Mr Steve and The Monster Hunter
It's finally there, time to post my fic for @bigbangharringrove (thank you mods for all your work for this event!)
I've been working so hard on this one... I even did some doodles of a couple of scenes from it (I might post them once I've posted all 6 chapters).
Art by @adelacreations (so very excited about this!!).
I want to thank @ihni for Olivia’s name, @spaceofentropy for noticing I'd forgotten about Will (oops!) and @akioukun for Cindy’s name
Also on Ao3
Steve gets the surprise of his life when one of his students gets picked up by her father. A man who Steve thought had died on the dirty floor of Starcourt Mall fifteen years ago.
Billy Hargrove is alive... and a dad. He runs a security company called HellGrove and he hunts monsters in the Upside Down for a living.
When Billy opens a portal into the Upside Down in Robin and Heather’s backyard, Steve follows because he wants answers.
Chapter 1 - Mr Steve isn't a boy
Steve is looking forward to the weekend after a long week teaching six-year-olds. Having the school trip to the zoo the same week as the talent show is not something he’s keen to do again in a hurry and he let his principal know as much.
He smiles as the last of the kids rush past him, waving him goodbye as they squeeze in the doorway before running down the hallway towards the exit, a spring in their step. He notices Olivia is still in the classroom and he walks over to her desk.
“Everything okay, Olivia?” he asks as she shoves the last of her drawings in her backpack. He reminds himself for the hundredth time to ask Robin where she found the Hawkins Lifeguard backpack because he didn’t know such an item existed and he was a lifeguard at Hawkins Community Pool for a few summers, both while he was in high school, and after, during summer breaks from university.
He knows he isn’t supposed to have favorites but Robin and Heather’s daughter is one of the brightest students he’d had in his ten years of teaching elementary school and she is extremely funny to boot, at a level that her classmates usually don’t get.
“Yep, Mr Steve, I’m spending the weekend with my dad so I want to show him all my work.”
“Your dad?” Steve asks, confused. As far as he knows, the little girl only has her two mums. Of course, Steve figures there has to have been a man involved in the process, he did pay some attention in biology class, but he never asked. Heather still scares him a little and he isn’t as close to Robin as they were fifteen years ago.
Nope, not thinking about it.
“Yes, he works a lot all over the country so I don’t see him very much.”
“Then I bet you’re very excited to see him!”
“I haven’t seen him since Christmas, he’s very busy but he rings me when he can,” Olivia says matter-of-factly as she closes her bag.
“That’s nice,” Steve says, smiling even though he thinks two months is a long time without seeing your child, not that he has any of his own.
“He lives in California, you know,” she adds as she starts walking to the door.
Steve follows a few steps behind, in a daze, her words unleashing the memories of loud metal, leather and cigarettes, and a blue Camaro.
Nope, not thinking about him.
He watches Olivia step out of the classroom and turns towards the mess he still has to clean before he can go home when the voice coming from the adjoining hallway stops him in his tracks.
“Hey, princess!”
It can’t be. But that voice… He’s heard it before, and those words…
Shaking like a leaf, Steve turns towards the open doorway and takes the three steps that separate him from the owner of the voice.
It isn’t possible. Billy Hargrove is dead, Steve reminds himself. He died at Starcourt Mall fifteen years ago, in what remains the scariest night of Steve’s life. This is just his brain playing tricks on him.
He steps into the hallway and freezes. The shock of seeing Billy Hargrove, alive and in the flesh, dims Olivia’s gleeful screams.
He looks… Steve feels all the air leave his lungs. Billy looks fucking good for a dead guy. His hair is cut short, some golden curls on the top still, he looks broader in the shoulders, his muscles more defined than they were in high school, not that Steve is looking, but the guy is wearing a t-shirt that looks painted on, okay?
He is also sporting a scar across his left cheek that looks not too recent but doesn’t make him look any less handsome, as well as some gnarly looking, but silver, older, scars on his arms and Steve knows there would be matching ones on his sides and in the middle of his chest, where the Mind Flayer had hit him with its tentacles.
“Pretty boy?” The shock is evident in Billy’s voice. He clearly didn’t expect to see Steve either.
“Daddy, you’re silly. Mr Steve isn’t a boy, he’s my teacher!”
Billy clears his throat and looks down at his daughter. “I can see that, princess.”
Billy Hargrove has a daughter!! What. The. Fuck?
“Billy. Long time no see.”
“Mr Steve, you know my daddy?” Olivia is looking between the two of them, trying to work out the connection.
Billy crouches so he is level with Olivia. “Mr Steve went to school with me and your moms, Livi.” He looks around and picks up her cardigan from her hook. “Is that all your stuff?”
“Yes, Daddy. I gotted all the stuff in my bag to show you.”
“That’s great, princess. Can you wait here a minute while I have a super quick chat with Mr Steve?”
She nods. “Can I play the word game on your phone?”
“Sure thing.”
Once Billy sorts Olivia with her game, he looks at Steve who is still hovering in the doorway and gestures towards the classroom. Steve nods and heads back inside, Billy a few steps behind him.
Steve stops when he reaches his desk, trying to compose himself. He hears Billy behind him and turns around.
“Robin never said—”
“You probably hav—”
They both stop at the same time and Steve knows he’s being awkward but he is not prepared for this. It’s not like he was friends with the guy back in high school, but Billy sacrificed his life to save them that day in1985 so for him to just show up like that is just… Steve doesn’t even know at this stage. He needs time to process.
“Listen, I have to run, haven’t seen Livi in way too long and I want to make the best of it but if you want to talk, or like, I dunno, have questions for me, here’s my card. Call me.”
Billy pulls out his wallet and hands Steve a business card with a tentative smile. Steve takes it, trying to wrap his head around what just happened. He nods as Billy puts his wallet away.
“See you around, pretty boy.” Billy doesn’t wait for a reply and he heads out.
Steve hears Olivia’s voice then the chatter moves further away as they walk towards the exit.
He finally looks down at the card in his hand. It’s dark gray, almost black, with the letters HG in white in the middle. He flips it to find the same monogram on the left then his eyes read over the words, taking them in.
HellGrove Security Consultants
William H. Hargrove
CEO & Head of Security
Followed by a phone number and an email address.
What.
The.
Fuck?
***
It’s after midnight and Steve is lying on his bed, flipping Billy’s card over and over, the dim light of his bedside lamp catching on something in the corner of the card. It’s embossed in the same color so he didn’t really notice until now. He brings the card closer so he can have a proper look and…
It’s a demogorgon flower head.
Motherfucker.
He grabs his phone to call Robin but then remembers that they’re not really best friends anymore, besides it’s late and she’s a parent now. Olivia did say she was spending the weekend with her dad but Steve isn’t sure what the arrangement is.
Billy Hargrove is alive and he’s a dad.
More questions than answers and it’s making Steve want to scream. So he sends Robin a message, figuring that she can choose to reply if she’s awake.
He hopes she does.
Steve: So I met Olivia’s dad at pick up today.
Immediately the reply box shows three littles dots. Steve holds his breath for a bit but has to give up after a minute. Either Robin is typing a novel-length explanation or she is not sure what to say.
Robin: Surprise? <cringe emoji>
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Steve yells in the empty room, his frustration at boiling point. His phone dings again and he looks to see what else Robin had to say.
Robin: Come over for lunch tomorrow. We’ll talk.
Steve sends a brief text saying he’ll be there then puts his phone down and switches to his laptop, giving into the temptation to visit HellGrove.com.
The website mentions the usual stuff: the various services offered (most of which mean little to Steve), reviews from clients as well a page about the company and its staff. Steve keeps looking on the main page for the freaky flower and finally finds it, hidden on the Reviews page when his cursor hovers in the bottom left corner and HOLY FUCK!
There’s no photos of the Upside Down but the hand drawn illustration in the banner is enough for Steve to suppress a shudder at the memories. There are a handful of anonymous written accounts by survivors who were rescued by HellGrove and reports about unsuccessful rescue missions. The wording is vague but, to someone who’s experienced it first hand, it’s clear they’re talking about the Upside Down.
Steve goes back to the home page and clicks on Staff. His eyes immediately focus on the black and white photo of Billy. It must have been taken some time ago because the scar on his face is missing.
The short bio tells Steve that William H. Hargrove joined the Marines at eighteen and left after six years to start his own security company. Steve scrolls down and he is surprised and a bit shocked to find out that Max, Lucas, Will and El also work for Billy. And some guy named Argyle, who apparently has no last name.
He vaguely remembers Dustin mentioning that Lucas got a job in California after college and he knew El and the Byers already lived over there. He feels bad when he realizes he hasn’t thought about Max in years. He ponders reaching out to Dustin but that would open a can of worms and even more questions.
He closes his laptop and dumps it on the other side of the bed and settles on his side to go to sleep.
The feeling of an arm around his waist pulls Steve from his slumber. He gasps when he realizes there’s a (warm!) body behind him, the owner of which is dragging him closer and dropping a string of kisses on his shoulder.
Steve can’t remember the last time he shared a bed with someone, especially while being naked, though he is sure he was wearing pajamas earlier. The kisses morph into a bite and a needy moan escapes his lips when he feels teeth nibbling on his skin. The embrace around his middle tightens and Steve’s hand drifts to the one holding him, fingers locking with the ones of the man behind him. Because it is a man, of that Steve has no doubt.
He looks down, noticing the silver scars in the soft glow of his bedside lamp. “Billy?”
“Sorry I woke you up, pretty boy,” comes the hushed whisper from behind him.
“No, it’s okay. What are yo—” The words die in his throat when Billy moves their linked hands south. Steve can feel Billy harden against his ass as their hands start stroking his dick and he shivers.
Billy gives a light squeeze and Steve rolls his hips, arching his back and groaning when Billy bites down on the crook of his neck.
“Oh god… Billy…”
Steve lets go of Billy’s hand to bury his fingers in golden curls instead. It’s been so long since the hand touching him wasn’t his that the pleasure of it is blinding in its intensity.
He moans loudly, earning himself another bite from Billy.
“Shhhh, pretty boy, not so loud, you’ll wake the baby.”
Steve sinks his teeth in his bottom lip in an effort to be quiet, so he doesn’t wake this baby he doesn’t remember having. His entire focus is on not making noise while Billy does unspeakable things to his body. He shudders; he’s so close already…
Billy notices, because of course he does, he always did notice things, and his hand starts moving faster, his closed fist squeezing the head of Steve’s cock on the upstroke. It’s slick, it’s heady, and too soon, Steve can feel his orgasm rushing at him.
He comes with a shout he can’t silence, but when he opens his eyes again, he’s alone in his bed. It’s his hand around his cock, his mess in his pajama pants.
Chest still heaving, he quickly cleans up using his pants and gets back into bed wearing a clean pair, reeling from the shocked realization that he wants Billy Hargrove. And a baby.
What the fuck?
Chapter 2
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A little sneak peek of my Harringrove Big Bang fic
“Hey, doofuses! I’ve been waiting here for 10 minutes! And what’s this about commies in the mall?” A voice from the counter asked.
A small girl stood there, in dungarees and beaded braids. She had her arms crossed and tapped her foot in an impatient tempo.
“Oh, hi Erica,” Henderson groaned.
“Yeah hi, now back to business, you’re gonna tell me what you were talking about or you can give me two scoops of the strawberry dream for free and I won’t tell a soul about your conspiracy theory,” Erica spoke fast, and her tone didn’t allow for any arguments.
“Erica, I’m not getting you involved in this you’re like 9-“ Steve started to placate the girl before he was interrupted by her.
“For your information, I’m 10, and what don’t you want me to get involved in? You know I can just get Lucas to tell me.”
Lucas? Oh wait this was his little sister, Billy thought to himself, but he could tell right now that he liked Erica more than Lucas. He liked her attitude and straightforward manner.
Henderson was the one who broke first, “there’s a bunch of Russians delivering stuff to the mall after it closes, we’re trying to figure out what.”
Erica’s eyes were the size of dinner plates, her tone full of disbelief, “you have got to be kidding me.”
“What? You asked me to tell you!”
“And you expect me to believe that?”
Erica had a point, why would Russians want Starcourt Mall of all places? Not like it was anything important.
“Look you can either come with us at 4.45 to see for yourself or take your ice cream and leave,” Henderson dragged a hand down his face, his patience running out.
“Oh I’ll be back later to see, and I’ll also take the ice cream,” Erica glared at Henderson, Billy could see there was no love lost between them.
“I’ll give you that for free just because you shut Henderson up,” Billy started to scoop some strawberry ice cream into a waffle cone. Steve, Robin, and Henderson stared at him like he had grown another head. Is Billy Hargrove being nice? Say it ain’t so. Billy handed over the cone and Erica gave him her approval.
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