Harringrove • E • 8.5k • ao3
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Steve Harrington, Omega Billy Hargrove, Mildly Dubious Consent, sort of at first, intersex omega, Porn with Feelings, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Kind Of, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Billy Hargrove is Bad at Feelings, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Billy Hargrove, Confessions, Knotting
Doing favors must’ve been hidden somewhere deep in Steve’s genes. He never thought when he presented at thirteen— as an alpha, no less— that he would end up here, hanging on the line at close to midnight with a distressed beta in his ear.
“Are you there?” Max asks, audibly troubled all the way to his receiver.
Favors are fine. Simple, really. Being a part of a pack means acts of service, of care, of protection. But he would definitely not call hunting Hargrove down and hauling him back home a fucking favor. That’s like, some sort of wicked ironic comeuppance he was not expecting to ever have to endure.
“Fine,” he relents. “Where is he?”










