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fizzigigsimmer · 1 year

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Dragon!Shifter AU

I wrote a little in the tags on the OG post but I am still thinking about this so...

The way Billy arrived at the academy, swooping over the castle and roaring loud enough to shake the walls before he flew up towards the Grandmaster’s tower and disappeared into the clouds, there’s no way for anyone not to know who he is and what he is.

Steve’s very used to the way the student body can latch onto a person and OBSESS. You’d think, with their powers and their lineages that the students wouldn’t be effected by things like fan mania, but no, they’re just as impressed by pretty faces and showboating as ordinary humans are. Steve can’t go anywhere without his classmates stuffing the poems and ballads they’ve composed - praising his pale elfin good looks and comparing him to snowdrops, stars, and moonlight - under his pillow or in his satchel when he isn’t looking. And at least once a week someone actually gets up the courage to stand in the courtyard and sing. He’s been crowned King of Midsummer every year that he’s been old enough to attend the end of term festival reserved for the higher level students.

But from the minute Billy Hargrove saunters out of the Grandmaster’s quarters he’s all anyone can talk about. It’s so fucking annoying. His golden skin and sun streaked hair, his glittering blue eyes and the flames that (apparently) dance in them when he’s wielding magic (Steve wouldn’t know because he can’t stand the prick and the less time spent in his company the better) and the inked markings that decorate his back and shoulders that glow gold just before he shifts his shape.

Steve knows Billy’s markings intimately because he sees them three times a week during Champions practice, usually right after Hargrove strips naked and dives from the banks of Emerald Lake, changing shape in a burst of golden magic just so he can knock Steve and the rest of his teammates off their feet with a ten foot wave. And Billy does that shit on purpose, because he doesn’t have to be big as a house when he shifts.

Billy has a demi form, effectively no bigger than a kitten. Steve can hold most of his bendy lizard like body in the palm of his hand while Billy’s long serpentine tail coils around his wrist, warm despite the cool scales that line his body. No one knew dragons could go small like this. Well, correction, Steve supposes it makes a lot of sense now why humans call so many lizards dragons. Wingless, one scaly lizard thing scuttling around looks like another, and it turns out Dragons have been coming to the human world far more often than people think.

Steve discovers that Billy can go small after Flight Studies one day, which he’s endlessly thankful is not one of the classes he has to share with Hargrove. While some elves have strong enough magic and a sturdy enough connection to the fae realm that they can achieve winged flight, Steve remains as grounded and talentless in this area as they come. It’s enough of a sore spot as it is because his dad and all of his cousins fly. The last thing he wants to put up with is Hargrove giving him shit about it.

Steve comes back from class still wingless, but sweaty from all that straining to connect with Gia, and immediately heads to the room he shares with Tommy in the Blue Hall to change before supper. He doesn’t expect to find anything but shirts and tunics in his drawer, so he nearly shrieks the house down when he opens it to find a big lizard thing coiled up in a nest of his shirts.

Patrick, one of the selkies who shares the room next door, comes running in to see what the commotion is about just as the scaly creature raises its long neck, blue green scales glinting in the late afternoon sunlight and yellow eyes fixed on Steve as it opens its mouth and hisses. It has a small row of very sharp looking teeth and a very pink tongue.

Steve slams the drawer shut.

“Whoa! What was that?!“ Patrick demands, drawing closer, only to scurry back along with Steve as the drawer with the creature inside rattles violently.

“I have no idea. Probably another one of Munson’s freaky little pets.” Steve seethes, speaking of the boy from Black Hall who is infamous for his love of dark magical creatures, the more dangerous the better. The drawer rattles hard before suddenly popping open, and one very pissed lizard crawls its way out onto the top of the dresser. it twists its upper body until its head faces the two gaping boys. For a moment Steve admires the elegance of its long body and the dramatic spiny fins that raise from its back as it elongates itself, thinking that the strangely human expression of absolute grump that it wears on a decidedly lizard like face is unexpectedly funny... and then the creature opens its mouth and Steve and Patrick bolt with a yelp, scrambling for the door as a stream of electric blue flame erupts from the creature’s mouth.

The House Head thinks they are pulling a prank when they bring him back to deal with the beast, only to find the room completely creature free and no sign of anything burning. But Steve knows what he saw, and Patrick isn’t known for being a prankster so the Head promises to go over to Black Hall and have a talk with Munson. He advises the boys to keep their windows shut going forward, so nothing has an opportunity to crawl in.

It doesn’t work, because Steve doesn’t know it but the creature was actually a dragon shifter who also happens to live in Blue Hall, just one floor below. Steve doesn’t notice either that first time that one of his shirts is missing.

Long before Billy was ready to admit he liked Steve as a person, he liked the smell of his soap and his magic. Dragons are creatures of indulgence, so the things they like they take to horde. Steve never gets that shirt back or any of the other things Billy ends up claiming from Steve’s room. Not until Steve starts sleeping in his bed. But anything he brings back with him from Billy’s room, Billy just replaces with something else.

It’s expensive dating a dragon, is what he’s saying. The only solution is to cohabbitate.

The First Part

#harringrove #billy x steve #Billy Hargrove #Steve Harrington #elf!steve #dragon!billy #the difference between elves and fairys is tolkien and santa clause so for this I'm keeping the two blended #poor wingless little elf #poor smol dragon being woken from his nap like that

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billyharringson · 1 year

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Okay okay okay. I've just gotta write this down somewhere whilst I wait for my next bingo card in the hopes that I can use some of the prompts but there's an AU that I woke up thinking about and now I want to write like 100k words for it.

So Siren Billy. More specifically asexual siren Billy.

I also know that this doesn't fit with mythology but I have an idea that Billy's mum was a selkie and she left after finding her coat (also let's be real Neil would totally steal a selkie coat). And sirens are the offspring of selkie/human matches.

This is why Billy is so drawn to water, and his mum left him because sirens can only live full time in the water if they're there from a very young age but because Billy was on land for so long he can't be in the ocean full time. Billy can still see his mum when he's out surfing etc so she's happy that they can still be together and that he's (mostly) healthy. Because it's not like Neil's going to wrench his son away from the ocean and take him inland to a landlocked state...right?

Also sirens don't have to actively sing etc to draw people too them it's just an aura that they have which Billy originally uses for his own gain, like to have friends and stuff but then it becomes sycophantic and as he ages turns sexual and he's really not down with that.

Anyway that's what I have so far.im also contemplating Witch Steve who is able to ignore Billy's 'allure'.

#billy hargrove #stranger things #fanfic #steve harrington #harringrove #possibly harringroveson #siren billy #witch steve #vampire eddie #maybe?

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charkyzombicorn · 2 months

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Selkie au

Suggest seal species

1. Krill - Australia sea lion

2. Sakana - New Zealand fur seal

3. Ika - New Zealand sea lion

4. Weddell - North America sea lion

5. Baikal - gray seal

6. Galápagos - spotted seal

7. Ross - ringed seal

8. darwini - Caspian seal

9. Puijila - common harbor seal

10. Shirokuma - bearded seal'

11. prawn -California sea lion

12. abalone -Mediterranean monk seal

13. Billy bob joe -Japanese sea lion

14. bebo, -harp seal

15. Shachi, - Leopard seals

16. penguin, -artic sea lion

17. jean Bart, - souther elephant seal

18. clione, - ribbon seal

19. hakugan, - brown fur seal

20. Ikkaku - walrus

APPROVED!!!

*sorry some of the screenshots are horrendous

🔬 That's Billy Bob Joe

Bakal and Krill respectively, they've both got hearts in their hair so I've decided they're brothers

Darwini!!!

This one's Sakana he eats candles

This is Abalone he's trans so he gave himself that name because he thought it sounded cool

Prawn! He's allergic to shellfish

Shirokuma I mistook him for Shachi twice

Wedde because he looks fancy

Ross

#one piece #selkie usopp au

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free-for-all-fics · 1 year

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Writing Prompts and Random Thoughts Masterlist

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How old are Attuma and Namora?

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What if Namor, Namora, and Attuma all got snapped?

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Labyrinth

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What if Zemo had a daughter who survived the Battle of Sokovia?

Selkie!Zemo AU

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Night at the Museum

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How does a Yautja deal with their human mate’s mortality?

What if reader found a Yautja pup in a space pod?

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Santa Clause

All I want for Christmas is Older Bernard content

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Thirst for older! Billy Loomis after seeing Scream 2022

What do you think Chromeskull’s phone password is?

Imagining Art the Clown as a dad after seeing Terrifier 2

Art the Clown, Sam, and The Jester as a Halloween slasher family

Various Slashers Prompts (Brahms Heelshire, Ghostface, Thomas Hewitt, Jason Voorhees, Asa Emory, Jesse Chromeans, Severen Van Sickle and Bo Sinclair)

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hrtgallant · 11 months

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so. hal gates walrus selkie and billy grey seal selkie au. it technically changes nothing but adds another cool layer to the. the misery

#I mean I'm already writing that flint selkie au and drawing that silver mermaid au so. might as well right!!#black sails

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local-redhead-bookworm · 2 years

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@billyhargrovens oh harringrove AU where billy is a selkie and neil has his skin and steve finds out

This got away from me. I was going to just ramble in the tags, but it turned into a full fic and I wanted to give it its own post. I didn’t write this as expressly romantic, and I’m not really a Harringrove shipper, I just really loved the concept. Take this however you want.

Word count: 2107

TW/CW: implied/referenced abuse in regard to both Billy and his mom, some swearing

“All right, Max, don’t forget that Mike’s hosting game night tomorrow,” Steve called through the Beemer’s open window as Max reached the front door.

“Wait, hold on, I have a comic to give back to Dustin.” She darted inside.

Steve sighed and turned off the car. He didn’t know how long it would take Max to find said comic, and he didn’t want to wait in the car wasting gas.

He hadn’t seen the inside of the Hargrove-Mayfield house before. Steve knew he was rich by most standards, but he couldn’t help but see just how beat up everything was. The furniture was dinged up, the walls needed a repaint, and the trim was separating from the wall. And those were just some of the surface things. He walked down the hall to wait outside Max’s door until she was done. That should have been the end of it.

But he’d gotten bored and glanced across the hall. Max’s parents’ bedroom, he guessed. But he could see a tuft of golden hair behind the side of the bed and just as it always did, curiosity got the better of Steve Harrington.

He tiptoed into the room, and sure enough, the gold hair belonged to Billy, who was holding something that looked kind of like a blanket. He hadn’t wrapped it around himself, he was just holding it with a near-reverence. He didn’t notice Steve’s approach until a floorboard creaked, then his head snapped toward the intruder, eyes wide with something that Steve thought might be fear. Once he recognized Steve, his expression shifted to rage. He dropped the blanket— but it wasn’t a blanket, it looked more like an animal pelt. Steve had never taken Billy for a hunting man, and why would one of his trophies be in someone else’s room?

All those thoughts raced through Steve’s head that he didn’t notice Billy had moved until Steve’s back met the wall. The pain brought him back to the present, and Billy’s eyes were blazing, his hands clenched around Steve’s shirt collar.

“Get. Out,” Billy spat through clenched teeth. His voice was filled with anger, but Steve could have sworn he saw a tear glimmer in the other boy’s eye.

He pushed Billy off of him and stormed out into the hall to wait for Max with her stupid comic book. The back of his head throbbed dully.

After a few minutes, Billy exited the room and shut the door behind him, shooting a venomous glare at Steve as he passed him. Max shouted in triumph and emerged from her room holding Dustin’s comic, which was surprisingly but fortunately not torn.

“Here you go,” she said as she handed it to him. “You might wanna go before Billy sees you.”

Steve laughed quietly. “A little late for that.”

“Do I need to get the bat?” Max asked, fists clenching as she glared toward a door he assumed was Billy’s.

“No, don’t bother, it wasn’t a big deal.” Steve wasn’t sure why he was defending Billy, but for some reason he didn’t want Max to go after the guy again, bat swinging. Maybe it was that moment of fear he’d seen when Billy realized he was there.

Steve drove back to his house with his mind whirling.

———

When game night arrived, Steve was as usual playing chauffeur to Dustin. Normally, he would have just dropped the kid off and killed time until he had to take him home, but this time he had a question to ask the rest of the kids.

The kids were all crowded around the table. Will had on a wizard costume that Steve was pretty sure Joyce handmade, and El was inspecting one of the dice. The group sent up a cheer when they saw that Dustin had arrived.

Steve tapped Will on the shoulder and, to avoid being heard by the rest of the group, he quietly asked, “Can I talk to you in private for a second?”

Will nodded and the two retreated to the furthest corner of the basement.

“What do you know about magical creatures with animal skins?” Steve asked. “Don’t ask me why, it’s just a hunch.”

“Okay.” The Byers boy nodded and started listing things off on his fingers. “Well, you have some versions of werewolves and other were-species, you have some people who were cursed, you have selkies—”

“Wait, what’s a selkie?” Steve interrupted.

“Selkies are people who can turn into seals. Sometimes they’re a type of mermaid, but that’s,” Will made a vague gesture, “pretty rare. They usually stay in seaside areas, but there are a lot of stories about people forcing selkies, typically female ones, to live on land by hiding their skins.”

“What if the selkie found the skin?” Steve asked.

“Usually once they find their skin, they go back to the sea and are never heard from again. I’ve read a few stories where the person who stole the coat has to voluntarily return the coat to the selkie, but that’s pretty rare.” Will looked at Steve with consideration. “Why the sudden interest?”

Steve leaned in close to Will and lowered his voice. “Would you think I was crazy if I told you I thought I’d found a selkie in Hawkins?”

Will shook his head. “I’ve seen way too much to think anyone’s crazy in this town,” he said with a sad smile.

“And how would I, hypothetically, know if someone was a selkie?”

“Well,” the smaller boy thought for a few seconds before replying. “The easiest way would be to find their pelt, but that’s tricky. They often smell like the ocean and they’re usually really great swimmers. In some legends their hair never dries or they have webbed fingers.”

“Thanks, kid. You’ve been a real help.” With that, Steve grabbed his jacket and exited the basement.

———

It made so much sense. California being a coastal state, the way Billy would smell like salt when he got up close during basketball practice, how easily he took to the water at the Hawkins high pool and how he had applied for a lifeguard position.

Steve drove back to the house on Cherry. Thankfully the driveway was empty, but Steve still opted to climb in through Max’s window rather than break and enter. He made his way to the master bedroom and dug around under the bed until he found a box that looked right. It was like an old chest, with metal bindings and a few barnacles encrusted on one of the corners. Not super out of place for a former Californian, but still suspicious enough.

The coat looked like it would have been big enough for Billy to wrap it around himself with ease, and Steve’s fingers buzzed where he touched the pelt. There was something powerful about it, and Steve felt like he could almost hear crashing waves and the crying of gulls, sounds he had only heard once when his parents had taken him to the beach, before they were too busy for their son.

It crossed Steve’s mind to wrap the pelt around himself, but he immediately rejected the thought. The fact that he was holding it felt like enough of an invasion of privacy as it was. This pelt seemed almost sacred.

He hadn’t heard a car pull up, or the front door unlock, or the steps that came down the hall.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Billy’s voice brimmed with anger.

Steve turned to face him, a wide and probably dumb-looking grin on his face. “You’re a selkie!”

The anger on Billy’s face faltered, replaced by a look of shock and, there it was again, fear. He stalked forward and it seemed like he was about to snatch the pelt out of Steve’s hands, but instead his hand just hovered above it for a moment, then ran lightly over it. His hand stayed there for a few seconds, then Billy dropped it and all traces of anger vanished from his face. He looked wrung out, and the gesture had seemed almost like a goodbye.

“Fine.” His voice was quieter than Steve had ever heard it, and it cracked on that single word. “You’ve got me.”

Billy sat down on the bed with his head hung low. “What do you want, Harrington? Sunken treasure? Good sailing weather? We’re pretty damn landlocked, last time I checked.” He was smiling, but it didn’t reach his eyes, and his tense body gave off the impression of a tightly coiled spring.

“What are you doing here in Hawkins?”

Billy stared at him in confusion. “Out of all the questions you could ask, you pick that one?”

“Well, yeah,” Steve shrugged. “Like you said, you’re pretty landlocked, and I thought selkies stayed near the coast. Why haven’t you left?”

Billy laughed softly, but it was tinged with sadness. “That’s a long story, Harrington.”

Steve settled back onto the bed. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t wanna, but I’ve got time.”

Billy took a long, deep breath and nodded.

———

“My mom was a selkie too,” Billy began. “I don’t know what she ever saw in Neil, but she left the sea, married him, and had me.”

His expression turned sad. “I think it was shortly after I was born that the bastard stole her pelt. She used to go swimming with me, but I don’t think I ever saw her in her seal form more than ten times in my life.

“I was about ten years old when she decided she’d put up with enough of his shit.” he grimaced. “The older I got, the more bruises it seemed like she had. She threw a plate at him one night. She was black and blue the next morning, and she came to my room before the sun was up. I was barely awake at the time, and she left me this.” He held up the silver necklace that Steve had seen him always wear. “She took her pelt and she was gone.”

Steve shifted awkwardly where he was seated. If he was dealing with one of the kids, he would have pulled them in for a hug, but he didn’t think that would go over super well with Billy.

“After that, Neil took my pelt and hid it. I didn’t know where it had gone until a little before we moved to this shithole. I found my pelt and I think Neil expected me to just fuck off into the ocean and never come back, but I couldn’t just leave Max here. But anyway, he figured out that I’d found my pelt and a week later we were packed and moving here. And I expect you know the rest.”

———

Billy sat back, his eyes glistening with tears as he stared at the pelt that lay between them. “There, Harrington. Now you know my big secret, what are you gonna do with it?”

“I could keep it safe for you,” Steve said so quietly that Billy barely heard it.

“What?”

Words began to spill out of Steve’s mouth. “Just hear me out, okay? If you don’t want your old man to get his hands on it, I could keep it at my house. No one’s ever home except for me, so it’d be totally safe, and I wouldn’t lock it away or anything. And if you ever decide you want it back, or to just check on it, I’d be fine with that.”

A few tears slid down Billy’s face, but he was wearing probably the first genuine smile Steve had ever seen from him.

“All right, Harrington, I’m gonna trust you with this.” His voice was ragged as he folded up the pelt and stroked it for a moment. “Keep it safe for me, all right?”

Steve nodded as he accepted the pelt when Billy handed it to him. He had reached the front door when he turned around and said, “you know, I have a pool in my yard. It hasn’t been used in a while, but it’s pretty private so if you ever decide you wanna go for a swim, just drop on by.”

Billy nodded and smiled, and Steve could have sworn he heard a quiet “thanks” before the door closed between them.

———

When Steve made it home, he put the pelt into the chest of drawers in his room. Safe, but not locked away, just like he had promised.

As he drifted off to sleep that night, he dreamt of Billy, swimming and diving with a smile as bright as the light reflecting off the water. Further out in the ocean, a grey seal watched over him.

#billy hargrove #stranger things #max mayfield #steve harrington #will byers #stranger things fanfic #my writing #my posts #tw abuse mention #tw implied abuse #tw abuse

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