My Vibes

• The Weeping Monk -> Cursed

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Feelings for a Fey -> 6/10 parts available

• Francesco Pazzi -> Medici

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It takes a village to scheme a marriage -> One shot

• Billy Hargrove -> Stranger things

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80s Alpha -> kind of one shot that could possibly turn into a series

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Billy Hargrove x Female reader fusion fic

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Author’s note: I do not own stranger things nor do I own teen wolf this is just my idea of if the stranger things characters had the plot of teen wolf and this is a billy centric fic. Did someone say 80s highschool with werewolves?? yeah hope you enjoy.

Warnings: Mention of a dead body, werewolf transformation process disguised as some kind of panic attack, brief hints towards abuse blink and you’ll probably miss it. (Awful writing and swearing is heavily featured throughout.)

Summary: Steve Harrington who is currently staying with a certain chief overhears an interesting call and drags his best friend Billy Hargrove into the woods. Little did Billy know that his life would change forever.

Based on teen wolf season one episode one Wolf Moon

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Billy grunted with his face flushed and breath heavy, as he tried to take a puff out of the cigarette haphazardly tucked between his lips. His eyes remain locked forwards as he continues to tug ruthlessly at the dense weights. He fails to tune into the music that’s blasting through the bedroom, the noise replaced with the sound of relentless pounding humming in his ears while boiling blood pulses through his body. With one last huff of frustration he lets the metal go clanging to the floor as the workout is finally over.

He stumbles up towards his mirror examining the newest cut that was slashed across his cheekbone not only five minutes ago. Crushing his cigarette into the wood he chuckles darkly “y/n is going to have a bitch fit tomorrow.” oddly that thought eases the tension he’s been holding. He knows she only chews him out because she's concerned it’s actually more comforting rather than bitchy not that he would admit it to anyone. A sudden smack at the window has Billy whipping his head round with a glare.

Just as he’s about to take a confident step forward to most likely kill the thing outside, his best friend comes falling face first onto the floor. “Seriously Harrington? I know you were dropped on your head a lot but that doesn’t mean you should just do it for kicks.” Billy hisses already increasingly annoyed by Steve’s presence. “ haha asshole my foot got caught. Such great hospitality you have.” Steve replies bouncing up off the floor “Why is your face messed up? Oh I get it when you workout it’s intense.” he deduces making a face at the weights.

“Anyway I’m here for a reason I heard Hopper talking about a body in the woods.” Steve rambles while Billy stares at him bewildered “Wait, unless you did the murder I don’t see what this has to do with us?” he interrupts “If one of us was a murderer it would definitely be you and I think we should go find it.” Steve announces proudly “No.” Billy immediately responds bored “Yes what else can we do on a Sunday night? plus this information is my only perk of staying with the chief. Y/n is also waiting for us in the car.” Steve adds smugly.

Billy outright scoffs at the last statement “Bullshit. One she wouldn’t wait in the car, two you would have sent her up here to convince me to go and three you’ve tried this bluff before.” he grouches ashamed that he even fell for it the first time. “Damn it.” Steve sighs “oh come on how bad can it be? The worst is we don’t find anything and go back to our houses.” No the worst is if his dad finds out and gives him hell for it, Billy’s mind supplies helpfully but he couldn’t exactly voice that opinion so “Fine.” Is what comes out his mouth instead.

“I already regret listening to you.” Billy states as him and Steve tredge through the mud. Billy shakes his head throwing a look of disgust Steve’s way “ And a mutilated body is just a darling addition to this.” He smirks dramatically sweeping his hands in gesture for effect. “So what’s the situation of you living with the chief? Because it sounds…” Billy trails off raising his eyebrows, Steve’s eyes go wide and an affronted look sweeps across his features “What is wrong with you? You’re twisted man.”

Steve scans the woods with his flashlight, under the gaze of the beam all he can see is trodden down leaves in an array of autumn colours that look dulled by the dark sky and sharp looking twigs that stick out at every turn among the thick dark trunks. No body. “My parents are away on business, it might take a while. Hopper was afraid of child neglect yada yada yada long story short I stay with him or at the very least check in once a week.” Steve mutters as he screwtinized the forest.

Billy shifts from foot to foot plucking at his leather jacket trying to escape the slight chill in the air. Of course you can’t leave the little rich boy to fend for himself that would be criminal, he rolls his eyes at the thought. He stifles his every impulse to voice his opinion and bites his lip instead letting the anger run through his veins. Twitching uncomfortably he allows the anger to subside, after all there is a body around and possibly a murderer he didn’t need to be at Steve’s throat right now “There are worse places to live.” He shrugs appearing unbothered.

“Yeah it’s still a - Woah!” Steve exclaims as his feet skid upon the leaves, Billy hides behind a tree trunk grasping at the rough bark to steady himself. “Oh hey Hopper how’s it going?” Steve voices a little loudly hoping Billy will get the hint. “Really kid? Who have you roped in to assist you in your incredibly stupid plan? Y/n? Billy? Both?” Hopper quizzes as he scans his flashlight over the surroundings. “Nope just me by myself.” Steve assures and Hopper laughs “Yeah right. Well we are going to have a nice talk called why you should respect the chief.” He claps Steve’s shoulder “Think you can handle the search without me Callahan?” The officer nods in response as Hopper leads Steve away.

Billy waits for the footsteps to disperse before he tilts his head round to check it’s clear. He sighs a little in relief before the realisation hits him. Oh fuck. They came in Steve’s car so that means he’s walking home. It’s decided he’s definitely killing Steve tomorrow. Billy begins to slog his way back through the woods cursing Steve repeatedly when out of nowhere a flock of birds come descending down knocking Billy to the ground. “What the ...?” He gasps breathlessly as he scrambles to take cover.

He scrambled behind a log sprawling himself across the hard ground. Panting he turns himself away from the log to come eye to eye with a dead girl. “Christ!” He shouts instinctively clutching onto his st. Christopher pendant. Her eyes were milky and glazed, her short red hair was streaked with a mix of dirt and blood, her glasses were shattered beneath her cold pale hand and her guts were spilling out as her body had been practically torn in two. This poor girl had been slaughtered.

Half standing with a face filled with shock before Billy could even think to move a dark figure lunged itself at him. The creature tackled Billy to the ground, Billy fought to drag his body away from the thing when a fierce pain flared through his side. Billy let out a shout of agony before he managed to scramble out of the beast's grip. Fleeing Billy ran as fast as he could, his body felt numb as he continued to race out of the woods. Stopping at the side of the road to catch his breath, Billy lifted his shirt to find a bloody mess he winced a little at the sight, the walk home was going to be a long one.

Billy’s feet ached as he stumbled up the stone steps towards his house. The home was in complete darkness, the pristine white porch door was locked tight keeping the world at bay. The view made him feel sick inside. A perfect suburban home for the perfect American family. If Billy had the energy he would have kicked the mailbox over. Climbing round the back he lifted himself through his window tumbling into the darkness. Sighing, he flicks the light on in the bathroom and strips off his clothes “It fucking bit me.” He groans as he cleans the wound before wrapping it up. He examines his half assed attempt tiredly and decides bed might be the best healer. As soon as his head hits the pillow he blacks out.

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Billy slips back into consciousness to the incessant ringing of the alarm clock, the piercing shriek wailing in his ears. Grumbling he attempts to shove at the alarm causing it to go flying to the floor with a crash. He didn’t hit it that hard did he? Just great Billy chides himself.

Turning on the tap he splashes cool water onto his face, Billy blearily looks at his reflection squinting in disbelief. He looked great? that wasn’t unusual with his dirty blonde curls, gorgeous blue eyes and tanned skin but there was no swollen cut on his cheekbone. It’s possible that he was mistaken it may have just been a superficial cut but he was pretty good at telling the difference. He was sure that one would last at least a couple of days. Fucking freaky.

Snapping out of his trance Billy shouts “Max! if you’re not in the car in fifteen minutes you're skating to school.” The response he got was the thud of her shoe smacking his bedroom door in protest along with her own small shout of profanity, he had to laugh a little at that. “See everything is normal.” He encouraged himself.

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Hawkins high school. A stuffy little bricked building filled to the brim with a bunch of preppy assholes, Billy thought as he pulled into the parking lot with a hum of his sleek camaro, grinning fiercely. Max rolled her eyes at her step brother's blatant obnoxious display. As soon as the motor stops she pushes the door open with a “Later dirtbag.” Skating off to the middle school.

Billy strides over spotting Steve at the side of the school's entrance, who nods his head as a sign of acknowledgment. “Hey Buddy.” Billy greets smiling falsely. “Uh hey?” Steve questions with a mistrustful glance. Grabbing fistfuls of Steve’s shirt Billy hauls him up throwing him against the brick wall. “I am going to kill you. The next body in those woods is going to be yours. What’s the worst that can happen? What’s the worst that can happen? After you left I found the body oh! And got attacked by some creature! That’s the worst that could happen.” Billy mocks digging him harder into the stone.

“In my defence that scenario never came into my head when I hatched the plan.” Steve argued weakly “It’s cool that you found the body though I’m sorry I missed it well kind of, what attacked you?” He queries, pretty fascinated with the outcome. Billy drops him clenching his fists slightly “I have no clue! I guess if I had to say it reminded me of something kinda like a wolf? The thing was huge.” Billy admits still a little freaked over the events of last night.

“Are there even wolves in this area?” Steve questions, causing Billy to bite his tongue to refrain himself from getting into another stupid fight. From the corner of his eye Billy notices Y/n walking towards them, his eyes roam a little lower as he appreciates her outfit before flicking his eyes back to her face “If it isn’t y/n l/n the best thing to happen to this town. Hey gorgeous.” He finishes with a genuine teeth whitening smile. Y/n laughs as she ambles up to join them. “Thanks for the high praise Hargrove. How are you boys?” She asks adding a little mock courtesy to heighten her gratitude.

“Actually y/n I’m inclined to agree with him.” Steve smiles, taking both Billy and y/n by surprise. Billy narrows his eyes looking over at Steve. “Alright spit it out what do you want?” Y/n demands knowingly.

“Can’t one friend just agree with another friend's opinion?” Steve feigns innocence. Both Billy and Y/n raise an eyebrow, Billy with his arms crossed and y/n with her lips pursed.

“Ok fine I need your advice on how I should ask Nancy out.” He relents running a hand through his infamous hair. “Why didn’t you just ask Billy?” Y/n points out. Steve bursts out laughing “Ha yeah no he’ll set me up for failure.”

“Lung failure maybe..” Billy adds thoughtfully. Y/n sighs “It's too early for this! Nancy’s in our first class so come on let’s go.” She pushed both the boys towards the door, Billy turns around invading her personal space. Smirking at her smaller frame he leans down “You know I like when you take control.” He whispers winking. With a groan y/n lightly shoves him again making Billy smirk.

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Billy shifts about in the small wooden desk already dreading the lesson ahead, was he in English or History? Ultimately he decides it doesn’t really matter because both subjects suck. His attention drifts to y/n’s figure in front of him. Yeah there was no way he was getting anything done in this class. “I’m telling you just ask her out! Girls tend to like when you do that.” Y/n stresses to an anxious Steve. “Yeah but what if…” Steve begins as Billy soon picks up on another voice. Nancy’s voice to be particular, Billy sits up a little in confusion she wasn’t in her seat beside y/n. He glances around the classroom when out of the window he sees Nancy talking to Johnathan of all people?

He probably would have listened into the conversation. If he wasn’t so highly alarmed about the fact that he can fucking hear them from here. Billy’s mind whirls at the prospect, there’s glass and a pretty solid distance between the two of them and this classroom. What the hell is happening? Alright this definitely isn’t normal, a panic rises through Billy’s chest. Oh god am I having an attack of some kind? Is this some kind of fit? Am I going to die because of a fucking infection? Damn It I knew I shouldn’t have half assed cleaning the wound.

Billy’s heart pounds as he trails Nancy’s movements to the classroom unaware of his friends' reactions. Y/n and Steve share a concerned look at their friends sudden change in appearance. Sweat was forming on his forehead, his face was tinted red but his expression was stone cold “Billy?” Y/n reaches for his arm. Billy lurches out of his chair “I’m going for a smoke.” He snaps brushing past a watchful Nancy. “I’ll go with him.” Y/n assures as she follows Billy out into the hallway.

Y/n observes Billy who’s back is hunched pressed up against one of the lockers with his eyes shut. Strands of damp curls cover his forehead as he fiddles with the cigarette in his hand. “Mind if I sit?” Y/n falters slightly, shifting the weight of her feet. With the tiniest shake of his head he opens his clear blue eyes waiting as she sits facing towards him, slightly twisting one of the rings on her fingers. “I heard that when you get an overwhelming feeling or thought that it’s good to focus on a specific thing. Like an object, sound or person. Do you mind if I touch you?” She questions unsurely.

“You can touch me anytime you like.” He replies suggestively as she takes one of his big palms and rests it on her knee, she lightly traces her finger over his skin “Try to focus on my finger, at the patterns it makes, the feeling of it, the ridiculous state of my nail polish whatever helps.” She repeats calmly as she draws random patterns over his palm. Billy examines her movements guessing the slow soothing patterns each time, feeling more relaxed by her touch. His mind couldn’t help but eventually drift to thoughts of her. Like how she manages to support him every time he needs it, how she subtly tries to help her friends actually learn things in lessons and how there is so much more to her than people realise. They sit like this in silence, Billy wrapped up in his thoughts with the ghost of her touch in the back of his mind until he swears that he’s calm and okay.

“How’d you know I wouldn’t bite your head off?” He demonstrates a feral grin jokingly, she smiles sheepishly offering a small shrug “Because you weren’t angry. You can’t hide your anger, it's always written across your face but whatever this was it made you close off completely.” She reasons “And you would never bite my head off anyway because then you’d be stuck with Steve as your only friend.” She finishes with a bright smile, Billy shoves into her with his shoulder “That would be a thing of nightmares. Now let’s actually go for a smoke before gym.”

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As Billy steps into the gym he couldn’t help but feel a lot less stressed. He didn’t know if it was the cigarette, y/n’s reassuring conversations or because it was his best class next. All three made him feel pretty confident. So what if he can hear unusually far? Ultimately it hasn’t killed him so he’s decided he’s okay with it. As he walks onto the court he can’t help glancing over at the benches where y/n sat, his jacket sprawled across her lap, chewing on her lip with her magazine in hand, ready in case she thought the game got too long.

He licked his lips, throwing her a quick wink before focusing back on the court. As Steve stepped up to centre, Billy loomed over him with a haughty leer. As soon as the game began it was practically over, Billy grabbed the ball, dribbled it past everyone quick as lightning and shot it into the hoop. No one could touch him; he was an unstoppable force on the court. He was knocking people over left, right and centre, Billy continued to dominate until the coach eventually relented and blew the whistle.

Billy finally stopped to see the bewilderment on the opposing teammates' faces as they stood back up, Steve looked slightly panicked and the coach just looked plain exasperated. Blinking a little dumbly he checked y/n’s reaction whose mouth was open in shock. “What?” He voiced aloud looking round the room.

“What the hell was that!” Steve practically shouts in his ear pushing him towards the locker room. “You just thrashed everyone across that court, did that attack give you some super powers or some shit?” Steve blathers sputtering awkwardly. “It’s probably just left over adrenaline? I don’t know and I don’t really care it felt insanely good” Billy defends, sitting down on one of the benches.

Before Steve could reply Tommy bounces into the locker room laughing loudly “What did y/n finally put out or something? She must be a great lay if that performance was anything to go by” he taunts. Looking up Billy squints at Tommy, his temper flaring he lets out a snarl ready to pummel the bastard into the ground when Steve rams Tommy into the lockers. Billy stares in surprise as Steve straightens himself up “Better me than him.” He mumbles pointing his thumb over in Billy’s direction, he turns around leaving Tommy crumpled on the floor groaning.

Billy smirked wildly, yeah Steve could be a really good friend sometimes. He stands up and pats Steve shoulder in an unspoken thanks, he then proceeds to glare at Tommy’s fragile form. Tommy stood up spitting in their direction before walking away from them, he definitely knew better than to try take Billy on in such a confined area.

Preparing for the showers Billy rips off his bandage to clean his wound “I’m going insane.” Billy chokes out as he examines his chest, the bite has completely healed. Steve frowns “I thought you got bit?” Billy growls in frustration “I did but it’s healed! I swear it fucking bit me.” Steve sniggers “You know what that means you must be a werewolf.” Billy swats a towel at him but unfortunately he ducks “Forget it alright! let’s just hurry up the smell in here is unbearable today.” He grinds out walking towards the showers.

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“Hey y/n are there any wolves in California?” Steve blurts as they walk out of the changing room. Billy digs him in the shoulder giving him a flat look. Y/n stops filing her nails looking up with a questioning look “I’m not the most reliable source in fact I’m kind of an airhead... but no I’m pretty sure wolves aren’t located in California.” She continues to file her nails before halting her actions once again “If you wanted to see some wolves you would probably have to take a road trip to Montana, a small wolf population has reappeared there apparently.” She hums pointing her nail file theatrically.

Billy couldn’t help but smile while she spoke, god she was way too smart for us. He didn’t know how she could retain so much information and look so good doing it, she truly was a blessing. He hates that she has to dumb herself down for everyone else. Tommy came out of the changing room halfway through her explanation gawking at her judgmentally “Got a problem dickweed?” Y/n huffs boredly, Tommy glanced at Billy and decided against it, he left with a scoff.

Billy hears footsteps approaching them before Nancy comes into view, waving half heartedly at y/n before pulling her books closer to her chest. “Hey Steve I was wondering if you wanted to go study at mine?” She asks, drumming her fingers on her books somewhat nervously. Steve smiles a little goofily as y/n gives him a quick thumbs up. “Yeah! Yeah sure we can go now, catch you guys later.” Steve waves them off following Nancy to the parking lot.

Billy moves closer towards y/n “Well it’s just the two of us now, how about we go back to mine?” He grins hooking his arm around her. She nods chucking her file back into her bag “Sure that means I get to hang out with Max and mock you mercilessly.” He squeezes her side a little at the fake insult causing her to laugh. “Oh so you just use me for my pretty face and a ride home nice to know.” He tuts, staring down at her face as they exit the high school.

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“Would you stop moving your feet around like a madwoman, you're going to kick me in the face.” Billy states as he clamped his hand over her foot for the second time in ten minutes, y/n throws him a bitch face from where she was laying at the end of his bed. Sighing, she sits up twisting around and lays her head on his lap instead “Are you happy now?” He nods approvingly “So much better.” He reassures as he starts carding his fingers through her hair.

“Are you going to Carol’s party tonight? Because if you are I was thinking maybe we could go together…” she tapers off, twisting her finger through the ends of his curls. Billy’s face softens at her suggestion. This was a big thing for her, many times he has asked her out and she always declined, scared about being another number. She was finally trusting him! he wasn’t going to screw this up. “I’ll pick you up at nine.” He promises planting a swift kiss to her forehead. Y/n pulls the textbook up to her chest to keep their cover of studying “I swear Billy if you ditch me for another girl I will castrate you, you’ve been given a fair warning.” She flips the page “Ooh! this is actually pretty easy…” Billy rolls his eyes as she actually starts to explain the topic, yeah he wasn’t going to give this up not for anything.

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Meanwhile…

“What is it you wanted to study for again?” Steve quizzes looking at the stack of leather bound books on the kitchen table. Lifting one of the largest books open Nancy begins to scan its contents “We are going to find out what is wrong with Billy Hargrove.” Steve almost falls backwards at her statement “So you can find out? that, that’s.. that’s great.” He sits down next to her looking at the ancient pictures.

“Woah is that a wolf?” Steve asks, pointing to the red eyed creature on the page. Nancy nods “kinda it’s more like a werewolf” she supplies bluntly “You said he was hearing and smelling things he shouldn’t be able to right? And he showed some super strength and speed during that basketball game and all this happened after a bite by a wolf?” Steve went oddly pale at the suggestion.

“You don’t seriously think he’s a werewolf? how would that even be possible? There’s no such thing.” Nancy slowly took Steve’s hand in her own “Let me tell you about my family we come from a big line of hunters, hunters protect humans from dangerous creatures like werewolves. Obviously we don’t do it anymore and it was mainly back in the sixteenth century, our line is pretty much retired but there are others who still hunt and if you remotely believe anything I am saying then Billy might be in real danger. You know something about him doesn’t add up and this is filling all the gaps.”

Steve started reading the page, his gut twisting and wrenching as he devoured the information “So you’re telling me Billy Hargrove the guy who already thinks about committing homicide at least twice a day will have an increasing urge to kill. And active hunters could potentially hunt him down and kill him.” Steve looks at Nancy desperately who winces in confirmation “Not to mention it’s a full moon tonight.” she adds unhelpfully “Well Fuck.”

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This is just a bunch of scenes but I do hope you enjoyed it. I always appreciate comments so let me know what you think, should I make this a series? :) (I know my track record with series isn’t great right now so bare with.)

Also if you’re interested in some contexts blab feel free to read these:

- As Billy is still in California he hasn’t lost everything like he did in stranger things which is why he’s a toned down asshole.

- As Steve and Billy grew up together I think Steve would of allowed Billy to be “king” or whatever so they formed a friendship instead of being rivals.

- Reader in this is kind of a popular valley girl that’s how she runs in the same circle as Billy and Steve. Billy thought she was another vapid bitch until he got to know her and ended up really liking her. Like really really liking her :) you get it.

- Nancy is in the same situation as season 1 stranger things basically, Steve has an interest in her, she’s on the outskirts of popular, but she’s kind of drawn to Johnathan.

Hi! Basically as you know I have mostly stuck to the canon season one of cursed. But for chapter seven I have an opportunity to slightly change it.

Would you guys rather me stick to the canon plot or have reader save Dof as she is a healer?