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sarahmadisonxoxo · 1 year

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This is a drabble from a story that I think I might want to flesh out into more. I have an idea where I could take it. I always really enjoy when stories give bits of the older characters still in high school. Seeing the dynamics play out before they became our beloved fruity four. I’m open to any constructive criticism or suggestions anyone is willing to offer. It was a stupid wish, something so cliché and absurd that she couldn’t even believe it had crossed her mind. There would be no reality with it being true. No one could hear the thoughts spiraling through her mind. Still she continued to kick herself for it. How much easier life would be if she could have just been a boy. What would she be like? Would the lack of experiences she’d had as a woman change her? Morphing her into an almost unrecognizable form. Would she be just like Steve Harrington? A boy who in the eyes of the people of Hawkins could do no wrong. Praised for his mistakes, rewarded for anything that could be argued provided growth to his person. No one seemed immune to his charms. Age was just a number. Sexuality didn’t seem to exist. It was entirely frustrating. An airheaded pretty boy with the world at his fingertips, capable of stranger things than anyone might ever believe. What gave him such power? How did he do it? Command enough favor to leave even the brightest, most bold and independent women swooning. This had nothing to do with her crush on Nancy Wheeler. Crush? Wait no… No, she had no crush on the Queen of Hawkins herself. Robin understood her place in the world, a wallflower that offered the illusion of people. A supposed faithful servant to those who ran the town. Nancy Wheeler. She sat only a space over from Robin in their English class, close enough that Robin could smell her perfume. Warm vanilla. Not the cheap vanilla that Robin could grab a bottle of at Melvalds. - No matter how she knew that information or that she knew Nancy’s signature scent was one of Coco Mademoiselle from the Chanel counter.- She definitely hadn’t considered spending the outrageous price tag on the bottle just so she could drown herself in it at home. So all of this might have been because she liked ms. unattainable. There was no point in admitting it to herself. Nancy was happily making heart eyes at the jerk, Steve, the happy couple going on a year at the end of the month. It was wrong to be so jealous. Not only did she have no shot in hell, but Steve actually seemed to make an effort for his and Nancy’s relationship. There were rumors that he was going to decorate the halls for their big day. Recruiting the art hall to create the decorations that would be hung to broadcast their year together. She was surprised he hadn’t come to recruit the band to play songs to serenade her highness as she graced the hallway Friday morning. Steve had been making his rounds through the school to set up his plans. She swears she even saw him talking to Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson the other day. If involved him, it must have been huge. The King dawning the door of the theater closet where Hellfire was held. Practically unheard of. Eddie had a thing for Steve almost as bad as she had it for Nancy. The two of them never properly spoke, Robin and Eddie, but she could just tell by the way Eddie looked at him. Eddie only dealt with the likes of Tommy Hagan and the rest of Steve’s friends, supplying the goods for their parties, because it earned him the presence of Steve. That cursed Harrington charm… Why couldn’t she just have a little piece of that? Robin loved being a girl for everything except it being the key piece that ensured she’d remain single forever. Girls loving other girls just wasn’t allowed in this holier than thou town. She’d be the town pariah for something she couldn’t control. Cast out to be ridiculed and harassed, disowned from her parents. Wishing she was straight… that she liked men instead of women. It gave her a sour taste in her mouth. Who she was interested in wasn’t the issue. She felt no shame in her sexuality. Sometimes she just wondered how much easier her life would be as a male. Robin knew she wasn’t the problem, but changing herself still felt easier than changing the minds of those around her. She just wanted a chance to live to the fullest extent, and just not feel like she was supposed to be hiding.

#robin buckley #stranger things au #hawkins high #Robin is jealous of Steve #background Stancy #future Ronance #steddie is life #steddie will make an apperance #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #eddie munson #minor tommy hagan #headcannon #drabble

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robin-the-blind-sniper-rifle · 9 months

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This is a sneak peek of the second part of “Blackbird Sin.” I have such a thing for giving Nancy a lot of Daryl’s personality traits and I love the way it’s turning out.

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December 24, 1983

“You know it’s Christmas Eve, right?”

Nancy looked up from where she was cleaning her bolts by their makeshift fire. They had been traveling the woods along the highway for the past ten days, stopping every so often so Jonathan could make sure they were following the right mile markers. Jonathan was sitting across from her, writing down short notes in a small journal.

She raised an eyebrow, adjusting the fletchings at the top so they still kept their direction. “And you know this how?”

He smiled a bit, turning his notebook to show her the inside. Nancy realized it had lines and numbers running up and down the pages. Jonathan let out a sheepish laugh. “I took my mom’s planner the day everything fell apart. I thought keeping up with the days might help us from losing track of time.”

Nancy shook her head, but she was smiling. Jonathan hadn’t mentioned anything about what had happened with the trees, and Nancy was grateful for it. There wasn’t much point in thinking about Barb beyond finding her, and even less of one thinking about the ways she’d messed up.

At least Jonathan understood that.

“Did your mom ever write anything important in it?”

“Other than our birthdays and her shift times, not really. Not much else to follow. I know time really isn’t a construct anymore, but what we can remember is worth it.”

Nancy wasn’t sure how much she agreed with that, but whatever kept Jonathan going was better than him not making it at all. So she humored him.

“What would your mom usually get Will for Christmas?”

Jonathan smiled. “She would go all out. We didn’t have a lot, so I chipped in a bit. We got books. Drawing supplies. Stuff like that.”

She sighed, loading her clean bolts and pulling out her knife to skin the rabbit she’d caught earlier. “Sounds nice.”

“It was.”

They sat in silence for a few moments, the small sparks of their fire jumping and cracking. Nancy laid out the rabbit best she could, pinching its hide and cutting the base of its neck with her knife. She felt a thrill of satisfaction run through her when she managed to slice the feet clean off without taking too much of the legs this time.

Nancy cut off the tail, putting it in her backpack, removing the head next before preparing to bury it. She moved closer to the fire, wanting the burning wood to cover up the smell of any blood that might attract biters. There were two more to finish by the end of the night.

“Now where’d you learn to do that?”

Jonathan was looking at her with curiosity in his eyes.

She glanced up at him. “You’d be surprised what you could find in the library back home. I’m no expert, messed it up a few times before I managed to keep the parts of the meat that are good. But it works for small meals. Easier than carrying venison around or wasting it completely. You want me to teach you?”

He shook his head, and Nancy chuckled at how pale he looked. “I-I’ll pass, thank you.”

She shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

Nancy pulled the fur she’d torn in two directions, pulling towards the rabbit’s rear and its head. The repetitive motion of skinning calmed her anxiety. “So what do you do? What did you learn?”

Jonathan didn’t answer, and when Nancy looked at him, she realized his face was flushed with embarrassment. He fiddled with the edges of his mom’s planner, his eyes distant. “I didn’t really learn anything. I always had a pretty good sense of direction, walking Will places every day.

“I always cooked when my mom wasn’t home, fixed stuff around the house. But I never could kill anything like that. Not after my dad tried to make me shoot a rabbit when I was nine.”

Nancy stopped in her work, the rabbit’s legs popping out of its skin just as Jonathan stopped talking. “Shit. If I’d known I wouldn’t have asked.”

He smiled, shaking his head as he shut the planner and put it in his bag. “It’s fine, Nance. My dad was an ass. He was a fan of guns, and I was a fan of Thumper.”

Nancy huffed as she moved to take out the windpipe. “Well, “Fan of Thumper,” if you’re so inclined to keep that title, you’re more than welcome to starve for the rest of the winter.”

“Ouch, Wheeler. I never said that. But I get it. You’ve got to move on.”

She nodded, but didn’t say anything in response. She didn’t think Jonathan understood, not yet at least. Nancy wasn’t right about everything, but she was right about survival. Plenty of her past choices proved that.

Jonathan would learn. The easy way, or the hard way.

#stranger things #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #future ronance #the walking dead #fanfiction writer

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dufrau · 1 year

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THINKING ABOUT ROBIN IN HER PB&J OUTFIT AGAIN like okay. the world has just about ended??? they are going to nancy’s house to pick up supplies and run them into town??? and she is dressed up in her best little baby butch grampa outfit with a vest and suspenders and her hair is done and she is wearing more makeup than she wore this entire season???

WHY???

she had no way of knowing she would run into vickie. but you know who she DID plan on seeing?

NANCY WHEELER.

ronance confirmed.

#leave me to my delusions #she was so cute in that outfit though #so i mean i dont personally care about vickie but good for robin running into her crush looking all snacky #and if nancy were to see her in that outfit and begin to question everything she thought she had figured out about herself and her future #well #we'll cross that bridge in fanfiction #ronance #robin buckley

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diamancris · 2 years

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the 🍊🍉🍋🍒 fruity 🍒🍋🍉🍊 four

#future stickers!!!#stranger things #my art #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #the fruity four #steddie #ronance

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morganski-19 · 4 months

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Nancy and Robin sulking in the corner at the New Year's party when Argyle walks up to them.

"Why are you dude so sad? It's a party."

Robin sighs. "Nancy and I wanted to kiss at midnight but we can't because no one knows we're dating."

An idea pops into Argyle's mind. "I got you dudes."

He walks away from them before they get a say and goes straight to Steve. "Hey, dude. We're trying to figure out who to kiss at midnight. Eddie said he would kiss you."

"Wait, why?" Steve asks a little confused.

"Robin's going to kiss Nancy because she's a lesbian. And you can't kiss Jonathan because of the history."

Steve makes a face of realization. "Oh true. Ok."

"Cool." Argyle walks over to Eddie. "Steve's going to kiss you at midnight."

Eddie snorts. "If he wanted to he could have just asked." He walks away and finds Steve.

Argyle smiles to himself and walks over to Jonathan last. "Dude, we're going to kiss at midnight."

"We're going to?"

"Yeah," Argyle nods. "Robin and Nancy are kissing for obvious reasons and you can't kiss Steve because of the history. So you would you rather kiss, me or Eddie."

Jonathan shrugs, "Fair point."

The countdown starts and each of the couples pair up. Happy New Year is screamed before the couples kiss each other into the new year. The ones Argyle crafted had just a small kiss, Robin and Nancy being much more into it. He glances over quickly to not put any attention on them, but they're smiling wide.

#love how I implied previous stonathan in this but didn't really mean to #it was supposed to be the weird dislike of each other in the past but i couldn't explain well in this #but now they get to kiss their future/established partners #so yay #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #argyle #jonathan #jargyle #steddie #ronance

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lonesome-witching · 1 year

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I just saw a tik tok that said “what if Nancy was in love with Robin but didn’t realize and after Robin confesses she hesitates which Robin takes badly and she starts operation croissant” and now I’m like what if after Robin leaves Nancy travels through Europe to find the love of her life because she knows she’ll never find someone who she’ll love more

#i will write this #I can’t believe the power they have over me #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #ronance #stranger things #ronance brainrot #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #future fic #possible future fanfic

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conspicuouslygay · 6 months

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Courtesy of @annieofhearts's beautiful mind lol.

#I giggled the whole time #I want an art historian of the future to find this #ronance #ronance fanart

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pacinglikeghosts · 7 months

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ronancetober day nine - free day [romcom au teaser]

By the time Nancy made her way into the quaint bookstore (or was it a record store? A cafe? She truthfully couldn’t tell), her entire body ached and screamed for a chance to kick off her uncomfortable heels and fall asleep for an eternity in her lumpy mattress. The store was the last on her long laundry list of small businesses to see in her first day, and pushing this one shop until tomorrow would make her tight schedule even more of a headache. She just had to get through this interview, and then it was her and the pizza she’d pick up on the way home. She couldn’t wait. “Welcome in,” a masculine voice greeted from across the room, weaving through the aisles of books and cartons of records. “What can we help you with today?” Nancy cleared her throat, inhaling the musty smell of books, coffee, and vinyl. “I’m a reporter from Boston, and I’m writing a piece on small towns and their economies. I was wondering if you would be willing to sit and talk? Or any employee.” From around the corner, a guy around Nancy’s age in a baby blue polo and jeans came to greet her, a smile warm and sunny on his face. “Boston, huh?” he asked, moving some of his hair out of his face. “Long way from home…I’ll go grab Robin. You want anything to drink?” Nancy’s jaw clenched slightly at the comment, fighting back the urge to snap back that he was probably the fourth person to make that remark today. “Black coffee would be great,” she forced out, before settling in at one of the only tables big enough for three people. With a moment to herself, Nancy looked around at the shop, taking in its design and decor. Truthfully, there was no sense of organization; with books stacked in precarious piles across the store and cases of records stored anywhere there was space, and it felt more like a second-hand shop than one full of new releases. Somehow, it added to the charm, though, like all the coziness was packed into the clutter. “Here’s your coffee,” Polo Guy said as he approached the table, a girl their same age in tow. Where Polo Guy was all light colors and bright expressions, this girl was dark tones and soft scowls, only exemplified by her dark jeans, heavy boots and bomber jacket, and thick eyeliner. For some reason, Nancy couldn’t stop staring at her. “Right, sorry. I’m Steve, and this is Robin. We don’t own this place, but we’ve worked here as long as we’ve lived here.” Nancy nodded, grabbing her notepad. “Nancy,” she said curtly. “Shall we?”

#this is a future au of mine #but its set in the fall and i cant stop thinking about it #so yall get a sneak peek #i didnt think id do ronancetober this year but here we are #thanks k #ronancetober #ronancetober 2023 #stranger things #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #ronance #nancy x robin #steve harrington

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3wizemen · 10 months

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when gay marriage is legalized, nancy and robin finally have the wedding they’ve been planning for decades. it takes them forever to decide on the location, but they end up getting married in boston, where they first were able to truly love each other. the whole party attends; steve stands proudly beside robin as her best man, and max, who nancy had grown very close to as the years went on, is nancy’s maid of honor. ted refuses to show up, so hopper gives nancy away. it’s a small wedding, but it is so full of love you’d think it was one of hundreds. there are tearful toasts, drunken dances, and joyful moments galore, and at the end of the night, robin and nancy get into their car and head for the airport for their honeymoon in paris, finally, finally able to call each other wife.

#ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #stranger things #headcanon #future headcanon #god i just love them and they deserve to be married and in love so much

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1-800-badvibes · 2 years

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this is my first time posting anything on this hellsite but i have not been able to get this god forsaken thought out of my head for weeks. i see your "robin is toned from biking as her main source of transportation" headcanon and i raise you: buff nancy wheeler

nancy wheeler, who can and will do anything to protect the people she cares about. nancy wheeler, who stood in front of a speeding car and shot at it with no hesitation. nancy wheeler, who wields a gun with as much proficiency as she does a pen. with how much trauma that girl has after everything, you cannot convince me she wouldn't start working out so that she could be stronger, faster, more capable of saving her friends because it was her plan to use eddie as a distraction and max as bait. in her mind, she's the reason barb died all those years ago, she's the reason why max is in a coma, she's the reason why dustin had to tell eddie's uncle that he died a hero.

she refuses to lose another person because she wasn't good enough, so she makes sure that she will always be strong enough to fight for her friends. for her family. because god damn it she's nancy wheeler and nothing, nothing will take them away from her

#nancy wheeler #ronance #god i love my sweet little disaster child #as a fandom we do not talk about nancy's trauma enough #my girl is STRUGGLING #tagging ronance bc this is for a future au

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corgiplays · 8 months

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So...since a mutual posted on here after a while I decided to post a little thing as well (It's actually like almost 3k words so not that little.)

⚠️gore warning ⚠️

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Moonlight filtered through branches leaving lighting like shapes in the ground. It was a quiet night, nothing moved and not a sound could be heard. But the eerie silence of the night was cut short as a girl ran through the moonlit forest.

Boots crunched against the dead ground as a girl ran through the forest. She was panting hard as she ran making sure to keep her distance from the thing that was chasing her. It was a horrid excuse of a wolf, its snout was peeling back exposed sharp teeth in the skin and while it ran on all fours after her it stood and walked on two legs. And now as its acidic breath was hitting her neck getting closer with each puff, she knew that this forest would be the only one to know of her death.

The things teeth scraped against her neck making jolts of electricity run along her nerves, and with that sensation self preservation kicked in and she moved to the left, moving her neck away from the jaws of the beast and instead having them clamp around her shoulder. Pain licked at her shoulder as she let out a pained scream as a sickening crunch of what had to some bone along her shoulder broke in the beast's jaw. The pain was horrendous and everything in her screamed to stop fighting and let the beast win, but a smaller part that was growing wanted her to fight back, so she did.

She stopped running, the abrupt stop sent the beast past her, letting go of her shoulder so it wouldn’t fall. One thing she didn’t account for was the beast too charge through her, knocking her to the ground and having it’s claws dig into her back. Another scream was ripped from her, this time muffled by the dirt she was laying face down in. But the beast could stop its momentum enough to stay on her and continued forward allowing the teen to turn upright and move away, her one good arm trying to grab anything that would help her fight off the beast.

But the beast was taking its time to slowly stalk over as it walked on two legs, towering over her. The girl backed herself up against a tree, the rough bark digging into her bloody wounds and bringing a whimper from her. This made the beast smirk to the best of its ability as the skin from its mouth hung limply. It moved in bending down to place its deformed hands next to the girl as it’s jaws opened in a snarl, it moved to clamp them around their victim’s throat but something sharp pierced their own throat making them stagger back as a clawed hand reached out to feel something poking out from their throat.

A gurgled roar left their mouth as they tried to swipe at the girl they were chasing only for her to slip through their grasp before their own blood choked them out with no way to get air in their lungs.

The teen stood there panthing as they wiped blood off of their face and spitting out some that landed in her mouth. The beast laid motionless as blood slowly stopped pumping, its heart stopped. She fell to her knees as her legs gave out, exhausted after running for so long with the beast trying to catch her, she closed her eyes letting the adrenaline leave her body. But as she opened them a blue spectral version of the beast stood in front of her.

“Well met hunter.” The spectral beast spoke with its deformed jaw moving like a person’s would. The girl was too tired to fully understand what was going on as the spectral beast walked closer.

“I’m not a hunter, I’m a teenager. My name is Robin and I’m guessing you don’t want to be called a monster or beast.” Robin snarked to the beast who glared in disapproval before morphing into a man with a stag’s skull on his head.

“I am the daedric prince Lord Hircine, and you have hunted down one of my hounds.” Hircine didn’t sound all too sad about Robin just killing his “hound”.

“Aren’t you mad at me or something?” Robin looked at the prince with a confused look as she spoke expecting to be killed for doing such.

“No, you freed her from the corruption, and no matter who won, a hunt took place, where the prey became the hunter. Both metaphorically and physically.” Hircine sounded all too smug for Robin’s liking.

“What do you mean physically?” She stood up on shaky legs trying to get eye level with the prince but finding she needed to look up more, she scowled at him before pain bloomed from her chest and spread like a wildfire through her body.

“I mean, my hound bit you, spreading my blessing and her blood helped to accelerate the speed in which you would transform. So now listen closely hunter…” Hircine crouched down to Robin who was back on her knees as her bones cracked and molded themselves into something new, “I want you to find Kodlak, you will know it is him by the wolf head ring on his hand, and I want you to kill him. Tear him apart if you want, in doing so you will be granted my ring which he has. That will help you control your beast side and help contain your bloodlust. Good hunt, my hound.” With that Hircine disappeared leaving Robin to wither in her pain as her clothes ripped and teared at her body, fur grew to cover her skin while her mouth extended into a wolf’s jaw. Her teeth fell out to make way for sharp fangs to break her gums leaving the metallic taste of blood in her mouth. Each bone broke and put itself back together making her whole body disproportionate as it molded into a bipedal wolf.

Everything was more acute, her eyes, ears, nose, taste, everything around her from the taste of the air to the sound of a sleeping rabbit was so intense. Robin brought her now clawed hands up to her face as it touched her snout. I wasn’t limply handing off like the beast before, instead there were muscles under the rough pads of her hands. Robin didn’t stay long to take in her new body before shouting came from the woods. Faint as it was, her new canine ears picked up the sound and her body moved on auto pilot.

She broke out into a sprint running on all fours as she ran past trees, the dying leaves and moist ground muffling her movements. In no time she found herself in front of a small cabin, Christmas lights flickered inside the house as three different voices now filled with panic instead of anger hushed quietly before stopping completely. Robin moved closer to the house, staying low to the ground while the people inside stopped moving.

She waited, time seemed to slow before a squelching sound, almost like peeling skin mingled with the sound of heavy breathing. The lights were still flicking while the three people inside started to move. The sound of a heavy object hitting flesh and gunshots rang inside the house and a roar just like the one that the beast gave when it cased Robin. She waited until the people inside started to move away before barreling through the door.

The beast turned towards Robin, but it was knocked to the ground as Robin roared in its face. The light continued to flicker, illuminating the monster's face in flashes. Its face was more decomposed than the one that chased her, but it still resembled what she can only think she looks like. The beast's hind legs get under Robin and push her off its claws digging in slightly into her stomach. Robin stumbles back while the monster stands up, a ring glinting on its withered hand.

Kodlak, an almost red hue blanket Robin’s vision as she charged at Kodlak getting a swipe into his upper arm as he moved around her to bite her opposite arm while his swiped arm dug into her torso and rammed her into the wall. Robin let out an enraged growl and bit into the arm that was holding her torso. With a satisfying crunch the skin and bone broke under her powerful jaws and with a quick jerk of her head to the right the arm ripped from the thin skin holding it together. The action made Kodlak let go of her arm and back away to roar in agony.

The people in the house watched in horror as the two monsters fought each other, they didn’t know if they should run or help the more normal looking creature.

Robin growled at the roar and crouched on the ground before launching at Kodlak, locking her jaws around his torso she pushed him up before slamming him onto the coffee table breaking it into pieces under him. She then lets her jaw open before towering over Kodlak, her hands dig into his chest, skin breaks and blackish blood flows from the wounds. Her hands clamp around his ribs while a foot rests on his torso pushing out blood before she pulls on his ribs breaking them from the sternum and spine. Five ribs on each side come out, they clatter to the ground before Robin clamps her snout around his heart, eating it whole. Looking at the arm still attached she carefully takes off the ring on his ring finger and slides it on her middle finger.

Kodlak’s dead and limp body lies in the room, Robin’s golden brown fur is covered in red and blackish blood from herself and Kodlak. A shuffling makes her turn around with a warning rumble from the back of her throat reverberated through the home. scared gray blue eyes stared widely at Robin, a gun leveled with her head.

“Nance, whatever you’re thinking, don't do it.” The pompous haired guy spoke to the girl, her eyes narrowed, but the tremor in her hands holding the gun gave away how she was still scared.

“We don’t know if this…thing-”

“Demogorgon, the kids call it a demogorgon, but it really doesn’t look like one.” The greasy haired one spoke, cutting off the girl, Nance. Nance huffed as she stared at the creature in front of her. Stormy blue eyes clashed to ocean blue, almost like a storm over the ocean, and in that short staring contest Robin relaxed her expression for just a second before baring her teeth back at the teens in front.

That split second was all Nance needed.

She lowered her gun as the two guys looked at each other. Robin looked at the three teens one more time before moving slowly towards the door. Once she left the doorway she ran off into the woods towards her home while the three teens inside watched her run into the forest, the darkness hiding any trace of the beast ever being here.

“So…where are we going to bury this body?” Steve spoke up, his eyes glued to the dead body left in the living room.

“We can burn it.” Jonathan spoke up, glancing at the window one last time.

“Yeah, burning it sounds good.” Steve agreed as the two of them walked into the bedroom they were hiding in to grab the spare gasoline they bought. Nancy stood in the window staring at the spot the wolf monster ran through, she was going to find out who or what that was tonight that saved them, she thought to herself before going to help the boys with burning the body.

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Robin ran and didn’t stop running till she saw her home in the tree line. Her body ached and while the blood from her wounds stopped pouring the pain of having teeth and claws digging into her body all night was still there. She reached her back door and slowly pushed it open, her parents weren't home before everything happened, but she didn’t know if they came back in between the time she was running for her life to her murder of Kodlak. Everything was dark in the house and there was no sound of breathing or a heart beating. A puff of air left Robin as her aching body started to break under her, she wanted to scream but she bit her lip to keep any pained sounds from leaving her body. Once she was back in her normal body, naked and bloody while pink colored wounds popped against her sickly looking skin. She cried, curled up on her hardwood floor, with no energy left to stand up much less clean the blood off her body.

“Get up hunter. There is no point in weeping for a hound that lost his mind.” The spectral Hircine spoke to her as she stayed in the same position curled up on the floor. Hircine huffed at Robin but sat down next to her, his spectral hand gently patted at her back. “I have had many hounds break after their first turn, many had killed more than you have, some killed their own families in the blinding bloodlust that comes with the first turn. And many less had lived to tell the tale that they held my ring in their possession. You are my last hound and hunter, the rest got corrupted and became the monsters that you killed. You did not kill anyone, you freed two of my hounds from the pain they endured. Do not feel bad, many have died by my hunters and hounds, but you not only became my hunter but my hound as well. Now stand up, clean yourself of corrupt blood and sleep.” Hircine’s words sunk into Robin and weighed against her chest, suddenly this daedric prince was putting all his faith into Robin when her own parents didn’t even have a quarter of the faith he had, and Robin really didn’t want anyone else to be disappointed in her.

She stood up, legs shaky and sore as they supported her body weight, Hircine stayed close to her all the way to her room to grab her towel and sleepwear before following her to the bathroom. He stood outside the whole time Robin sat in the shower letting the water run over her body as red and brown water swirled down the drain. She did end up scrubbing her body down from any blood or dirt still left on her skin and washed her hair from the same concoction of blood and grime. She looked in the mirror, her hair hung loosely around her sunken face, dark purple bruises clung to the bottom of her eyes, pink scarred teeth marks covered her right shoulder and left forearm while pink scarred claw marks raised the skin of her torso and most likely her back and looking in the mirror Robin couldn’t tell if it was really her looking back at her. She left the bathroom with a clean body covered in soft green flannel pants and a black t-shirt with the minty taste of her toothpaste clinging to her mouth as Hircine led her to her room.

Robin slid under the covers but her eyes stayed open. Everything felt like too much for her, the sounds of the forest, the humm of the lamp posts outside of her home, the smell of her parents while as stale as it was clung to the air. It wasn’t until her bed dipped to her left and a surprisingly warm hand started to run through her hair that her eyes started to droop before closing completely.

Even breaths and a steady heartbeat were the only sounds in the room as Hircine sat next to his hound. She was not his youngest hound to ever shift but she was the first to have never heard of him before. He knew he would have to teach her, she did not have a pack to guide her, he could sense the loneliness of the den his hound sees as home; but it was not a home in his eyes. Hircine’s spectral body started to drift away as he said “Sleep well hunter.”

#ronance #werewolf robin buckley #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #jonathan byers #the romance in aiming a gun at your future girlfriend #idk why gore is so much fun to write #also i had to google if you can kill someone with a stick so...#i'm back bitches

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