#ronance vampire au

[mosquito-queen]

nancy is doing something with her hands that she shouldn’t be. it’s usually the other way around. it’s usually robin fishing her fingers through slightly open drawers, running her hands across fabrics, across chain link, hooking her index into nancy’s belt loop and dragging her forward.

nancy’s hands are always doing something they should. they’re always cold, calculating, indented with fang marks. they’re always smoothing the tops of her legs, always meticulously scrubbed and filed, always a murder weapon in an evidence bag. never touching robin.

except they are now. robin is backed into a chair like a trapped dog, her teeth are bared and nancy is threatening her with makeup. “hold still, buckley.” the vampire is losing patience. they’re going to be late. robin bites: “make me.”

and nancy doesn’t hesitate. she fills the entire space around robin, sinking into the hunter’s lap. she bookends the taller girl against the chair, her weight settling flush against her body. in the stunned silence, nancy grabs robin’s face with her free hand, pressing her fingers into the flesh until robin gives. she swipes her thumb across the lower lip, which parts on instinct, and quickly sneaks the lipstick across.

the vampire practically purrs as she examines her handiwork: “now, that wasn’t so hard… was it?”

[snowangeldotmp3]

ronance with max for song ask PLS!!!

okay so this isn't a ronance song in particular but it is a spooky sounding song (that's also sung by ryan gosling, so.)

so what im thinking is;

hawkins is now a spooky little town in the pacific northwest. weird shit happens. robin and max are new there, or maybe they do some investigating there--they're both horror fanatics, so maybe it's like a dark tourism thing--and they soon find out there's more to hawkins than they originally thought. i'm leaning towards vampires. and nancy being a vampire. (maybe robin is a slayer and max is her protégé...) but this song in particular gives "we just moved to the creepy town" vibes. NOT a twilight au because i havent seen twilight, but i am getting vampires in a small town + new move + That baseball scene from twilight but tweaked a lil (it's the only thing i know from twilight). but have some of max trying to convince rob that nancy is a vampire:

“you mean you don’t think it’s weird you’ve only ever seen her at night?” max asks, voice dripping in skepticism.

robin shrugs. “nancy works during the day. she's a working woman. a modern woman.”

“she’s a bloodsucker, rob.”

“she is not!” robin defends. max rolls her eyes. “i think i’d know if she was a vampire, max.”

max hums, grabbing the controller and going back to her game. “i’m not sure you would.”

send me a 🔀 and a pairing, and i'll shuffle my playlist and make an au for the first song that comes up.

[sijssjsbssjsnsnnskbskwns]

Ronance X Reader (Robin Buckley X Nancy Wheeler) ideas for you!

ROBIN BUCKLEY X NANCY WHEELER X READER

Ronance X Escape Lab!Reader (You have scarlet witch powers but purple not red)

Ronance X Vampire!Reader (inspired by Abigail from Abigail 2024)

Ronance X Siren!Reader

Ronance X Demon!Reader

Ronance X Succubus!Reader

Ronance X Werewolf!Reader

Ronance X Lesbian!Reader

Ronance X Russian!Reader

Ronance X Scarlet Witch!Reader

Ronance X Sapphire Witch!Reader (Scarlet witch powers but dark blue)

Ronance X Daki!Reader

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Ronance X Dragon!Reader (inspired by Siveth from DragonHeart: Vengeance)

Ronance X Famous!Singer!Reader

Ronance X Harley Quinn!Reader

Ronance X British!Reader

Ronance X Blind!Reader (inspired by toph beifong from avatar: the last airbender)

Ronance X Mute!Reader

Ronance X Enchantress!Reader

Ronance X Ahmanet!Reader

Ronance X Cryokinesis!Reader

Ronance X Telekinesis!Reader

Ronance X Hydrokinesis!Reader (inspired by Aang from the last Airbender)

Ronance X Ashnikko!Reader

Ronance X Yandere!Reader

Ronance X Chorokinesis!Reader

Ronance X Airbender!Reader (you basically have Aang’s powers from the last airbender)

Ronance X Wednesday!Reader (inspired by the Jenna Ortega version)

Ronance X Electrokinesis!Reader

Ronance X Deaf!Reader

Ronance X Tourettes!Reader

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Ronance X Maleficent!Reader

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Ronance X Transgender!Reader

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(A/N: Hello! Hope you love this if you wanna see more then go ahead and see more of my posts hope they inspire you just like this one hopefully did your welcome!)

[chaosangelmp3]

and if me and @hellsfireclub said… vampire nancy and supergirl robin..

[pluttskutt]

Eddie just wants to find the dragon in the caves beneath Old Town and Robin dreams of having a dragon as her familiar so she tries to help but they can't find the way down there and Nancy isn't much help because she keeps insisting there are no caves beneath Old Town.

They keep searching tho and they end up meeting the werewolves alone, but it's not the whole pack so they get out just fine thanks to Robin's teleportation spell. I mean, if you count Eddie's gaping wound on his thigh from being ripped open fine but he heals fast so yeah it's fine.

Nancy doesn't like the news of werewolves and vanishes to check in with her kin what drew them there, not knowing that the pack is chasing Eddie.

He crosses the bridge to the city and visits a bar. Laiswall is fine with many alternative options to consume blood but the city offers far more. His first stop is a club owned by a rather famous vampire.

All it takes is one sniff and he knows that Steve is there. Why a human would be insane enough to hang around vampires he'd never understand, but he finds him quickly and forces him out of there before a pair of red eyes enthralls him and sucks him dry.

Steve is just about to scold him when the werewolves ambush them. This time, their Alpha is with them and the battle is far from fair. Vampires from the club rush out to help but Eddie gets bit in the fight and that seals his doom.

Werewolf bites are deadly to vampires, a relic of old from when they were nothing but soulless husks tearing into humans. The werewolves were protectors then, wolves stalking the dark to rid the world of the bloodsucking creations.

The one that bit Eddie isn't werewolf by blood but he's deadly still; it just takes longer and drags out the torture. How long he's got is unknown but Robin tries to find a spell to help and even calls for Nancy but the fairy is still with her kin.

So, Steve does the only rational thing one can do in these situations.

He calls upon the Goddess of Death.

AKA, mum.

[fastcardotmp3]

“I was so careful with you,” she murmurs, almost quiet enough that it feels as though it wasn't meant for Robin's ears at all. Quiet enough, even that Robin feels herself straining to listen past the muffled flow of cars and people and life just beyond this alley. “You don't have to be,” she says, even if she's not supposed to, because it feels important. “I'm not fragile.”  » Ronance // Rated M // Vampire!Nancy // 2.4k » podfic & cover art by @n0connections 💜 » Febuwhump #8: "Who did this to you?" & Came Back Wrong » Febuwhump Masterlist

read (and listen) on ao3 // preview under the cut

There’s a regular at the bar where Robin works. A girl. Woman, actually, is a better fit in every conceivable way. 

There’s a woman who regularly comes to the bar where Robin works. 

She orders a vodka soda and sits at the bar, chats with Robin the whole night through, and leaves three hours later with a hefty tip tucked under a still-full glass. 

She’s immaculate. Mysterious. Beautiful.

Or at least at first it was only that, this sort of baffling level of oh my god her eyes sparkle when she smiles at me that Robin has definitely felt before in what Steve considers to be her numerous and unending crushes, but Robin knows is just an inevitable eventuality when there are so many beautiful and handsome women walking around every day. 

As if Robin’s supposed to just ignore that? Please. 

The thing is, though, the woman at the bar? The woman who goes by the name of Nancy and always pays in cash and never, not once, has taken a sip of her drink? 

She’s funny too. She’s witty, even. 

She holds a conversation with Robin so intriguing and gripping that Robin’s gotten reprimanded by the other regulars for ignoring them on more than one occasion. 

She makes Robin feel giddy like she's back in high school and Tammy Thompson is asking to borrow a pencil instead of twenty-seven years old working behind the bar at one of the dingier holes-in-the-wall in Chicago. 

The way she crafts a story has Robin leaning forward, elbow on bar and chin in hand, eyes all big and smile dopey and stupid, because she doesn't want to miss a single syllable of it, doesn't want to miss a moment of this woman's attention on her because it feels like a gift. It feels like an honor. 

It feels, at the end of the night, like such a fleeting and impossible thing. Because that's what happens isn't it, at the end of every night? 

Nancy leaves her tip of crisp bills and says goodbye and then steps away from the bar and finds someone else to take home within the following ten minutes. 

She takes someone home with her every time she comes in and that person is never, not once, Robin Buckley.

[padme789]

This story is rated M

VAMPYR - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - Not finished

Chapter 13 "Conspiracies and Their Theories" Excerpt: Nancy squinted. She did look pretty. The blonde held a book while another cupped a hand to her ear with a smirk on her cheeks.

“Who’s the other one?”

“Tammy. That’s just Tammy.” Robin tugged at the untangled ends of her hair. “Can we move on, please? We know what Vickie was doing. She was watching us. Stalking….” She gestured to Nancy, her brother, and mother. “She’s not in Hawkins anymore. Can we move on?”

---

“I said stay put!”

The group froze.

“You heard that, right? Like she was right next to my ear. Is she in our heads?”

“Does it matter? Robin obviously needs help.” The boys started their run.

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The brunette inhaled as her back touched the cool paint-covered metal of a car hood. The blonde lying her softly atop the Dodge Charger. Lips met slow and frantic, Robin’s hands gripped hips. Her thumbs curling into jean belt loops. Nancy’s fingers snaked through blonde hair, tugging, nails scraping delicately at scalp.

The vampire moaned, her middle hovering over the brunette. Nancy pulled Robin in, her calves locking around a leg and inviting in a thigh. The blonde pressed forward pants, rubbing into pants. She nipped and pecked along a jawline. Deeply inhaling into the brunette’s ear.

[lavenderlevetan]

you guys are never going to believe it but

[ronanceisintheair]

Thinking about werewolf!Robin bolting upright in the middle of the night; waking up Nancy who was asleep beside her.

"Robbie please, not now" Nancy mumbles voice rasped by sleep, she blindly reaches for Robin. Running her nails up and down Robin's back, trying to calm her down.

But it's too late, Robin starts growling at the window, and Nancy knows it won't stop unless she goes to check it out herself.

"You know you could open the window yourself my love," Nancy is already getting out of bed though, and as soon as the window is open Robin is out in a flurry. Transforming before she even hits the ground.

Nancy drapes the blanket she keeps folded on her window bench around herself, and gets comf by the window.

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

Wait okay I’m thinking about Little Red Riding Max + Ronance again

What if Max is a vampire? The red cloak protects her from the sun

And her connection with Robin is strengthened by this. They see each other and it’s this instinctual “oh, you’re like me” moment. They bond over being monsters

Robin becomes Max’s protector, especially when Nancy comes looking for werewolves—she conveniently leaves out that her “little sister” is a vampire

Max sneaking lunch into the woods to share with Robin while she occasionally finds something else to feed from like a rabbit or a deer if she can catch it

I’m really vibing with Robin just being a lil hermit in the woods. She has a little cabin, but no one is invited ever because it’s covered in dog hair and scratches with no animal to explain it. Max is the first after a bad night at home, maybe a fight with Billy, she just shows up and Robin takes her in for the night

Robin giving Max piggyback rides >>>

Robin and Max racing and arguing over whether werewolves or vampires have better speed/strength

Nancy being new to hunting but also being the only person willing to find what took Barb, so she has no idea she’s working with the very werewolf she thinks she’s hunting

Robin being completely obvious about it on accident and Nancy slowly figuring it out

Nancy eventually learning to accept that Robin (and Max) are good and falling in love with Robin while also taking Max under her wing too

Max loses control one night for reasons outside of her control and the town figures out what she is—cue the witch hunt

Nancy grabbing her shotgun to defend Max, and Robin revealing herself by allowing her emotions to force her to shift so she can protect Max

Ronance being Max’s moms, I will not be taking arguments

Maybe Nancy is secretly a witch, idk

Thinking so many thoughts

[mosquito-queen]

robin tripping over her shoelaces, (“see i wasn’t being an ass, i knew this would happen.”) and nancy whisking immediately away from the blood and down the sidewalk, leaving robin with skinned knees on the pavement.

nancy suddenly appearing too close, causing robin to whip her head at the same time nancy tilts hers, slamming her nose into the cold marble of nancy’s body. nancy is shoving a first aid kit hastily into robin’s hands before exiting the room. since when did nancy start carrying bandages?

something something robin injured something nancy slowly beginning to remain in proximity, the bandages she offers are now branded bright colors or with childish patterns. robin loves them dearly.

at some point, much later in time, robin yelps out a curse from the kitchen. nancy is there within the second, eyeing the mess of blood and a partially chopped vegetable. she frowns, worry and something else chewing a line in forehead. robin has her finger in her mouth, the other hand is searching in the drawer for a towel. nancy’s conflict deflates and she’s stilling robin’s movements, tugging the hand from her mouth to see the sliced finger. nancy doesn’t run, and to robin’s disappointment she doesn’t offer a brightly colored bandage. the disappointment quickly turns to surprise as nancy puts the finger in her mouth, pressing her fangs lightly into the skin as her tongue presses against the wound.

robin eyes are huge, glued on the glacier blue of nancy’s. for the first time, robin thinks she spies a hint of embarrassment flecking the vampire’s face. it’s gone before she can make for certain. she’s brought back into the moment when pressure pulls on her finger and hollows the vampire’s cheeks - not once, but twice. robin is sure she must of bled out on the kitchen floor and this is what her dying brain is dreaming about in its last moments.

and then nancy lets go of her finger with a pop, her teeth stained red. robin takes her hand back, looking for the cut. except, the cut has a weird sheen to it, suspiciously like nancy’s venom, and the blood has clotted underneath the surface.

“you mean you could do this the whole time?”

“no. i would have definitely killed you before.”

a pause.

“can i still have a band aid?”

[snowangeldotmp3]

Haunted Hawkins for wip weekend!!! I need more of that kind of fic in my life 👻

JEN!!<3 some haunted hawkins just for you!! totally not inspired (re: totally inspired) by the x-files pilot.

“I thought you didn’t believe in all of this, Wheeler,” Robin grins, trying to keep at least some of her composure. Nancy huffs, pulling wet hair over to one side and exposing her neck to Robin. “Just…check. Please.” Robin fingers trace the skin of Nancy’s neck. She doesn’t even realize she’s holding her breath until Nancy speaks. “So?” “Well, good news,” she says after remembering to breathe. “I don’t think you’ll develop a craving for blood or turning into a bat anytime soon.”

wip weekend <3

[suwunnysideup]

FINALLY CAUGHT UP WE DID IT LADS 💪💪

very late day 2 of ronancetober (and my personal fav day teehee): werewolf/vampire!!! monster gfs hold a special place in my heart

[jackiemonroe5512]

Ok. This idea just smacked me in the head like a brick, so imma ramble for a sec…

Vampire Academy Steddie AU. Dhampir Steve and Moroi Eddie. El as a Moroi with her element being spirit (iykyk). Byers as Dhampirs. Wheelers as Moroi (maybe with Byler aspect). Steve being assigned as Eddie’s protector. Dhampir Sinclairs. Moroi Dustin? Maybe? Dhampir Hopper as head of security for the academy. Moroi Robin? ( idk I can’t see her as a Dhampir) Dhampir Max for sure, she’s a fighter. I don’t know what the other Moroi characters elements would be, Erica’s would be fire tho, Lucas’s would maybe be air or water. Dustin’s would be earth I think. Mike’s would be water, Nancy’s would be air. I see Robin with fire, cuz she gives me pyro vibes lol. Eddie’s element fire cuz he’s chaotic(also kinda like Christian Ozera ostracism parallels??). Attack on the academy has Eddie becoming a Strigoi. Blood whore Steve scenes with Strigoi Eddie?? Ummm…

Is this anything? I think this could be something? Brain worms are wriggling around right now.

(Also if you read the Vampire Academy books ily 🩵🩵🩵)

[ronancexists]

Here's my submission for Day 2 of Ronancetober. Warning, there is the mention of blood and drinking blood and slight mention of men being assholes. If that's triggering, then I suggest you don't read this one. If it's not, I hope you enjoy!

Day 2: Monstrous

Nancy looked around nervously, tightening her grip on her purse so much that her knuckles started turning white. She licked her suddenly dry lips, picking up her pace as she was unable to shake the feeling of unease. She ignored the wolf whistles and catcalls thrown her way, simply wanting this nightmare of a day to be over.

To start the day off, she had forgotten to reset her alarm the night before, meaning she was running thirty minutes behind schedule this morning. She then had the humiliating experience of entering the classroom after the lecture had already begun, earning the disgruntled stares, giggles, and whispers of her fellow peers. Her teacher then decided that she was to present her project first since she had thought she was better than everyone else in the class because she showed up late.

She reluctantly did so, ignoring the patronizing looks shot her way as her teacher observed with no visible signs as to whether or not he was impressed by her project or not. She then had a test in her next class that she had no time to study for. Nancy had tried, but Mike and his rowdy friends had made it nearly impossible to concentrate on her notecards. She complained to her mother and father, but nothing came of it.

Ted didn't do anything about it, simply grunting in agreement that the group in their basement was being loud. Karen had tried to tell them to keep it down, but all that earned her was a shouting match with Mike which ended with both parties mad at the other, causing Karen to give up on scolding her son and Mike to become even louder just to annoy them. And it worked, for Nancy simply scowled at her parents and stormed up the steps, slamming her bedroom door shut and locking it so she wouldn't be disturbed by anyone else.

When it came to lunch, Nancy made a face of disgust when she realized she had forgotten to grab her already packed lunch from the fridge, meaning she would have to eat the rather unpleasant food provided by the high school cafeteria. She normally wasn't all that picky when it came to eating food, but the cafeteria food was on a different level. It looked and smelled like something a prison would serve. She ended up eating a small portion of the salad before ultimately giving up, tossing the entire tray into the garbage and heading to her next class fifteen minutes early.

Her day had only gotten progressively worse. Someone had spilled their water bottle when they were walking past her desk, ruining all the notes she had taken for her History class in the past two days. She had been bumped into in the hallway when she was switching her stuff out in her locker, causing everything to scatter all over the hallway floor. And to top it all off, she had forgotten the homework for her English class on her nightstand in her room, earning her an F on the assignment and bringing her total grade down to a C.

So yeah, Nancy wasn't in the best mood. And she certainly didn't want to deal with all these pigs that called themselves men. All she wanted to do was climb into bed and forget the horrible day she had been having.

Unfortunately, she had promised Jonathan she would come out to this bar that didn't give a shit about the fact that underage teens had fake ID’s and were getting blackout drunk. He had wanted to go to see his boyfriend, Steve, who had picked up a part-time job there over the summer after his parents decided he needed some “working class experience” before they decided to pay for him to go to college.

After being hit on the entire night by drunk, sleazy men, she had told Jonathan she was going to call it a night. He had wanted to give her a ride home to make sure she got home safe, but she insisted she would be fine walking home on her own. She had wished him and Steve a good night and told them she'd see them in school tomorrow before exiting the bar.

Suddenly, she was wishing she had taken Jonathan up on her offer. Not only did she feel uneasy with all the men ogling her and shouting sexual innuendos at her, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being stalked. The thing was, she couldn't see anyone following her. She reached into her purse, clutching the pepper spray Steve had given her when she turned eighteen, stating he wanted her to have a way to protect herself, just in case.

She shivered as a breeze washed over her, clutching the pepper spray in her hand tightly as she traveled down a dim-lit alley. She had no other choice but to head this way because they had begun construction on the way she normally walked to get home, meaning the entire street was blocked off. Her eyes bounced back and forth, looking for any signs of anything unnatural.

She gasped when she was suddenly pressed against the brick wall, slender hands pinning her own against the wall, causing her to drop the spray.

“It'll be much less painful if you don't resist,” a husky voice rasped in her ear, causing goosebumps to appear along her entire body.

“Why are you doing this to me?!” Nancy demanded, stifling a groan when kisses were pressed along her jawline and down her throat, hot puffs of breath hitting her neck right at her pulse point.

“Oh Nancy,” the woman purred, nuzzling her face in the crook of Nancy's neck, inhaling deeply as if trying to memorize her scent. “I've been watching you for weeks. Waiting for you to be alone. Waiting so I could have you all to myself."

“What are you—”

Nancy was cut off abruptly as the woman bit down. She gasped at that, euphoria traveling throughout her entire body at the unusual sensation. She whimpered, tilting her head to the side, giving the vampire more room to work.

“That's my girl,” Robin whispered once she had pulled her mouth away, soothing Nancy by licking the open wound until there was nothing left but two little pinpricks.

“God Rob,” Nancy groaned, turning in the taller girl's arms and smashing their lips together.

Robin moaned in delight, eyes fluttering shut as her hands traveled down to Nancy’s waist, pulling the younger woman flush against herself. Tongue and teeth, in Robin's case fangs, crashing against one another in a rather heated exchange.

Nancy was the one to pull away, grinning up at her girlfriend as she reached up with her thumb to wipe away a smatter of blood at the corner of Robin's mouth. “That was quite the experience, love,” she said, tracing her now bloody thumb against Robin's lower lip.

Her eyes darkened in arousal as Robin took her thumb into her mouth, sucking it clean before lightly nipping at the finger in her mouth, showing off her gleaming white, razor sharp fangs.

“I was just doing what you wanted me to do,” Robin replied, grinning widely at Nancy's playful eye roll. She reached down to pick up the pepper spray Nancy had dropped in her surprise, tucking it back into her girlfriend's purse, zipping it shut afterwards.

“Whatever,” Nancy scoffed, squealing when Robin picked her up as if she was as light as a feather. Her legs automatically wound around the older woman’s waist, knowing that Robin would never drop her. As dangerous as the vampire was, she would never do anything to harm Nancy. Unless, of course, the blue-eyed woman asked for it, like she had tonight.

“Hey, I'm not the one who fantasized about being attacked by a monstrous being in the middle of the night in a darkened alley.”

“Maybe not, but you were certainly into it.”

“That's because I’m into you. I’d do anything for you. You’re my person, Nancy Wheeler.”

“I know,” Nancy whispered, playing with the baby hairs at the nape of Robin’s neck as she looked directly into her eyes. “You're my person too, Robin Buckley.”

Robin smiled at her, once again showing off her very pointy fangs. “Would you like me to take you home?”

Nancy smiled, leaning forward to press a long, loving kiss to her girlfriend’s lips. “I would love nothing more.”

“Hang on,” Robin instructed, shifting Nancy so the woman was clinging to her back rather than her front. “Ready?”

“When I'm with you? Always.”

“Then let’s go home.”

With that, Robin took off, nothing but a blur passing through the dark, tree-laden woods. Nancy laughed, loving the feeling rushing through her. She would never tire of this. The wind rushing through her hair, the wooden scent the trees gave off, the electricity sparking through her entire body as she was flush against Robin’s back. Nothing could compare to the feeling of being with her girlfriend. As a matter of fact, she doubted that anything ever would.

[thathopelessromantic]

safe in your mouth

Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Explicit Relationships: Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Characters: Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington Additional Tags: Vampires, Vampire Bites, Blood, Blood Drinking, Minor Blood Kink, sexual blood drinking, Sexual Content, Half-Vampire Nancy Wheeler, Human/Vampire Relationship AO3: (X)

“You can drink from me,” Robin offers. The words are out of her mouth before she even fully registers what it is that she’s saying. The two girls had been trying to work – trying being the operative word – for the last hour in Nancy’s room, the house empty besides the two of them. Robin on some French grammar, just to keep up on it, and Nancy on an article about the most recent repair efforts the town had been making after the earthquakes from their last showdown with Vecna. But Nancy clearly isn’t as focused as she normally is.

And Robin is focused on all the wrong things.

Nancy’s intense, blue eyes are wide with disbelief and something Robin can’t bring herself to name, even if it fans the flames of false hope burning in her chest a little further. “What?”

Robin swallows harshly. It suddenly feels like she is producing a, frankly, insane and gross amount of saliva. She tries not to think too hard about what it means as she sees Nancy’s eyes track the movement in her throat. Was it always so hot in this room? She didn’t think so.

“Look, I know Steve always make a big deal out of it and gets wiggy when we offer, but like-”

“Robin, it is a big deal,” Nancy says slowly and levelly like she’s not sure Robin can understand her plain English.

And she gets that, to some extent. Obviously, there’s just the sheer amount of trust you needed to have to let a vampire drink from you, and not be afraid that they would hurt you. And the amount of self-control the vampire had to have not to take too much. But Robin did trust Nancy and Steve, even if they didn’t trust themselves. She trusted them with her life, with all of their lives. No question, no hesitation. Of anyone in the Party, she knew they would take care of everyone, first.

The scariest part, for her at least, was the connection you shared with a vampire while they drank from you. She didn’t totally get it when Steve tried to warn her off of it back in Starcourt, though to be fair they were both still a little too high to be having any kind of serious, coherent conversation at the time.

But there was only maybe…one big secret she had left to hide from Nancy, and Steve had been teaching everyone how to put up mental blocks since the first time Vecna had attacked, so surely, she could control herself that much. Right?

“Okay, but we’re friends, I trust you. And you obviously need it and-”

Nancy’s expression scrunches tight with confusion. “How can you tell I need it?”

Robin hesitates for a moment, afraid to show her hand, to show just how much attention she’s been paying to Nancy, but she’s already dug this hole for herself. “Your headache,” she admits softly. Nancy’s eyes widen again, in surprise, and just like she has been every few minutes for the last hour, she reaches up to gingerly touch her eyebrow. “You always do that when you’re starting to get a headache,” Robin mirrors her motion and she can feel as much as see the way Nancy follows her hand. “You’ve been getting them for days already. And I know you and Steve always get headaches when you go too long between feedings.”

Nancy looks…flustered. And her expression takes on a tight, pinched look like she doesn’t know what to do, or doesn’t like the options she’s come up with so far.

“I’m fine,” she finally says, turning back to the notebook in her lap. Except, she opens to a random page and stares down at the page without seeming to understand anything. Or figuring out why the article she’s been not-writing for the last hour isn’t staring back at her.

Robin slides closer to her on the bed, sending a pile of vocab notecards tumbling to the floor. She tells herself to worry about those later.

“I know from Steve that it doesn’t hurt, and even if it did, I don’t think it’s anything I couldn’t handle. And we’re…friends, aren’t we? What’s wrong with offering to help out a friend?”

Nancy’s brows shoot into her hairline. “Steve’s fed from you?”

“Just once. And it was kind of a life-or-death, we-were-just-tortured-by-secret-Russians…thing,” Nancy is still looking at her like Robin had switched to actually speaking Russian for this conversation. She feels her voice get quieter, more hesitant as she stumbles on. She wishes there was some kind of OFF switch she could smash in her brain that would stop everything from tumbling out in this hairbrained, jumbled mess but if such a thing exists, she hasn’t figured out where it is yet. “He was…really hurt. Like I don’t think…I don’t know if he would have survived it if he was just a human. So, it was more like me forcing it on him than him biting me. And I know now I’m offering it to you…which is starting to make me sound like I’ve got some kind of fucked up fetish for it but I swear I’m just trying to help. I just like, I don’t get why, if we can help and we’re your friends, why it’s such a big deal.”

Nancy’s expression had softened as Robin spoke, until she finally reaches out to place a comforting hand on Robin’s bent leg. Robin can feel her cool hand against her bare skin like a branding iron – each ice-cold fingertip leaving an imprint of Nancy’s fingerprints burned into her calf.

“Thank you, Robin. I appreciate that you’re just trying to help, and I’m sure Steve was very grateful that you were there with him back then. But I’ll be fine.”

“I know the hospital has a blood shortage right now,” Robin blurts out as Nancy starts to pull her hand away, pulling out her last trump card. Steve had let something slip a few days ago, and Robin pretended not to catch it – but she definitely noticed his slip, and the wary way Steve watched her for a few minutes after he had slipped up like he was just waiting for her to spring an argument on him. She was, technically, waiting to do just that, to the both of them. She had just been biding her time. “That’s all fine if you and Steve want to be stubborn and noble when you know you have access to a stash, but they haven’t recovered their stock from this last disaster. And there’s no way I’m buying the two of you are willing to keep stealing from them when you know they’re hurting for it,” Robin holds out her hand towards Nancy, palm up so the dusty blue of her vein under the thin skin of her wrist is clearly visible. “You guys aren’t going to last going on like this.”

Nancy looks like she still wants to argue the point, but her pupils are blown wide looking between Robin’s face and her proffered arm, and there’s a furrow above her brow that Robin knows means her headache is steadily kicking up in intensity.

The silence stretches on between them uncomfortably long, long enough that her arm starts to ache a little from holding it out for so long, and she’s starting to feel extremely foolish. But she grits her teeth and refuses to back down. When Nancy finally lifts her hand off of Robin’s leg to run her cool fingers along her inner wrist, Robin nearly jumps from surprise, despite having never taken her eyes off of her.

The featherlight touch sends goosebumps over her arm and she prays Nancy just chalks it up to her own cold hands.

“Your hands are cold,” Nancy says softly, her fingertips resting just in the palm of Robin’s hand.

Robin nearly yanks her hand away in surprise. “You’re joking right?”

Nancy’s lips quirk in a small smile, but it disappears just as quickly. “I know, but I also know what temperature a human typically feels like. You don’t have great circulation to your hands.”

“Fine,” Robin drops her hand away from Nancy’s gentle touch to pull at her loose collar. The loose t-shirt she may or may not have stolen from Steve’s closet is nowhere close to covering up her throat, but she tugs at it anyways, as if loosening it to make room. She can feel Nancy’s eyes track every movement and not for the first time, but for the first time when the attention is directed so solely on herself, Robin is reminded that vampires are, first and foremost, predators.

How could she ever have forgotten that little detail? “Drink from somewhere else.”

Nancy swallows and Robin finds herself following the movement the same way Nancy had done to her earlier.

“If we do this,” Nancy starts, ignoring Robin’s rolled eyes. “You have to tell me immediately if it becomes too much for you, overwhelming or just uncomfortable – anything.”

“Okay-”

“Or if it starts to feel like I’m taking too much. It can be hard to keep track of sensations like that during it, so anything weird. The minute you feel dizzy or lightheaded or even just a little bit tired, you need to let me know. Say stop or...or tap my arm twice if you feel like you can’t talk.”

“Okay.”

“Robin.”

“I promise. Anything funky, I will let you know.”

Nancy looks like she doesn’t quite believe her, or at least wants to argue the point a little longer, but her eyes have gotten darker, her pupils impossibly larger until there is only the palest sliver of blue along the edge. Robin briefly wonders if there’s something wrong with her – like maybe she does have some kind of freaky fetish for this – but Nancy’s intense, blown-out look sends a thrill through her. She knows she’s pushing her luck, but she leans back a little, tilting her head as if to present her throat.

She hears Nancy inhale, a shaky, unsteady little sound, that she inexplicably wants to draw from her again, and then her senses are filled with her. In a split second, Nancy closed the space between them on the bed to loom over her. A hand lands on either side of her head on the pillow, and she feels one of Nancy’s legs settle between her own as she stretches over her. Her tight, coiled curls brush against Robin’s cheek as she leans down close. Her sweet, flowery perfume surrounds her, but there’s a deeper, musky undertone to the scent Robin has never noticed before. It’s overwhelming, surrounding her and yet Robin can’t help but want more, to breathe deeply and pull that heady scent in until she’s drowning in it.

Her hot breath against Robin’s skin sends another sharp thrill through her and Robin hopes Nancy doesn’t notice exactly what kind of effect she’s having on her. She feels as much as hears the deep breath Nancy takes, inhaling her scent as she trails her nose along the column of Robin’s throat in search of her fluttering, racing pulse. Nancy trails one hand up along the underside of Robin’s neck to sink into her hair, not pulling but holding tight to adjust her head just so with only the slightest bend of her wrist.

There’s a soft, wet sound and then Robin can feel the wet, heat of Nancy’s breath, the long drag of Nancy’s fangs against her skin. She shudders at the sensation, and the brush of Nancy’s lips as she speaks against her neck.

“Are you sure-”

“Nance,” Robin protests, hoping to God she’s imagining the whine in her own voice, but she already feels wound tight, teetering on the precipice of something she doesn’t understand but desperately wants to dive headfirst into, consequences be damned.

There’s a flash of a smile against her skin and then Nancy sinks her teeth into her.

The sensation nearly has Robin bucking them both off the bed. The immediate, overwhelming sense of pleasure goes through her in an instant, burning through any other thought or feeling inside her until the only thing she wants is more. It feels like every molecule inside her is being set ablaze with an all-consuming need. She grabs blindly at herself, at the comforter under her, at Nancy’s well-worn shirt, blunt nails scratching at her through the fabric. Anything to drag this feeling in closer to herself, to satisfy this sudden yawning, burning hunger unfurling in her gut.

Nancy’s legs tighten around her thigh, likely to stop her from squirming any more, but mindless to anything but chasing more of this feeling, Robin arches her hips, grinding down against the leg between her own. She gasps, the move sending a whole new wave of pleasure over her and she’s halfway through doing it again when Nancy pulls off of her with a wet smack.

“Are you okay?” Nancy asks, breathlessly. Her eyes are impossibly, inhumanly dark, pupils blown out until there is no iris left and a nearly-glowing shine to them Robin has never seen outside of the Upside Down. Her mouth is bright red and glistening wet and the only thing Robin can think about is how badly she wants to kiss Nancy Wheeler.

She wants to know what her own blood tastes like on Nancy’s mouth.

“That is so not what it felt like when Steve bit me.”

Seriously, she needed to find that OFF button.

“Really?” Nancy looks astonished by this news, but more than that, she looks…pleased? “Not at all?”

Awareness, and subsequent mortification, is slowly dawning on Robin through the fading haze of everything else and she suddenly wants nothing more than to get out from under Nancy and possibly never look her in the eye again. But, as if she can sense that, Nancy settles more firmly on her thigh, as if to hold her in place. Robin has to swallow down a moan at the feeling. Her hand had moved from Robin’s hair, but she keeps it close to her head on the pillow, and she could definitely get another good grip on her faster than Robin could shake her off. Nancy’s other hand trails down along the length of her body – not actually touching her just following the curve of her side along the bed until she reaches her hip. Her fingers trail up and down the small expanse of skin exposed where the hem of Robin’s shirt had ridden up in her squirming. Her fingers are already notably warmer than before, but that does nothing to stop the goosebumps from popping up under her featherlight touches.

When Robin never replies, Nancy curls her hand around her hip, pressing the heel of her palm against Robin’s hip bone and leaning over her as if to press her body more firmly into the mattress. Robin desperately tries to swallow down the actual whimper that threatens to escape her at the feeling.

“What did it feel like?” Nancy asks, her voice is low, almost a growl.

At that, Robin does whimper, the nearly possessive tone in Nancy’s voice making her toes curl. She has to look away from the girl looming over her to get her thoughts in some semblance of an order, and even then, staring hard at Nancy’s plain white ceiling as if to ground herself, she struggles to find her voice.

“Before it was…it was like being wrapped in my favorite blanket and eating my favorite food. Like curling up with my favorite book. Just…the sense of feeling perfectly…content. Safe. This was…” her face heats up as she tries to come up with an adequate way to describe what she had just felt.

When she finally looks back at Nancy, her hopeless attempt to describe whatever this just was trailing off into nothing, Nancy has a soft, fond smile spreading across her shining lips, rather than any frustration or anger with Robin’s inability to talk. But there’s also a hunger in her blown-out, inhuman eyes Robin hadn’t noticed before.

“Are you okay?” Nancy asks again.

Robin gawks at her. “You’re joking, right?” she repeats her same thought from before, but Nancy isn’t as quick to humor her this time.

“Robin, I need a real answer.”

“Oh god, okay, yes. I’m fine. A little, eternally, mortified, but it doesn’t feel like you took too much.”

“Good,” Nancy says with a nod. Suddenly, her smile turns wicked. “Same rules apply, tell me or tap twice if it’s too much,” Nancy reminds her.

And before Robin can confirm, or question her, Nancy sinks down again. Biting on the opposite side of her throat, just above her collarbone.

Robin isn’t any more prepared for the immediate rush of sensation the second time. She might even be less prepared the second time around, her nerves already alight with burning pleasure and hypersensitive from before. Her vision goes fuzzy for a second, a wave of need rushing over her in time with her racing pulse. She sobs as Nancy pulls back, just enough to drag her fangs along Robin’s skin again, this time with enough pressure for her to feel the slight burn of twin scratches blooming around the second bite.

Nancy trails down over her prone form, lips dragging over her skin until Robin is shaking from the teasing sensations. She presses a kiss to the center of her chest, through the soft, suffocating fabric of her t-shirt and moves on again. She trails her lips down along Robin’s inner arm, nipping at the sensitive skin – never hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to make her desperate for it again anyways. She glances up to meet Robin’s eye as she reaches her hand, lifting it up to place an achingly, soft kiss to her palm. As she trails further down, breath ghosting over her fingertips, Robin presses two fingers inside her bright red mouth. Nancy’s eyes brighten, never straying from Robin’s face as she drags her tongue between her fingers pulling them from her mouth by her loose grip on Robin’s wrist. She pricks the tip of one of Robin’s fingers with her fang, letting the bright crimson blood bead along her finger for them both to watch, mesmerized for a moment before she sucks it back into her mouth.

“Nance,” Robin sobs, not bothering to try and hide the desperation in her voice anymore. She hardly even knows what she wants except that she’s going to go crazy if Nancy doesn’t stop toying with her.

She pulls off of her with a soft, wet pop. For a single, hypnotizing moment a string of saliva connects Robin’s finger to her stained lips, and it takes all of Robin’s self-control not to press back inside her mouth. Then, Nancy ducks down again, grinding herself against Robin’s trapped thigh, pressing her own leg back against Robin through her shorts, matching Robin’s surprised gasp with a pleased one of her own. before she slips off to settle fully between her legs. She pushes Robin’s shirt up, just enough to expose her stomach, alternating between trailing kisses and more nipping, teasing bites down her abdomen, and along the loose waistband of her shorts.

“May I?” She asks, fingers tucking into the edge of her waistband and looking up curiously at Robin.

Robin thinks it’s probably a good sign that she, at least, has enough sense not to tell Nancy she can do whatever the hell she wants at this point, even if it is her first instinct. So, she just nods instead. Safest choice.

With quick, deft fingers, Nancy undoes the buttons of Robin’s shorts and wiggles them down. She slips off the bed, just long enough to pull them completely off her legs before she settles back down between Robin’s spread legs. Boneless from both pleasure and anticipation, Robin lets Nancy position her, one leg bent so her inner thigh is exposed to the room, the other draped over Nancy’s lap.

Nancy places a kiss just above her knee, sweet and soft, before her smile turns devious against Robin’s skin once again. She lowers her head, sinking her fangs into the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

Robin arches off the bed, sobbing as the pleasure rushes through her again, lighting up every inch of her body with the sensation. She feels like she must be glowing, floating, coming outside of her body. Nancy throws Robin’s leg over her shoulder before sliding her hand back down to support her lower back, keeping her half-suspended off the bed.  

Nancy’s name becomes a desperate, gasping mantra, falling from Robin’s lips with each shaking exhale. She feels like she’s pleading for something but she doesn’t even know what it is until Nancy slips a finger inside her underwear, pushing the damp fabric aside. Robin shivers at the rush of cooler air against her flushed skin, whimpering as Nancy drags two fingers through her slick arousal before finding her clit. She rubs the sensitive, bundle of nerves, alternating between near-punishing pressure and teasing, featherlight brushes. When her climax finally crashes over her, Robin comes with an actual sob, overstimulated, exhausted tears springing to her eyes.

Nancy pulls off of her leg in the same moment, muffling an echoing moan to Robin’s cry against her leg. She lowers Robin’s leg from her shoulder, keeping one arm wrapped around her bare thigh to support her shaking leg. Nancy rests her forehead against Robin’s knee for a moment, her chest heaving with breathless gasps in time with Robin’s own. Robin can feel a sheen of sweat cooling over her skin, but every place of contact between them feels like she’s on fire.

When Nancy finally looks up again, her eyes are mostly back to normal, her pupils only slightly dilatated, and there’s a blissful, pleased lightness over her expression. Some cross between comfortable contentment and like the cat that caught the canary, Robin thinks.

Until she notices the tear tracks. Nancy moves so fast Robin can’t even follow the movement. Her abdomen protests sitting up as if she had just done a marathon of crunches rather than trying her hand at being an all-you-can-eat buffet, but she doesn’t stop Nancy from gathering her up into her arms. Her hands that had been burning hot on her skin, just a moment ago, are already cooling down again as Nancy brushes the remaining tears from her cheeks.

“Oh god, Robin. Why didn’t you say something? Are you hurt? Are you feeling sick? What-”

“Kiss me,” Robin pleads, any remaining, self-preserving filter completely done away with.

Nancy pulls back, shocked. “What?”

“Please. If even just a fraction of that was from more than just drinking my blood, please kiss me or I think I might actually start crying for real and it is going to be so embarrassing and gross for everyone involved and I-”

Nancy cuts her off with a quick kiss, muffling her own quiet laugh against Robin’s mouth. But with little more than a press of their lips, she pulls back.

Robin swears if she could feel any of her limbs at that point, she would have played a more active role in this, but for the time being she just whines at Nancy’s quick retreat.

“Nance.”

“What?”

“What was that?”

Nancy’s nose crinkles in displeasure, even as amusement lights her eyes. “Robin, no. It’s gross. After I just…at least let me go brush my teeth or something.”

“No,” Robin insists, petulantly. She finally gets her arms to cooperate enough to settle loosely around Nancy’s waist. It wouldn’t actually hold her there if she was determined to get away but Robin hopes the shy, happy smile she tucks against her shoulder at the motion means she isn’t inclined to do anything like that. “It’s my blood, isn’t it? Just kiss me.”

“You’re gross,” Nancy tells her matter-of-factly.

But then she leans in, and actually kisses Robin anyways. Her hands come up to cup Robin’s face, cradling her jaw, gently helping tilt her head this way or that as their lips move against each other until Robin can match her rhythm. She nips at Robin’s bottom lip, not enough to draw blood again but the sensation makes Robin shiver at the memory anyways, mouth falling open further in a choked moan. Nancy licks into her mouth, and Robin can taste herself, the salty, metallic tinge of her blood, on Nancy’s tongue. Some part of her hopes when they part, her mouth will be stained red with it to match Nancy’s own glistening mouth.

Eventually, their kisses turn softer, slower until they break away to soft, reverent touches, lying side by side, with their legs entwined, fingertips trailing down the side of their faces, brushing hair back behind each other’s ears. Robin’s fists clench in Nancy’s shirt at her waist, wishing somehow to bring them closer, to bring them flush against each other until two could become one and share forever in the sensations still making her head reel.

Wait.

Robin pulls back so suddenly Nancy nearly bites her lip. She looks immediately concerned, eyes tracing over Robin’s face for any sign of illness or lightheadedness.

“Nancy, you never, I mean, do you still need – oh god, why didn’t I listen to Steve’s advice about practicing how to talk about this beforehand?”

Nancy giggles at her rambling, tucking her head in against Robin’s throat while she stumbles her way through her thoughts.

“You know, you can stop me at any time,” Robin offers half-heartedly. She rubs a hand up and down Nancy’s back, following the curve of her spine as she curls into Robin.

“I like listening to you talk,” Nancy admits against her before pressing a kiss over her very first bite mark. She sits up, meeting Robin’s embarrassed gaze. “I feel everything you do when I’m feeding,” she says carefully, pointedly. “Trust me, I’m great.”

Robin flushes, even though she was glad for the reassurance. “Well, good. But still next time, it’s your turn.”

Nancy arches a brow at her. “Next time?”

Oh god. “I mean,” Robin stammers. “Obviously, just if you want-”

Nancy bites at her bottom lip, but it does very little to actually suppress her giddy smile. “Robin, I’m messing with you. That sounds…perfect.”

“Okay, yeah. G-good.”

“Robin?”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me?”

“Oh, thank god,” Robin leans back in, her mission only slightly deterred by Nancy’s wide smile. Or maybe, her own.

A few hours and a couple dozen kisses later, Steve pulls into the Wheeler driveway to pick Robin up for the night. She had gotten her license, finally, but without a car to drive, it didn’t do her much good either way.

She does one last once-over of Nancy’s room, trying to make sure she isn’t forgetting anything else. It turns out, Nancy had a bad (amazing) habit of tossing her clothing every which way, which made trying to get out the door, without arousing suspicion to Steve or any of the rest of the Wheeler family that had made their way home over the last few hours, much more difficult than it should have been.

Nancy looks decidedly more pleased with herself after it all than Robin really thinks is entirely fair. But if it is just because she liked making Robin flustered, or if Robin was missing something in an obvious place, she wasn’t sure. She doesn’t bother trying to help, or give her a hint, but watches her with a cocky little smile, lounging still half-undressed on her bed. It makes it that much harder for Robin to stay on track and remember why she even needs to find all her clothes and leave.

In the end, she gets sidetracked for another ten minutes, crawling back into Nancy’s bed until Steve calls over the walkie with a new, concerned tone in his voice. And then she has to come half-way back up the stairs, twice, once for her flashcards they had knocked under the bed and once for her second shoe, before she actually makes it out of the Wheeler house.

When she finally slides into Steve’s car, throwing her bag of study material into the empty backseat, she’s practically vibrating with the urge to tell Steve everything. But when she finally turns around to face him, she apparently doesn’t have to.

“Why do you smell like Nancy?” He asks, brow furrowed with a profusely confused expression. He keeps subtly trying to sniff the air, as if looking for something.

“I just spend all afternoon with her, remember? Considering we’re still sitting in her driveway?”

“No, no. It’s a different scent than that, it’s like-” Steve trails off, eyes catching on something on her chest. Or maybe her neck. “Is that a bite mark?”

Robin sighs, she is excited about being able to share this with Steve, but maybe she should have tried to think that out a little bit first.

“Yes, okay, it is. But first I need you to understand…” Robin trails off as she sees Steve’s shit-eating grin.

“I can’t believe it, you slut,” Steve jokes slapping at her shoulder. “You called off work for boobies?”

“Gross, don’t say it like that!” Robin yells, shoving at him. She knows he’s just trying to get a reaction out of her, even before he starts laughing and it’s so hard to keep a stern tone through her own smile. “Oh, I don’t even want to hear it, dingus. I’ve earned it after all the shifts I’ve covered for you.” She settles back into her seat with a huff, but she’s smiling again despite herself before she can even get her seatbelt on.

Steve grins at her again, his eyes bright with laughter and all of a sudden, she feels like they are incredibly young again, like the weight of everything they’ve been through the last few years has been shed for a few hours and they’re kids again, giddy with the chance to talk about girls like their only worry is about getting a date for the weekend. She reaches over, poking aggressively at the, frankly, massive bruise not remotely hidden by his polo collar, laughing as he slaps at her hands to get her to stop poking him. “What the hell is up with this hickey, anyways? You know you’re the one with fangs, right?”