Dance:

I think someone mentioned this on discord but how would Lord Billy react to a pocketverse Billy?

So I wrote a bit of a ficlet to go with this Tagging @neonponders and @wrecked-fuse as well XD enjoy this little blurb I vomited out!

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Sometimes, Billy wonders why he even bothers anymore. Steve Harrington has gotten along well with his children, it was important to him. But that came with getting involved with his children's antics. Both him and that boy-child of his. Sorry. Dustin.

He was getting better at remembering his name. For the sake of Lucas, who has a little crush on Steve's son. Regardless of that fact, the castle had been livelier than Billy has ever seen. Or was used to. Even with his servants bustling around. Anyways. "Steve...darling. What is that in your hands?" he asked slowly staring at the cupped hands of his lover. Steve only grinned, holding his hands out towards him, "Have a peek, Lady Bird~" His children claimed that they had found something in the courtyard and dragged Steve to go and check it out. Billy hadn't cared much, it might have been another bug or small mammal. Not...whatever this was.

It was small and...

Billy pressed his lips into a thin line, he really had no idea what he was looking at. Where was that-ah there it was, in the bottom left drawer. He didn't use it all that much anymore, his magnifying glass but it helped. Especially now, squinting as he peered through the glass. He said nothing at first, just staring at what he was seeing. "What a peculiar creature you are." Everything and everyone was small to him, he always had to be careful not to crush the many good things he had in his life with his abnormal strength. But this.

Glaring up at him was a mini version of him. Well, kind of. This one had a mullet, an opened red shirt and jeans. With a small pout on his face. It-he, well he was adorable. The poor thing was shaking though, might be through fear. Billy had that affect on people, for better or for worst.

Billy guessed that he could fit into his pocket if he put him in there. "I suppose your name is...Billy?"

"Where's my Biwwy!"

Billy raised an eyebrow at Steve who shrugged a little bit, "The little guy apparently got lost, stumbling into some weird portal or something from what he said. He's far from home."

"Clearly," Billy muttered in response, reaching out with one finger to poke at the little's cheek. "I won't hurt you." Billy wasn't going to comment on the warm feeling he felt when the miniature version of him clung to his finger, his eyes watering with tears and bottom lip puckered.

"Okay...where's my Stevie...?"

Oh. They were a pair. He and Steve looked at each other, the other mouthing 'no Stevie' to him. Huh, the poor thing really did get lost then. Steve grinned up at him, "We are a pair."

"Seems like I can never get rid of you then," Billy said with a smirk, leading over to give Steve a kiss. "We should get this one something to eat first, and maybe getting that agent of yours to help get him home." Steve scowled with a roll of his eyes, opting to bringing the little Billy to his chest, allowing him to slip inside of his coat pocket.

"Hopper isn't my agent."

"Hm."

"Billy!"

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"So that was how they found him in hanging on one of the candle holders. Sorry about that, you must have been really worried about him."

Billy paused in his reading, the quiet chomps and clattering of the plate next to him were the only other sounds in the main hall. He had to bar the kids from coming around the little Billy with their sickles. They had pouted only to relent when the little guy had yelled at them. Billy closed the book in his lap, taking up the crimson wine glass and taking a sip.

"I think your friends are here-"

"Biwwy!"

Little Billy jumped up from the saucer, waving his arms at the people following Steve. Billy raised an eyebrow at the two...well regular versions of themselves. Then again, they had the little ones already, there shouldn't be that much of a surprise.

"You're big."

Billy smirked, snapping his book shut and standing up from the couch. He grinned at the shock on both of the other Billy and Steve standing before him with a little Steve in that Steve's pocket. "9 foot 6, but who is really counting here?"

"Stevie! Cwere! He has coowkies!"