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eternal summer

For  @harringrovesummerbingo

Title: Eternal Summer  Square and prompt: C2 “Is your dream more important than me?” Rating: M WC: 570. Major tags: Harringrove, angst, non-explicit smut, Incubus!Billy, age gap, no upside down au, dark-ish ending which is also a happy ever after, slightly soft harringrove.

and @harringrovemicroficandart 4 prompts, fingers/slipping through my fingers by ABBA, mention of Jim Hopper. WC: 570.

Summary: Billy's nature enslaved him into killing pretty things. Then Steve happened.

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“What are you thinking about?” asked Steve, rolling over on the pillows beside Billy.

Billy couldn’t look Steve in the eye. “Just some dream.” 

“You look pretty pissed about it.”

Billy sat up, swung his legs over the side of the bed. “It made me think. Listen, I’ve gotta—"

“Is your dream more important than me?” Steve’s voice cracked. “Last night you said… Look, if you were shitting me… C’mon, be honest!” 

“Jesus, you’re needy! Yeah! I meant it. I love you.” Billy scrubbed his face wearily. “Got lost in dreams about you.”

“Oh. Why the sad-face… Crap!”

Billy jumped Steve, pinning him on his back, wrists secured either side of his head. Steve giggled, and Billy melted. God, Billy was two millennia old! The heat must’ve gone to his head to make him feel like a real dumb teen.

“What happened in that dream?” 

I made you mine forever. “You accuse me of talking too much?”

Billy silenced Steve with a searing kiss, enjoying Steve’s struggles, as he moaned, desperate, into Billy’s throat. He knew it confused Steve—how Billy was always stronger. When Billy pinned him, he could never fight free.

The kiss grew rough, bruising. Billy sensed the delicious tingle of Steve’s lifeforce ebbing from him. Tears pressed in Billy’s eyes:

I figured you were a bully. I meant to fuck you all summer, then disappear, leaving Hopper scratching his head over a dead teen, like a hundred lawmen before. Then I watched you ditch your friends to look after a bunch of nerdy kids. You begged for love, and I got weak. Now I dream of keeping you always as you are right now—a freeze-frame saved from the crazy tricks of time.

“Fuck me,” gasped Steve, interlacing his fingers with Billy’s, clinging.

“Gotta go.” I stay, you’re gonna get sick and die, or else I’m gonna have to… 

Steve pouted. Christ, he was such a kid! Billy unthreaded their fingers, letting Steve’s hand drop like a stone.

Later, Billy loaded up the Camaro. A BMW tore up and Steve jumped out: “You weren’t even gonna say goodbye?”

I should’ve hauled ass quicker.

“YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME!” Steve grabbed Billy’s collar, got right in his face. 

Billy shoved him away: “Dumbest mistake I ever made.”

In a flash of golden light, Billy revealed his true demon form. Steve staggered back, covering his face then peeping between his fingers:

“Holy shit! Are you an angel?” 

Billy reinstated his glamor, wondering what Steve had seen. Poor pretty fool must genuinely love him back. Only love played crazier tricks than time. 

Laughing, Billy took his trembling prey in his arms: “I’m a demon, Steve. An Incubus. If I stay, I’ll slowly suck”—literally fuck —”your life from you.”

“Wha—” Steve took a beat, frowned: “Is that like a vampire? You could turn me too, right?”

“Doesn’t work quite like that. I could make you my thrall.”

“Wha… I don’t know what that is.”

That night, Billy spread Steve out on the bed beneath him. “You’re sure?”

“Yeah.” Steve’s voice was tight. “You’re gonna fuck me all night, and then… Jesus, will it hurt?”

“No.” Billy trailed his fingers down the curve Steve’s throat, over his quivering lifeblood. Then spiralling down his spine, lower, deeper, relishing Steve’s throaty growls, the little trembles beneath his skin.

No slipping from my grasp now.

For the first time ever, Billy was gonna actually make love.

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Fingers

Hello everyone! My contribution for @harringrovemicroficandart promt: Fingers. Rating: Mature TW: Parental abuse, Minor violence

Steve comforts Billy after the new beat by his father. Jim Hopper makes a step for it.

Whole fic below! Read in AO3

Steve ran his fingers in Billy’s hair. Billy rested his head on Steve’s chest, sighting, blood and tears staining other’s polo. 

He took the first aid kit he kept in the car since the first time it happened, the first time he saw the blood, the bruises and the cuts.

He disinfected Billy’s face. “Maybe you need some stitches…”

“No,” Billy shivered and cried again, silently. Steve wet his face biting his lips.

“You can’t go on like this,” continued Steve nervously. Billy shivered.

“I know…”.

But he didn’t know what to do. Steve tried to talk about it, but Billy was scared, and Steve knew he would probably act the same way.

“Ok, don’t worry now,” Steve hugged Billy carefully, until the sobs stopped. “Let’s go home”.

Billy shook his head. “No…”

Steve always tried, unsuccessfully. Billy had to come back home no matter what, or there would be more for him the next day. He clenched his fist.

“Shit,” he cursed at the police light not far away. He looked at Billy, afraid of his appearance and knowing that Hopper would question a lot; he left him in the car and walked a few steps in the road.

“Hopper!” he greeted, faking cheerfulness.

“Steve,” Hopper pointed the flashlight on his face and illuminated the car behind him. “All alone?”

“Caught,” snickered Steve, but Hopper looked at him, not persuaded. 

“Some chick?”

“No, I’m… I’m alone”.

Hopper scoffed.

“I’ll escort you, come on”.

“There’s no need”.

“You sure?”

Billy moved; Hopper glared at Steve’s face again, then went straight to the car.

Billy blinked, blinded by the light.

Hopper cursed seeing his face

“Did you kids fight? You need stitches, kid”.

“No…” Billy shaded his eyes with a hand. “I just fell against a door… nothing serious”.

Hopper sighed. “Steve, go home, I’ll bring him home”.

“No, please,” said Billy with urgency, a little scared. 

Hopper narrowed his eyes and opened the car door.

“Don’t discuss. Come on. Steve, go”.

“But…” 

“Go. Or you two will spend the night in the drunk tank, I swear”.

Billy looked at Steve, sighting and shivering. Hopper grabbed his arm and dragged him to the police car.

Steve followed them at a prudent distance, and suspected that Hopper knew.

They stopped at Hargrove’s house, and Neil opened the door, looking at his son with the sheriff.

“What’s the problem, officer? Don’t worry, I’ll take care of the boy”.

Billy whined. Hopper pushed Billy. “Go to your room, kid, and stay there”.

Steve saw Neil and Hopper talking a little near the car. The street was silent and desert and the all the houses were turned off

Suddenly, Neil stopped smiling. Hopper grabbed his collar and lifted him easily, and pushed him against the car.

“Touch the kid again, and you’ll pay,” said Hopper calmly, while the other was nearly suffocating. 

“You can’t…”

“Oh, I can”.

Hopper opened the car door and pushed Neil hand in it. He closed the door with violence, and Steve himself jumped.

Neil screamed and Hopper opened the door again.

“Quiet, bag of shit,” he pushed Neil to the ground, his hand bleeding, all the fingers broken. “Touch him again and next time it will be more than a finger”.

“He said he closed his own hand in the door by mistake,” Max told the next morning, at school. Steve smiled. He met Billy’s eyes, and he smiled too.

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Harringrove 4 challenge 15 May - 15 June

I'm sorry I didn't have the time to create the new challenge before, but here you are.

The prompt for the next Harringrove Microfic & Art Challenge is

Fingers Wordcount: 570

Optional suggestions: Character: Jim Hopper Song: Slipping through my fingers by Abba Ao3 collection

Remember that now we are opened to art too!

Is it a ring on that finger? Or it's just a middle finger in an annoying situation? Or is someone thumbing a ride for freedom?

Remember to tag @harringrovemicrofic and use the tag #harringrovemicrofic and #harringrovemicrofic4!

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Special Prompt: Pride Month

Yes, I am a lot less active in the blog and in Tumblr and I'm sorry! And as my brain works at minimum pace lately, I just realized that this is Proud Month! So I'll launch a Special Prompt during all June:

Prompt: Pride Word Count: low key condition, 1 to 1000 words (remember we're open to art too!) Song: any song that makes you feel proud!

You can mix it with the official prompt or with any other event prompts that allow it! Remember to tag @harringrovemicroficandart and use the tag #harringrovemicroficpride and #harringrovemicrofic Be proud and creative!