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lovebillyhargrove · 11 months

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Harringrove seasons AU

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August is running out. It is the time when nights have already started getting perceptibly colder, but days are still so heartbreakingly warm, you don't wanna let go.

Like Steve, who doesn't want to let go of Billy.

Or Billy, who wants to hold on to Steve.

Who desperately wishes to add just a couple of more days to August. Make it thirty-three. Or thirty-five.

At least.

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One evening Steve sets off to look for Billy, because he hasn't seen him in the last three days. When he asks the magpies if they know where the summer is, they tell him he's wandering around the woods with a big basket searching for something and talking to himself like a madman.

"The summer's gone cuckoo!" - they burst out into chatter and laughter, but Steve isn't up for having fun.

Only close to midnight does he finally find Billy.

The warm simmering light and the sweet smell of burning pine wood have led him on the right path.

Steve sees Billy in the thick of the forest, on a small clearing, surrounded by tall mighty oak trees, so tall that their tops get lost in the dark starry sky above. Stars in August are witchy, it is common knowledge. They are so distant, so sparkly and cold, and they are watching you.

August stars are enchanted just like everything else around. The night is cool and damp, and there is dense fog laying heavy in milky swirls above and around the swamp nearby. Under every leaf there lives a mystery, a story, a creature. Behind one single cloud hides the silver moon, waiting to flood all with its crisp eerie shine.

The stars are twinkling bright, so magically bright, and the chilly, hocus scented air fills the head of a midnight wanderer with clarity and vigor, and anticipation of a miracle.

Steve is trying to be as quiet as possible, not to disturb.

Everything around is immersed in sleepy calm, and only the frogs' drowsy ribbit-ribbitting and distant hooting of a night bird fill the deep silence. The usual night orchestra.

As he is making his way towards Billy, there's a falling star, shooting right above the clearing, and Steve makes a wish - to always find summer.

Billy is busy.

Steve sees a big fire, sparks flying up towards the invisible tree crowns, and Billy's focused face lightened by the glow.

He is constantly stirring something gurgling and boiling in a huge cauldron, muttering under his breath

"Seven red fly agarics, nine orange ones .. three yellow .. thirteen russules, each a different colour .. eight orange chanterelle mushrooms of different sizes .."

With one hand he stirs whatever is brewing in the cauldron, and in the other he holds a thread with dry and semi-dry mushrooms strung on it. From time to time, he stops stirring and plucks the mushrooms from the thread, counting.

"Eleven brown hay mushrooms, one birch chaga, the size of a palm .. where the hell is this chaga .. ??" - he stops stirring and pokes around in the basket standing nearby. - "Alright. Found it. Come here, don't fight it .. seventeen honey fungi .. three aspen mushrooms .. ugh, you are such beauties .. All of you."

Billy looks like a witch. Too bad he's not wearing a spiked black hat and a black cloak

Stirring, mixing that magic

"Wait a second, did I put twelve ink mushrooms .. ? Yes, yes, I did. Ten violet webcaps .. and one whole circle of fairy-ring mushrooms."

"Oh, I forgot you buddy .. one grey spotted amantia, here you go .."

"Okay now for the more serious stuff."

Billy grunts and goes digging in the basket again.

"One satan's bolete .. A set of devil's fingers .. spooky .. And, finally, one pale grebe."

Steve steps out into the clearing

"Oh, do you mean a death angel?"

Billy stops mixing whatever there is in the cauldron and looks up.

"You startled me, pretty boy. And yes, it's the same one, different names."

Steve is still watching Billy in bewilderment

"What on earth are you doing?"

"I'm making a potion. Can't you see?" He answers seriously.

"A potion?" Steve is amused.

"An old owl told me. Who lives in the hollow of a hundred-year-old elm tree, down by the river."

"What is the potion for?"

"For .. making it last a little longer. Stalling the time. See, I don't want to go yet. I want to stay, just a bit more .. It's going to give me the power to do that."

"Oh. But .. Billy, this old owl is so old, she has dementia. I wouldn't trust her on anything she says."

"Well, I've got no other choice."

Steve is amused but he also knows that he has to soothe Billy's unnecessary wilful wanting, once again.

"When will it be ready?"

"In the morning. I should drink it when the first sun ray breaks the sky."

Steve sits near the fire and Billy joins him after some time. The fire is getting duller, the potion stops gurgling and is beginning to settle.

Billy is the first to slide into sleep near the dying flames, and Steve is gazing at the bright live coals, listening to night sounds and Billy's even breath, until his own eyelids become heavy and eventually fall.

In the morning, Steve is woken up by Billy's upset voice:

"No, no! I'm two hours late! .. The sun is already high in the sky."

He is pacing around the grey ashes, looking at the sky and fiddling with his necklace

"No, oh no ..! That's all your fault, autumn. I always sleep longer when I'm with you. I can't drink it now. Do you know how long I've searched for these?? How many woods I have wandered through?"

In a swift fit of anger Billy kicks the cauldron. It falls and tips over. Steve's still on the ground, watching the thick substance pour out of it on a patch of green moss.

"I am sorry, Billy, truly. But .. I am of the opinion that you shouldn't have drunk it anyways."

Billy's looking at the spilled potion.

"Baby. You are such a baby sometimes, Billy."

"I'm just sad. So much work for nothing." - Billy sighs and pouts a little.

"It is only .. really, it is only less than half a year. We will meet so soon, in the northern hemisphere. Aren't you excited?"

Billy is shaking his head, slowly and gloomily.

"I don't wanna leave."

Steve gets up, comes close and gently traces his fingers down Billy's arm.

"You are not leaving just yet. We still have time. We have all the time in the world. But when you do go, think of the moment we will meet again. Because it will happen, it is the way the world works."

They are standing amidst the ever-living nature.

"I need to bring back the pot and the basket. I borrowed them from a barn in the village."

"I will help you."

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A couple of days later, on the very last August day, Steve takes Billy to the same clearing and shows him the prettiest gemstone of the most amazing colour, sparkling under the rays of soft morning sunshine, crystallized in the shape of a heart. There's moss and some beautiful exotic flowers growing around it.

"It is so pretty, but I am glad you didn't drink the potion."

"I wonder if it's going to stay here till next season."

"Let's hide it."

Steve takes the gemstone, it's rather big and heavy, and carries it to a hollowed out log near the swamp.

"We can come back next year and see if it is still here. It will be our secret."

August and September are my absolute favourite months, and I'm also stuck on the idea of summer and autumn not wanting to part. Billy especially is having a hard time.

Thank you @akioukun ✨💖 for the 💫 magical au

#harringrove #harringrove seasons au #billy x steve #summer billy x autumn steve #harringrove fic

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yaminobean · 27 days

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CPC X Hazbin Hotel: My Dad, the Devil.

A universe where Leland decides to go for shittest dad of the year and sacrifice his youngest son, Frederick to the devil for power to show up Jack of the Pastel Kingdom. Lucifer immediately senses the daddy issues in Frederick and adopts them. I haven't written this in but Lucifer does grant Leland his wish but he doesn't get to live to enjoy it. Leland dies in the enchanted forest, having slipped and plunged off the cliff around the Pastel Kingdom. His power immediately goes to his wife. I like to think that when he died and arrived in Hell, Lucifer sent him to the deepest pits to be tortured for eternity. The main change that happens with Lucifer is that he makes an effort in dealing with his depression when he takes in Edie. He's let his depression separate him from his family before and he refuses to let it happen again.

Eden "Edie" Morningstar facts

- When Edie first came to Hell, she was a little hesitant around Lucifer and mainly refered to him as Mr. Morningstar or Mr. Scratch.

- It took Edie 6 months before she called Lucifer Dad regularly. She did once when she caught the flu and had a fever. She began to see Lucifer as her parent when the fallen angel stayed with her while she was sick. Edie hated being sick because when she was Frederick, her father rarely visited her and forbade anyone from doing so. When he did, he'd always complain about how often she got sick and how inconvenient it was. Leland also expressed disgust at touching her body and often abstain from touching her when she was sick. So when Lucifer put on light puppet shows to cheer her up and held her as they waited for the medicine to take away her headache, the word just slips out. Luci, of course, almost cries and waited with bated breath for it to happen again.

- Edie's style is heavenly inspired by a more colorful version of Charlie's emo phase.

- Asmodeus helped Edie discover her gender identity when she turned 13. When she came out to Lucifer, the king was more shocked by her name choice than her gender reveal. Memories of the garden still brings in complicated feelings but he's still supported her choice.

- Bee tries to convince Lucifer to enroll Edie in one of hell's academies, more so to give the young ward a chance to make friends. But Lucifer opted for homeschooling instead.

- Edie still likes to read and still likes a good fairytale to curl up with at night. Though when she got older, her interest branched out to true crime and some forensic studies. Her serial killer knowledge often concerns her Dad.

- She calls Beelzebub, Titi Bee and Asmodeus Uncle Ozzy. The only sins she doesn't get along with is Mammon and Paimon. Paimon makes caustic comments and Mammon is a crass and vulgar creep that tries to hug her way too long for comfort and loudly declares himself her uncle. He mainly uses that to extend some form of power over her.

- Satan has never spoken to her and she's honestly terrified of him.

- Edie's health issues actually got better while staying in Hell. When Lucifer learned about her asthma and immune issues, he and the family physician worked to help Edie manage these conditions with potions and magic asthma spray. This actually gives her a sense of control and she does feel less at the mercy of her body. She also has some potions that help her transition.

- Edie is the reason Adam doesn't personally show up to meetings in Hell. This event is know as The Fudge Butt incident.

That's all I got so far. I'll update later with some other aspects that I may or may not write as a fic.

#cursed princess club #fanfic #found family #hazbin hotel #TransFreddie #Edie Morningstar #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #multifandom fanfiction #charlie morningstar #Paimon #helluva boss mammon

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