Okay since I’m pushing my a/b/o agenda lately and saw people are interested in it I wanted to recommend some of the fics I liked. / Most (probably all ngl) of this contain Omega and bottom Billy. Read at your own risk. Also, this is absolutely not in any order.
Ps: Okay this is part 1. Part 2 is gonna be multi chaptered ones. Also a couple of more one shots. Cause apparently there's soooooo much i wanna share.
i’m used to feeling that fire by cursedtobechaos on ao3 Words:10553
Billy’s not used to feeling like prey. Especially not prey for Steve fucking Harrington, the same alpha he beat the absolute crap out of not too long ago.
"You are not fucking me in the showers," Steve in fact, fucked him in the showers(kinda). Alpha Steve came to school when he’s in his rut and Billy gives him a hand (or mouth, and more)
Upside Down, You're Turning Me by @ImNeitherornor on ao3 Words:7885
“Let me get this straight. You want me to go into the middle of the fucking woods in below zero temperatures to find someone who is probably high as a kite and just having the time of his damned life?”
Sex pollen fic we all need.
None Brighter Than Your Eyes by Doodsxd on ao3 Words:9991
Sex Ed course came once again, and, for the first time, Billy listened.
He listened, because it started to match and make sense with what Max’s little troup told him over and over again.
Apparently, it was biology which dictated that omega jewelry wasn’t just a futility or decoration, or even a signal that the omega was taken. It wasn’t a trade, sex for jewelry, like Neil had taught him all his life. No: scientists had found back in the sixties that omega jewelry has a soothing effect, especially during heat, as a reminder of love and affection; something tangible and available at all times, even when no one is.
This is so fucking poetic and pretty. You MUST read!
Misunderstanding by prettyboiiharringrove on ao3 Words:1503
Harringrove Halloween Countdown // October 11 — Billy has always been a grumpy asshole, so the kids typically let most of his behavior slide, for Steve's sake, but as the clues get weirder it's obvious something is up with him, and they have to fix it before Steve finds out.
This is a mpreg story. The sauna scene with a little twist. I cry while reading this I’m not kidding. Also, you can read this whole series if you guys wanna read more mpreg billy.
A Start by ImNeitherNor on ao3 Words:5574
The quarry was always Steve’s go to when he needed a place to breathe, an area where the smells weren’t in his face and he could think straight. It was strange how one person’s heat could trigger another. Steve, a slightly cowed alpha after Hargrove rolled in, was done with the overpowering scents and the looks that were being thrown around.
DOM STEVE BILLY IN HEAT WHAT MORE I NEED TO SAY?
Hold Me Tight Or Don't by BTSBlossom on ao3 Words:4808
Billy has some news for Steve, he just doesn't know how to tell him. At least he knows he's got Ms. Byers on his side. She'll be there for Billy if Steve isn't.
This is more about the pregnancy than a/b/o, Joyce being a good mom to Billy UwU also tw: talking about abortion
sandman by Rebldomakr on ao3 Words:2226
Steve’s not a fighter. He sucks at it, actually. He’s a little soft, but he isn’t totally weak or awfully tiny. He’s a good Alpha in many of the ways that count! Just because he isn’t running around sleeping with anyone willing, picking fights, and beating people to death doesn’t mean he’s a bad Alpha. And though Billy might do all that, but he isn't a bad Omega.
some short cute porn lol (steve has a breeding kink what a surprise lmao)
Silk by Rebldomakr on ao3 Words:3393
In Indiana, Omega suppressants are banned. Billy runs out after a while.
tw: neil hargrove
Moaning Lisa Smile by trashcangimmick Words: 3,735
Billy maybe kind of hides the fact that he’s an Omega because he’s too queer, and too pretty, and would rather not deal with a bunch of idiot Alphas trying to screw the gay out of him. But Steve’s not an Alpha. Steve is also very pretty.
beta steve/omega billy, wet and messy, SEX BEHIND THE CAMARO FUCK YEAH also in the shower fşldkfkd
+ one Alpha/Alpha
with them indiana boys (on them indiana nights) by ToAStranger Words: 4,842
The thing is, when Billy first saw Steve Harrington, he knew.
He grew up knowing. It was hard not to, with all of those hormones and instincts running through his fucking veins. He knew, one day, he’d run across someone that smelled so right, so fucking perfect that he’d want nothing more than to bury his face against their scent gland and breathe in until the smell becomes a taste becomes a sensation becomes--
Well. The thing is, he’s always known.
"But you're my omega."
Steve falters, shaking his head, teeth catching on his lower lip and despite it all, Billy wants to kiss him again.
"No." Steve says. "Billy, I'm an alpha. Always have been. I'm-- I'm sorry. I thought you knew."
Tagging:(according to my post about a/b/o fic rec you guys seemed interested) @shprka @disdaidal @wixterirox @madsexcellency @andromedaspark @stedilly @billyhargrovesupsidedownshadow @ariamariastark1 @eddiebillysteve
I’m keeping your Harringroveson prompts in my ask box so I don’t lose them, but at the moment I like thinking about a fusion of ideas (from Anonymous🌹 and @a-redharlequin 🌹) :
• a/o/b where they genuinely are a/o/b. we do not get enough of alpha/beta/omega triads in my professional opinion.
• Billy and Eddie became friends and went on a trip from Hawkins to Indianapolis for Billy's 18th birthday. They go to a popular bar at night and find out Steve sings there.
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My spin on it is that Steve is alpha but he’s asexual. Eddie and Billy are very sexually involved with each other and overall, these three defy their gender stereotypes. Eddie’s a beta who swings wide in both soft omega and domineering alpha territory. Billy’s an omega, but no one can really tell because Billy Acts Like That, the chaotic boy.
They find Steve being a romantic hunk on stage and lay the moves on him, but they’v encountered Steve in a rough patch. He’s tired of being a service top and just tired of sex in general because the boy needs romance. He wants to be in love.
Billy and Eddie are swinging and missing in their attempts to get with Steve and it would honestly be hilarious because this is still King Steve, for crying out loud. He’s the prettiest alpha within fifty miles, probably more. He knows what they’re doing. Hell, he even likes it, having two groupies show after show. He likes Eddie’s gangly movements and clumsiness. He likes the way Billy looks at him, makes his tummy go all molten; especially when those groggy blue eyes shock comically awake at something Steve said so the bravado vanishes.
Maybe Steve swats at Billy’s dangly earring because he feels a compulsion to touch.
Maybe Steve licks the candy necklace Eddie wears during the Valentine’s show.
Basically just because Steve is ace, doesn’t mean he isn’t King, and Billy and Eddie have their work cut out for them when it comes to learning affection outside of the bedroom.
Omega Billy being in heat, but never really having a mate :((. Poor bby spends majority of the week playing with his pussy til it’s all puffy and red, trying to get the feeling to go away but it doesn’t, so he gets frustrated :(.
He calls Tommy, Eddie, Jonathan, and Steve, all of which being alphas, n they spend the rest of the day taking turns fucking Billy til he’s all dick dumb and making a mess of himself, drooling everywhere with his cum and everyone else’s mixed on the bed— all sweaty with tears running down his face :((
He’s been thoroughly used and passed around like a toy, and he loves it so much.
They spend the rest of the night cuddling, the overwhelming scent of not 1, not 2 but 4 alphas piled up in his bed making Billy all dizzy. They’re all so territorial, too. If Billy leans against Jonathan too much, Steve snaps his jaws and growls while Tommy stays hush about it, just glaring dagger into the poor baby’s back— and Eddie just downright snatches billy away from all of them; growling and making Billy’s belly tingle and cunt throb.
Poor baby’s gonna have such a long week :(((
-🧞♂️
I love Masha’s blog she always has the best anons!!
Genie you are a genius. Billy deserves to be docked down especially by the four best alphas in Hawkins.
Seriously though this is so good!! Thank you for sharing!
Harringrove omegaverse scents, but they’re from a happy time in their childhood. (Thank you @monsterpegger001 for the inspo for this and for Billy’s scent!!💕)
Omega!Billy; vanilla cupcakes and burnt sugar
It’s a scent that reminds him of California. Their too tiny home, and too tiny kitchen. He’s 6 and watching as his mom pours dry ingredients into a mixing bowl. Whisk in hand he scrunches his toes in excitement, curling them against the seat of the chair he’s stood on. Mom smiles down at him, her hair half hiding the bruise fading on her cheek, as she reaches for the eggs. She cracks them against the counter, and plops the insides into the bowl. She tells him how he’s such a big boy after he needs her help whisking only twice. They dance in the kitchen to Fleetwood Mac while the cupcakes cook, and even the ever looming threat of Neil’s eventual return can’t wipe the smiles off either of their faces. The cupcakes are a little too golden brown when they’re removed from the oven, but mom promises that the sweetness of the icing will balance it all out in the end. And mom says it, so it must be true. She’s right in the end of course. A little sweetness goes a long way, but it’ll be several years until he really understands the sentiment in it’s entirety.
Alpha!Steve; smokey whiskey with a touch of honey
He’s 7 and moms gone, on one of her weekend shopping trips in Indianapolis, leaving Steve and his dad alone. Which means his dad has invited some work friends over, and Steve’s been told 5 times already that he better be on his best behavior. But it’s not his fault that he just can’t sit still sometimes, and he can’t help it if his eyes wander in the middle of a conversation, it just happens without him knowing. They’re retiring to dads office to smoke cigars, a place Steve is under strict instruction that he’s not allowed to enter at any time, when one of dads friends asks Steve to refill his drink. Steve’s eyes flash to dad in silent question, and he nods. Steve spends whole evening refilling whiskey drinks for dad and his friends. Through their cloud of smoke and lowered inhibitions, all the men laugh and joke together and clap Steve on the back, complimenting him for keeping their glasses topped off. Dad even says Steve might have some use after all! Steve does such a good job making sure that everyone’s drinks stay full that dad doesn’t even get too mad when he realizes he’s nearly out of whiskey the next morning as he’s pouring it and some honey into a cup of tea. Dad, hungover and grumbling, says sometimes you need the sugar in the honey to cut the bitterness. Steve doesn’t really understand what that means and forgets about it entirely, until a decade later, but he never forgets it again.
omega!steve and omega!billy have synced up heats and of course their valentine’s day date gets ruined by both of them realizing they’re due earlier than usual.
“it’s because you’ve been emanating all these stupid happy pheromones,” billy complains as he shoves a big knotted plug into steve. barely gets him to hold still when he’s already deep into a feverish fog, moaning and gushing slick onto billy’s hand. there’s already a plug firmly nestled into billy, who’s still more pissed off at the interruption of their plans than fully In The Zone.
steve, however, is fully gone already. has been in such an elated, bubbly mood all week leading up to their date, which really was just a regular date if you asked billy. and yet steve was primping and secretly decorating their bedroom with pink heart garlands and rose petals on their bed, even as he was getting flushed and wet without even noticing.
it’s ridiculously endearing. billy knows he’s whipped, filled up his empty heart with ooey gooey softness that’s turned him into an equally huge idiot for his pretty boyfriend. underneath him, steve is spread out on silky sheets, a rose petal stuck to his shoulder, eyes barely open and completely transfixed on billy. stupidly besotted expression firmly in place.
“come closer,” steve sighs and with surprising strength wraps his arms around billy, drags him down and on top of him till he lets out his breath in a surprised “oof”. steve wriggles his hips till their dicks are aligned to slide against each other perfectly, making both of them moan at the friction.
billy can’t resist any longer and buries his face against steve’s throat, right where he can lick and drool all over his scent glands and get lost in his sticky-sweet smell.
“‘m sorry i ruined our date” comes from above him though. and despite the growing heaviness of his limbs, billy pushes himself onto his forearms, bracketing steve in and lifts up far enough to look him in the eyes.
“s’okay,” he slurs. his speech is already sounding drunk from his own heat and the thick dose of steve’s smell he just inhaled. but this is important. he can’t let his mate think he somehow messed up or should feel guilty just for going in heat because he’s too much in love with billy. no such thing as too in love, really.
“as long as i spend the day with you, nothing’s ruined.”
when the words register, steve lets out a long sigh and a line of tension billy hadn’t even noticed bleeds out of him. “still wanna go on a date with you,” he grumbles, even as he drags billy close again and wraps his legs around him for good measure. no way for them to untangle now, not when there’s all this skin to rub together and get even more heat-drunk on.
I love Halloween and was thinking about how I wanted a body swap fic.This idea bit me and wouldn’t let go so I wrote this instead of cleaning my house.
Summary: Billy Hargrove goes to sleep a 15 year old omega in sunny California and wakes up someone else in Chicago. The man everyone thinks he is has everything Billy ever wanted, and everything he never let himself want. Including an adorable little hell raiser and the alpha of his dreams.
Warnings: Neil Hargroves greatest hits, child abuse, racism, sexism, and homophobia.
~San Diego, 1982~
Billy hunched over in his seat, cradling the bruises hidden beneath his sweatshirt and tried to ignore the kid in the yellow raincoat. He looked about seven he thought, but what Billy knew or cared about kids could fit neatly inside a condom. So the kid could be ten for all he knew. Point was, the boy hadn’t blinked for at least twenty minutes and Billy was sure that could not be healthy.
He bounced his knee up and down to prevent himself from biting his nails; and just ended up hunched over in the uncomfortable plastic chair, jiggling his knee like an addict and biting his nails down to the beds anyway.
‘Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind?’
The canned Christmas music pumping out of a speaker on the ceiling of the bland waiting room was giving him a headache. Billy had been sitting there long enough for it to transition from the over produced bubble gummy covers of pop stars singing ‘Jingle Bells’, to stiff churchy sounding hymns. His very catholic mother had loved those. Used to fill the house with the sound of angels bringing in the good news before the dishes had even dried after Thanksgiving dinner. So it was inevitable that he think of her, even though he had a rule never to do that. He hated this time of year. A whole holiday designed around the lie of happy family, goodwill, and a merciful god. What was not to hate?
Besides the creepy kid, there wasn’t much to look at in the waiting room. Brick walls painted the color of oatmeal covered in peeling posters with muted calming colors, depicting heavily pregnant women and smiling doctors. Trust US To Help You Plan Your Family. A bold black headline demanded. Billy felt like giving it the bird, but that would just make him look crazier than he already did.
“William Hargrove?”
Billy jerked in surprise. Winced as the bruised skin beneath his sweatshirt stretched. But he stood and followed the tall thin woman with the blue scrubs holding open the door into the back hall where the exam rooms were. The nurse introduced herself as Susan and lead him to the second in a long row of square rooms with tightly closed doors. He supposed he would be glad for the privacy himself soon enough, but he still thought it made the place look like a prison.
Susan got Billy situated on one of those motorized chair/bed things and grabbed a backless gown from one of the upper cabinets that lined the wall above the desk. It was next to a large metal sink. There was a stain near the drain, too faint to discern what had caused it, but for a moment Billy was captivated by it. Was it blood? Bile? Maybe chemical wash had corroded the metal?
“Mr. Hargrove?”
Billy jumped again. Snapped, “It’s Billy.”
“Billy. The doctor will need you to get into this.” She set the folded gown on the seat beside his leg and gave it a pat. Her eyes dragged over his ratty jeans and the oversized sweatshirt he wore despite the practically balmy sixty degree weather they were having. “You’ll probably be more comfortable.”
No. Billy thought of the bruises covering his stomach and the excuses he’d have to make now to a nosy doctor and thought, no. No he fucking wouldn’t. But he needed those meds, and there was no way to get them without going through this circus. So here they go.
He changed into the gown. Ignored the nurse’s cluck of concern when she got a good look at the job his father had done on him the night before. All because he could smell Billy stronger than usual. His glare dared her to say anything about it. It was a toss up who that worked on. Some people got even pushier when they sensed a locked door. Susan was not a pushy woman. She avoided looking directly at Billy as she prepped the doctors tools and filled out his chart.
William Hargrove, fifteen, male, omega. And what brings him in today?
“I need stronger blockers. Mine don’t work worth shit right now.”
His doctor’s name is Dr. Mehta. She’s a short curvy Indian woman (strike one) and even though her scent is sterile and chemical with perfume, the no nonsense look she gives him is all alpha. And that’s strike two. Billy’s father would hate her. Would probably kick the shit out of him again just for the insult to his sensibilities. Say some shit like, ‘you going to let that curry monkey tell you what to do?’, because the only thing Neil Hargrove hated more than his omega son, were job stealing immigrants and female alphas.
Dr. Mehta pursed her lips and looked down at his chart. Flipped a page. Then another. Billy knew what she was about to say before she even said it, but it still comes as a shock to his system. Like a slap.
“Mr. Hargrove, this is the third time you’ve been here in under six months. It’s natural for traces of an omegas scent to linger, even on blockers. Especially around what would otherwise be a normal heat cycle.” Her grip tightened on the clipboard. The corners of her mouth pulled back like she was bearing her teeth. Billy locked his muscles in place, resisting the urge to curl up on himself and hide from the angry alpha.
“Giving you a stronger prescription so soon will likely have adverse psychological effects, as well as cause irreparable damage to your reproductive – ”
“I don’t care!” Billy snapped. He clenched his hands, fisting the thin cotton gown between his fingers and tried to breath through the feeling of rising panic. She had to give him the meds. She had to, or Billy’s dad was going to kill him.
Nothing set him off like having to smell Billy and be reminded that his son was a wet assed sissy boy omega. He didn’t care that Billy’s scent and his heat were natural functions that he could not just turn off and on like a light switch. Neil would yell, slap, kick, and punch until Billy was obedient. Until Neil had knocked the bitch out of him and Billy remembered how to be a man.
“I don’t give a fuck about kids or heats or any of it. I won’t fucking regret it someday or change my mind, or – Christ.” Billy grabbed fistfuls of his hair, tugged until his scalp stung, trying to ground himself with the feeling. He was going off the rails and he doubted Dr. Mehta was going to listen to a hysterical omega. Who would?
“Mr. Hargrove –
“It’s Billy!”
He wasn’t helping his case he knew that. Knew it was unusual for an omega to hate their own name so much. The reminder of family bonds should have brought him comfort, might have if Billy were normal. If he’d been like all those smiling omegas on the posters, with loving fathers and protective mothers. He’d heard a story on the news about a woman who’d died trying to save her baby from a gang of traffickers. She could have lived, traffickers were only ever interested in unbonded omegas, only she wouldn’t let go of the stroller.
“Billy.” Dr. Mehta amended, softer. “I’m obligated to ask if there is any reason that you do not feel safe at home.”
She paused but it was obvious that she did not expect Billy to be truthful. He shook his head and she nodded. “Right. But am I correct in assuming that for a personal reason it would be unsafe for you to detox from prescription suppressants and allow your body to go through a natural cycle?”
Billy shuddered. With his eyes closed he almost forgot to nod. Only did so when her soft voice prodded him once more. No. No Billy could never let himself go through heat.
~*~
After having burned through most of the morning Billy left the omega free clinic twenty minutes later with a little brown bag full of white pills. ‘These are much stronger than you’re used to Billy’ the doctor had warned him. ‘You’ll need to wait a full twenty-four hours to make sure your system is clean before you start them. Absolutely do not double up on dosage and I’m going to schedule a follow up in week to check your progress.’ Billy sneered at the memory. Yeah right. Like he was going to give his scent even more time to get stronger and then go home to Neil.
He stopped at a corner store near the bus stop and bought a bag of chips and a soda with the last of his money. Billy cleaned pools and mowed lawns to make money when he wasn’t in school since he didn’t get an allowance like the rich kids and the idea of Neil giving him omega pin money was laughable. He was saving up for parts to fix the car his grandpa had promised to buy him when he turned sixteen.
He felt sort of bad that his grandfather was using part of his pension to buy Billy a car (even a used one) but Pops wouldn’t hear no. He said it was because he worried about Billy traveling downtown to the free clinic without an alpha, but they both knew it was more than that. Pops was old and wouldn’t be around forever. Having a car of his own meant that no matter how bad things got Billy would always have a way out.
Billy washed his first pill down with a mouthful of Dr. Pepper on the city bus and ate half a bag of chips because the label recommended taking the drug with food. And for about ten minutes he felt fine. He sat slumped in the uncomfortable seat with its torn cushion, his head resting against the window and watched the colorful streets of San Diego pass by. Glazed eyes took in brightly lit shop windows decorated in silver, gold,red and green tinsel; couples walking arm in arm with their shopping bags, bouncing children with drippy noses trailing alongside them. A pair of old men ambled along the sidewalk together bickering, even as one helped guide the other with an arm snugly around his friend’s back. Billy blinked back tears… we two have run about the slopes and picked the daisies fine… and frowned. This fucking song again.
He looked up toward the front of the bus, thinking he might beg for the driver to change the station to literally anything else, but his head swam with the movement. He did not feel so well anymore he realized as a pounding set in. He gave up any thought that wasn’t laying his head down and slumped down again, letting the motion of the bus lull him. By the time he got to his stop in the burbs Billy was sure he was ill and all he could think of was getting to his bed.
He forced his tired legs to put one foot down in front of the other, glad that he knew the way home well enough that he didn’t have to pay much attention. His head felt like it wasn’t attached to his neck, like it was liable to roll right off if he didn’t hold onto it with two hands. Distantly he thought that if someone were watching him now with an eye to snatch him and sell him on the black market he’d be easy pickings. He’d be a story in the newspaper that the omega wives would cluck their tongues about and the alphas would sigh over. ‘What was he doing out by himself when he should have been in school? Drunk too, by the sounds of it.’
Billy might have looked drunk stumbling down his street in the early afternoon but he didn’t feel it. He mostly just felt sick. It was strange but he could almost feel something pulling at him. The feeling reminded him of being caught in a riptide. He tried to push against it but it was a struggle just to keep his eyes open long enough to reach his house and find the extra key they kept under the pot with the dead plant in it on the front step.
When the door opened to the empty living room a sob caught in Billy’s chest. This might be the first time he could remember in years that he wished his father were home. He was scared he’d fucked up with the pills and poisoned himself and there was absolutely no one to help him. Falling onto the sagging couch in the middle of the living room, Billy told himself he just needed sleep. That it was a bad reaction, because he should have waited, but he’d be fine… he’d be… for auld lang syne, my dear, for… for the love of god! He fucking hated Christmas.
Billy tried to shout for the driver to turn off the radio but he couldn’t get his mouth to move. He was caught, and the tide was pulling him down, down, down, into the dark. The chorus of singing voices were still echoing in his head as he passed out.
~ Chicago 2002 ~
The first hint Billy had that he was not in Kansas anymore was the softness. It felt like he was laying on a bed of clouds, so fluffy was the pillow resting under his cheek and comfortable the mattress that cushioned him. He couldn’t help burrowing deeper into that warmth and softness. He’d never been allowed to make anything approaching a nest, but he imagined that if he had it couldn’t have felt better than this. The comforter lying over him was buttery soft… but it smelled strange.
The smell was the second clue. Because it smelled like omega. Ripe. Dense. Like he’d sweated out his blockers and rolled around in the sheets for hours. And that wasn’t good. That was dangerous. Billy had jerked awake and already started to scramble out of bed tearing the blanket and the sheets off the bed thinking, get them in the laundry and get in the shower right now right now, when he froze. Because it wasn’t just his scent that wasn’t what it should be.
That couldn’t be right though. Could it? His heart picking up pace in his chest Billy tentatively brought a corner of the comforter to his nose and sniffed.His senses were flooded with the scent of a strange alpha. It was so strong he couldn’t figure out how he’d missed it until now. The whole room smelled like toasted almonds and and…Billy kept sniffing. At first it was to try and identify what else it was making that scent smell so good, so masculine and warm, but he kind of forgot about that along the way. Fuck he’d never smelled anything so good.
A low rumbling sound filled his ears and Billy yelped, dropping the blanket. He whirled around to face a threat that wasn’t there. The room – this big ass room that wasn’t his – was empty. He’d been startled by the sound of his own purr. Fear began to numb Billy as he realized that he was in a strangers house, with an alpha off his blockers. His frantic brain kept screaming that he’d been trafficked and that any minute now some huge ugly asshole was going to burst in here and try and knot him whether he wanted it or not. No. Fuck no. He was big for an omega. Hadn’t spent all that time bulking up and honing his body just to wind up a sex toy. If he stayed calm he’d find a way out. Billy forced himself to breathe and to look around the room for an escape route.
The room he was in was… well strange. There weren’t chains on the bedpost or anything weird like that. It was the ordinariness of it that was off putting actually. It was like he was Goldilocks and he’d stumbled into the house of some unsuspecting alpha and fallen asleep in their bed. Maybe he had? Billy strained for a moment to remember. He’d been so out of it, had he accidentally gone to the wrong house? Picked up the wrong key from under the wrong potted plant?
But no, even as he thought it Billy knew he hadn’t. This bedroom was the size of his living room. There weren’t any houses on Battle Creek road that could accommodate a room like this. The big four poster bed looked like it had been bought out of a catalogue. The heavy oak furnishings were obviously well made and the carpet beneath his toes was white. Only rich people had the time or the money to keep white carpets clean.
He noticed there was a rack of dumbbell weights tucked in the corner near the closet and a pair of running shoes had been left haphazardly near the closed door of what was presumably the bathroom – if the sound of running water behind the door was anything to judge by. Oh fuck oh fuck – Billy wheezed, realizing that the sound of the shower meant there was a naked alpha with very big feet behind that flimsy looking door. Some sick pervert who had to kidnap underage omegas just to get his knot in.
Billy shook his head sharply and made himself focus. The door was sure to be locked but there were large windows on either side of the bed. He hurried over to the one on the right side, shocked to find it not only unlocked but cracked open to let in a biting breath of air. Billy pushed the window open as far as it would go and stuck his head out, dismayed by the sight of the ground too far below to jump and covered in a white blanket of snow.
“What the fuck?” he stumbled back from the window, struggling more and more to keep the panic at bay because that was fucking snow outside! Where the fuck was he? Drugs. It had to be drugs. They’d have kept him unconscious while they transported him across state lines, or god fuck, maybe even out of the country! That would explain why the blockers were gone and his scent was so strong too.
Abandoning caution Billy ran to the bedroom door to try the knob. He couldn’t believe it but it turned easily under his hand and the door opened to the hallway beyond. He saw the flight of stairs at the end of the hall almost immediately and made a beeline for them. But when he reached the top of the stair a soft sound made him stop. It was music, slightly tinny in that way it got when it was being pushed through a speaker, and it was coming from a bedroom near the stairwell. The door had been left open just enough for Billy to glimpse pastel blue walls dotted in daisies.
It was just a tinkling tune without words but Billy already knew them by heart. He heard them in his head as he crept closer to that door and pushed it open, pulled by the distant memory of his mother singing in the kitchen some Christmas long ago and her scent blooming bright with happiness. Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? Should old acquaintance be forgot, and old lang syne?
Billy had walked into a nursery. There was a changing station next to a white wardrobe that bore small colorful footprints up the side, marking the growth of a child. There were toys and books lining a stack of shelves near a window covered in gauzy curtains, and an old rocking chair set beside it. Billy blinked, taken back by the sight of the big purple octopus that had been shoved onto it. The stitching on one of its eyes was mostly gone, giving it the appearance of winking. Someone had taped a small red squirt gun to one of its arms and pointed it at the door. What the fuck is going on? He thought even as his feet carried him to the edge of the toddler bed overflowing with pillows and stuffed toys. In the center of what was obviously a tiny nest even to Billy’s untrained eye, was a small girl.
Honey colored lashes rested against a round cheek. Her hair fell down her back in soft blond waves that curled a bit more in the back. She had a lot of it. Billy didn’t think kids that size usually had so much hair. Did they? He wouldn’t know. Didn’t like kids! But something about the pup asleep in the bed had grabbed ahold of him and wouldn’t let him go. Was it her scent, milky and baby powder soft with a hint of omega sweetness? Was this some kind of weird omegean baby fever because he was off his meds?
“Hard to remember why we set the limit at two when they’re asleep like this isn’t it?” A voice said softly behind him and it was only years of living with Neil that kept him from jumping out of his skin. He froze like a deer in headlights because that was the key to survival sometimes. If he didn’t move (didn’t breathe) Neil might not find anything that needed correction. But Billy could feel the alpha’s eyes burning into his back and the weight of his expectation. His skin was crawling thinking about having some strange guy behind him so…
Billy turned slowly, and gaped at the man – because it was decidedly a man – he found leaning against the door frame in nothing but a towel. Blushes and shy glances were for sissy omegas and girls, but he found his eyes darting away from the sight of the slick hair clinging to the alpha’s well defined chest and then back again for another look; because fuck me, the guy was hot.
“Babe?” Mr. Chest hair asked, that single word imbued with so much significance that Billy’s fear started to resurface. There was just no good reason for some old guy to be standing there calling Billy ‘babe’ like they’re in a sitcom and Billy’s June Cleaver. They’re strangers to each other and the guy has to be at least forty. Billy doesn’t see any grays but he’s from California sacred home of implants and hair dye so that means nothing.
“Where am I and who the fuck are you?” Billy demanded. He didn’t know what sort of reaction he expected from the alpha; but it wasn’t for the bemused smile on his handsome face to disappear and for his eyes to narrow on Billy in speculation. The alpha had pretty eyes Billy noticed, if only because they were rounder and softer than was typical for alphas. Billy didn’t think it detracted from his appeal one bit, but then again Billy wasn’t the typical omega either.
Disturbed perhaps by the sharpness in Billy’s tone and the scent of omega distress filling the room, the sleeping pup shifted in her bed drawing both their gazes. Billy held his breath and prayed the kid wouldn’t wake up. He didn’t know why, but whatever this was going to be he didn’t think a pup that young should see it. The alpha seemed just as relieved as he was when the girl settled and slept on.
“Well that’s one crisis averted.” He muttered before looking back at Billy again like someone gearing up for a chore they weren’t particularly fond of. “Why don’t we get dressed and then we’ll sit down and talk. Okay? I’m sure you’re very scared right now and have lots of questions.”
He knew it wasn’t a logical response but Billy resented that look and the implication that he could be handled like he was the one who was three-years-old.
“I’m not scared of you old man. I’m pissed and I’m leaving!” Billy declared, lowering his voice halfway through when he remembered the kid. But he wasn’t going to wait around either. The guy was taller but Billy had him beat for muscle, plus he was younger so that had to count for something. He barreled his way past the alpha but the guy didn’t try and stop him. Probably because he seemed more concerned with shutting the door of the kid’s room and making sure she wouldn’t see or hear whatever was about to happen next.
Billy took off down the stairs at a run.
“Damn it. Billy! Billy wait!”
He ignored the guy calling after him and took the stairs as fast as he could, hopping the last two to land at the bottom and bolt toward what he hoped was the front hall, judging solely by the brighter daylight he could see spilling across the stretch of wood floor beyond the archway. Thankfully he had guessed right. Dominating the short little hall between the stairs and some kind of living room was a set of big doors with fancy window cutouts.
“Billy!” He could hear the alpha behind him over the drumming of his heart. He made a desperate break for the doors, praying, praying, oh please god please.
Billy stumbled out into the blindingly bright snow, his saint Christopher’s medal swinging and slapping against his skin from the momentum. That was when it sank in that he was without a shirt or shoes. Fuck, fuck fucking fuck! Billy took several hopping steps as the chill speared its way through the pads of his feet and up his legs. It was so fucking cold!
A dog barked and Billy looked up to see an elderly woman in a set of pink hair rollers walking a fluffy white dog on the sidewalk passed the drive.
“Help!” Billy called out, waving his arms. “I need help!”
The woman looked up startled, her wary expression melted away into one of recognition and then scandal. Her face scrunched up disapproving, as if the sight of half dressed teenage omega in obvious distress was some kind of stain on the neighborhood.
“Mr. Harrington! Does your alpha know you’re outside in your underwear?!”
Billy ran. He had no idea who this Harrington guy was that the old bat had mistaken him for, but he knew the woman would be of no help to him. She didn’t have a single question about why a teenage omega would run out of a house barely clothed making a scene besides did his alpha know. If that alpha caught up he could say whatever he wanted and that old woman would take it as gospel.
So Billy ran as best he could in his bare feet down the drive and into the street, ignoring the woman’s increasingly frantic calls.
“Mr. Harrington?! William!”
Billy bit his tongue to stave off the knee jerk instinct to turn and correct her. Tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes.
‘Your name is Billy.’ He told himself, bare feet pounding against un-shoveled sidewalks as he ran. ‘You might be an omega but you won’t be a victim. So fucking run.’
Billy ignored the pain in his feet and the cold gripping his body as he ran down the street, passing block after block of picture perfect homes with pruned shrubs, long driveways, and two-car garages all covered in cotton cob webs, pumpkins, spiders, and ghouls. What the fuck was going on? He’d heard of people holding onto their Christmas décor but who kept their Halloween decorations up past November?
Billy slowed as he reached the intersection of what looked to be a main street. The cookie cutter houses had given way to shops, and he could see what looked like a gas station two blocks down to the left. Billy stood at the intersection unsure of which way to go, watching the cars pass while he waited for the light to change. It was an odd thing to do maybe, wait for a light to change when you were being chased, but Billy’s thoughts were no longer on what was behind him but what was right in front of him.
The cars were all wrong.
He couldn’t explain how in so many words. They were just off. He saw too many models and makes that he just didn’t recognize. It seemed excessive even for a rich neighborhood that so many people would be driving foreign cars. And the ones he did recognize looked weird. A slimmer body here, a rounder trunk there. And the ones that were the same, that should have just rolled off the factory floor for some Bob or Ted to show off in, they all looked old. Well used and ready to be handed down to some eager teen.
The light turned green. Shaking, Billy crossed the street. He was no longer thinking of running but of reflections. He needed to find his, because the cars were all wrong, and maybe it was just in his head but he thought that maybe his voice was wrong too. He’d been so scared before that it hadn’t registered, but his voice sounded different in his ears. Still recognizable but off. Just like the cars.
A book store was the first shop on the strip. The window had been decorated in fake cobwebs and a paper witch riding a broom hung from a hook in the ceiling along with a trio of ghosts. But the window was clean and just lit enough that he could see his reflection in the glass.
Billy bit his lip, cringing away from the glass. The stranger had the same colored hair as his, but it was cropped short till it was longer in the front than the back, one annoying lock of hair still long enough to curl across his brow. Crawling over abs that looked like the ones Billy worked so hard to develop were a network of thick scars on the stranger’s abdomen, like he’d been in a fucking knife fight and come out the loser. But honestly it wasn’t the scars that Billy found the most upsetting. It was the fucking stretch marks on the man’s stomach, fuck, and the lines on his face. The stranger in his reflection was old.
A car pulled up to the curb behind him, it’s engine purring softly, and Billy just stood there. He was too numb to run. Too numb to do anything but stare down at the legs of the body that was somehow his but not his and wonder how he could have aged so much in a single afternoon. He had to be dreaming, he decided. There was no other explanation for it. Dr. Mehta had warned him increasing his prescription might have psychological effects right? Boy did he have a story for her! He started to giggle despite everything. Because it was kind of funny when he thought about the doctor asking him if he’d noticed any adverse side effects.
“Billy?”
One of those side effects was a tall handsome alpha, now dressed in a long coat with smart looking buttons. He had a ratty pair of shoes in one hand and the coat was unbuttoned. He’d also left the car running and the door open, Billy noticed, as if he thought he might have to leap back in again at a moments notice. He needn’t have worried. Billy wasn’t going anywhere. It was fucking cold and this was all a dream so…nowhere to go.
“I’m old.” Billy said the only thing he could think of that seemed to matter in that moment.
The alpha’s mouth quirked a little, like he might smile and replied softly, “Yeah. Fucking ancient.”
He waited, but when Billy didn’t say anything else and made no attempt to move he heaved a sigh and ran a trembling hand through his thick head of dark hair. “What’s the plan here B-Billy?” the alpha asked, stumbling in a way that made Billy think he’d been about to call him babe again. “I know you’re scared, but you’re gonna freeze out here. Will you at least put these on? They’re your favorites.”
He held his arm out and wiggled the tennis shoes like somebody would wiggle a steak in front of a hungry dog and Billy rolled his eyes.
“You give me shoes and then what? Are you gonna let me go home?” Billy thought he should ask, on the off chance that this wasn’t a dream. Maybe he was having some kind of psychotic episode. Fuck for all he knew he was wandering around downtown San Diego right now talking to himself.
“I’ll tell you what. Let me get you somewhere warm and dry – your choice!” he added hastily when Billy tensed and looked liable to bolt again. “We don’t have to go back to the house. We can go anywhere you want, this bookshop even, Billy, anywhere. Just let me get you warm and I can explain.”
Billy shivered. If this were one of those dime novels they made for omegas he’d be saying some shit about how it was the quiet intensity in the alpha’s eyes that did it, or the way he said ‘just let me get you warm’ and so clearly meant ‘let me take care of you’. But the truth was, Billy was really fucking cold and these shivers were bonafide freeze your balls and shake em off shivers. He was probably going to start crying like a little bitch if he didn’t get warm soon.
Stiffly he reached out and took the shoes from the alpha’s hand. It fucking hurt to lift his feet and slide them inside the trainers. The soles of his feet had long since gone numb. He hadn’t even noticed that he’d torn them up until they were raw and bloody. Bad as it stung, Billy had suffered way worse and wasn’t about to be a sissy about it so he forced one foot in after the other.
The alpha watching him swayed a little, and Billy noticed the way he had to physically stop himself from trying to stop him. That intense focus on him was a little unsettling, but not as scary as Billy would have imagined it would be. It was kind of nice in a strange way, watching the alpha bite his lip and wring his hands, all to keep himself from touching a distressed omega. Nobody would have blamed him for trying to help. Nobody would have stopped him either. A few, I’m sorries, it’s just my omega having an episode, and everyone would crown him alpha of the year and go about their business.
Shoes on, Billy stood up as straight as his stiff bones would allow. “How about we go to a police station?” he suggested just to be an asshole, but the brown haired alpha nodded easily and almost immediately agreed.
“Sure. I can drive us there, only… you’d have to get in the car.” Hands dove inside his pockets looking for his keys before he seemed to remember he’d left them in the engine. This was definitely a dream Billy decided. Because this was starting to feel like a fantasy. A gorgeous alpha who didn’t posture or immediately try and put Billy in an omega’s place, who was so worried about him apparently he couldn’t even think straight? Billy snorted. He wasn’t born fucking yesterday.
“Here’s fine.” He jerked his head toward the bookstore and turned to walk inside.
“Wait! I uh –” The alpha turned and darted back to the car. Billy watched shivering as he turned the engine off and slammed the door behind himself. He came running back with something slung over his arm and Billy saw that it was a coat, similar to the one the alpha wore but in a darker coal grey. Billy snatched the coat warily from the alpha’s extended hands.
“You had a coat the whole time?” he accused once he’d wrapped the stupidly soft thing around himself like a burrito wrapper. He immediately felt better in it. Like the sheets it smelled strongly of Billy, but it also smelled like the alpha too, and Billy had to resist the urge to rub his cheek against the collar to saturate his face in it. It smelled so good. Fuck. Why?!
“I figured if you did another runner the shoes would be more useful?” The alpha grinned sheepishly and shrugged. He was trying to subtly edge Billy toward the door of the bookshop, practically squirming in place, and Billy could smell the anxiety twisting through his scent. The guy was clearly going to pop if Billy didn’t get inside where it was warm, and yet he’d brought Billy running shoes instead of a coat…
He was so cute. And Billy was so screwed.
Neil had made it clear what would happen if Billy ever even thought about letting an alpha close to him. So it was probably for the best that the alpha of his dreams was just the product of a very vivid drug dream.
Cherry Punch Romance
Harringrove; Modern AU; a/b/o AU; teacher/student romance; NC -18+/NSFW; dom!steve & sub!billy; Warning: age-gap romance, violence, and explicit sexual content; Summary: Billy is forced to move to Indiana as per his abusive fathers wishes; as being a Beta to an Alpha clan leads him into being an average teenager–or so he thinks. When Billy is trying his best to come off as an Alpha and doing his just to prove his father wrong; an unlikely turn of events leads him into the office and literal arms of his teacher, Steve Harrington; a seemingly Beta type, discovers the blooming of Billy’s first Heat. A complicated situation and romance ensues between the two.
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Prologue: Test Results
Billy wasn’t the type of person to ever get nervous—hardly ever, in fact, most people labelled him as stubborn and prideful. But today was different, it was the dreaded results of his pheromone test; to find out his secondary sex, most times this test was done around the age of 12, when puberty occurred, that is… most times. Billy was different, though, already 17 and yet his pheromone tests had all been inconclusive… This of course pissed his father, Neil, off for years. He was, as the doctors put it, a rare case labelled as: an Enigma—a teenager that displayed no signs of their secondary sex; no matter how many blood tests had been drawn over the years... Billy showed no mark if he was an Omega, Beta, or Alpha.
That is, until today, the doctors gave the call and wanted Billy and his father to come in to discuss the test results. And Billy’s knees bobbed listlessly in unease at the doctor’s office; his father’s calloused hand firmly gripped on his shoulder in the possessive manner an Alpha demonstrated their ownership over their kin. After all, the Hargrove’s were a clan of Alpha’s, known for their dominant genetics and ability to only produce the strongest Alpha-male lineage. And that’s what made Billy nervous, the indifference he already met with his father for being an Enigma for so long—the unnecessary beatings, the word Enigma spat on his face as a disgrace to the Hargrove clan and name.
Billy couldn’t afford to be anything other than an Alpha, the burden of the Hargrove name always left him in nightmarish states where he’d wake in cold sweats. He nearly flinched when the doctor finally showed the results:
“A Beta? How?” Neil’s grip on Billy’s shoulder tightened and his eyes steeled as the doctor continued.
“It seems Billy is a majority of the population, Mr. Hargrove.”
“What about the likeliness of producing Alpha children?” Neil’s tone much like his stature became overbearing with agitation.
“Unlikely with the results, but it could change overtime.”
Billy felt the claustrophobia encapsulate him, he wished the floor would swallow him up; he resented the skin he was trapped in, the results given, and the disappointment that struck him to the core. If he wasn’t a Hargrove it would be different, if he wasn’t his father’s son, everything would be different… Nobody would fear being a Beta, but not everyone was a Hargrove and unfortunately, being a Beta had consequences.
The consequences being Neil’s vicious beatings with spiteful arguments about Billy being the one to undo the family legacy; as no longer than a month after Billy’s results, they moved with his stepmother and stepsister.
Moving from California to Indiana; the blame fell onto Billy’s incompetence to be the Alpha his father wanted. Billy was, in the eyes of his father, a failure to the Hargrove name and news of an infamous Alpha clan having a Beta son to carry the Hargrove name was considered social suicide.
Billy hated his father, he hated being a Hargrove, and most of all; he hated himself—being a Beta was a label he never associated with himself. At least, he thought in retrospect, he wasn’t an Omega; cursed to have uncontrollable heats and risking the high possibility of getting knocked up to a Beta or Alpha. He shivered in disgust, at least he had control over being a Beta—that was the only upside to his whole life being uprooted because of his father’s bruised pride.
Hawkins, Indiana… it sounded like a boring shithole to Billy, but it was a start to his new life as a Beta.
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End of prologue
