#sapphic senate monster au

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

so it’s your sacred duty to elaborate on werewolf robin with nancys dog tags

Okay I’m mad because I can’t find the posts that mentioned it because the tumblr search feature is homophobic to me specifically but,,,

The thought is that as their relationship progresses, someone tries to hurt Robin. Nancy, protective and possessive as she is, gifts Robin the patented dog tags (non silver) that say “Property of Nancy Wheeler.” It’s a warning to other monster hunters—Nancy is a well known, formidable force of nature no one wants to fuck with—but she also gets a small amount of satisfaction in knowing any girls who try to flirt with Robin will be deterred. (And if Robin loves the idea of belonging to Nancy Wheeler, well, that’s between the two of them). Bonus, Nancy also gives Robin the bullet with which she planned to kill her as an offering of peace, and Robin adds it to the chain. It matches Nancy’s bullet necklace. :)

[lionydoorin]

AUs that would be super cool to have in ronancetober: (you don't have to include any of these just things that would be cool in my mind!)

Werewolf/ Vampire AU

Monster Hunter Sapphic senate

Spider Robin

YESS thank u sm 🤧🤧 i'm trying to find a way to fit the AUs in here while also making it open !!! so vampire/werewolf is already on the list ..

there'll be this and a prompt just for the sapphic senate so idk if a specific monster hunter sapphic senate prompt would be repetitive (also it's lo's au so 🥺 if she's okay ofc it could be a thing!)

and spider robin is a babie i love her 🤧 maybe a superhero prompt could be like. a broader thing??? would ppl enjoy to draw/write it??

[idyllghost]

Hehehe not done yet at all but here’s a lil sneak peak of @robins-raspberry-beret ‘s werewolf Robin

[lesbianlotties]

had a thought. we know nancy loves her guns and robin uses the occasional molotov cocktail for funsies but what is the rest of the sapphic senate's preferred weapon of choice if the need ever arose for them to beat the shit out of someone or something

give 👏 Chrissy 👏 a 👏 chainsaw 👏

okay but seriously though. there's so many possibilities. like sure there's the "real world" and fighting homophobes on the daily, there's Upside Down monsters, there zombie apocalypse AU of my dreams...

in any circumstance, Nancy has guns. in space, in a cowboy AU, vampire AU, AUs that predate guns? she has guns <3

i love Robin's molotov cocktails because she just has a "do arson <3" face. but i'm also a strong supporter of the Give Robin Buckley a Sword Movement™. plus, Steve totally gifts her a personalized bat

i'm going say it again, give 👏 Chrissy 👏 a 👏 chainsaw 👏, give Chrissy a flamethrower! let Chrissy throw knives! and also Eddie gives her a shield because real besties gift weapons to their besties

i'm not sure where this came from but i'm going to say it, Vickie + bow and arrows! first, sexy. second, bickering with nancy about who has the best aim. third, hell yes. a also give her a few knives, as a treat!

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

"oh, so i'm the bad guy?" w monster hunter nancy x werewolf robin 🫣🫣

GUESS WHAT I FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED

This one is an ouchie one, fair warning

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Nancy had a hell of a lot of audacity to show up on Robin’s doorstep. Robin stared at her in the doorway, eyes wide in surprise, shadowed by anger.

“What are you doing here?” she managed finally, a soft grumble in the words.

Nancy stared at her, jaw working furiously.

“You’re ignoring me.”

“Yeah.” Robin hadn’t picked up the phone in days.

“Why?” Nancy’s voice was hurt. Good. Robin had to live with her pain, so Nancy should too. And maybe she didn’t truly believe that. Maybe she wanted to pull Nancy into her arms and tell her they were okay and everything would work out. But she didn’t, because some wicked part of her wanted Nancy to feel guilty.

“Because I’m just a monster, aren’t I? Aren’t we all?” she growled, a warning rumbling deep in her chest. Nancy’s eyes widened.

“Robin, you’re different—“

Robin scoffed, shaking her head. Even Nancy didn’t sound like she believed the words. She could feel the telltale signs of the wolf waking up in her chest, emotions clouding her mind, her ability to control it.

“Nance, you don’t believe that.” She started to close the door, but Nancy stepped forward, putting her hand in the way.

“Nancy, I don’t want to talk right now. Not until you can admit that you’re just the same as the rest of us monsters. You’re a killer too,” Robin warned, glimmering gold creeping into her eyes.

“Oh, so I’m the bad guy?” Nancy spat, ocean eyes blazing, suddenly defensive.

Robin glared right back, proverbial hackles raised. Maybe she was quicker to anger than she should be, but she couldn’t really help it. The full moon was approaching, and it made emotions tricky, violent.

“Yes!” she shot back, a growl leaping from her throat. “You are! And the fact that you can’t see that shocks me to my core.”

The wolf inside her was snarling, raging against its cage—begging for release. To tear Nancy limb from limb. But tempering the beast was something Robin did with practiced ease, and she kept her anger simmering below the surface. It was only visible in the violent gold shimmer of her eyes and the flash of fangs. This terrifying feat of control was exactly what made her the good guy here, in her mind.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Nancy shot back, hand drifting to the silver dagger at her waist at the flash in Robin’s eyes—she didn’t truly trust Robin to keep the wolf at bay. Of course—but she knew that, didn’t she? That’s why they were here now.

“Are you serious, Nance?” Robin scoffed, crossing her arms. She kept her gaze even, gold staring into frozen sapphire. “I have never once lost control,” she half snarled. Nancy stepped back, defensive. “But you? Nance, how many background checks have you done on your victims? How many innocent people have you killed—“

“I kill monsters—“

“No, Nance, you kill fucking people. People with lives and hobbies and people who love them,” Robin raged, heart rate quickening. The beast was fighting harder now. She needed to calm down. “You kill people who can’t help their fucking situation. Do you even stick around afterwards? Do you see the way people mourn a monster? It’s the same as any other human fucking being.”

Nancy flinched like she’d been slapped. She tried to keep her defiant expression, but Robin could see she struck a nerve.

“I’m trying to keep people safe,” she shot back, a hint of a waver in her voice. “I don’t… I never mean to cause grief.” She turned her gaze away, and Robin could see the tears beginning to well in Nancy’s eyes—fuck, her own vision was blurring.

She had thought maybe Nancy was different. Maybe Nancy could see her side, see her, see Robin Buckley, the human girl, the girl who talked too much and ran funny and loved warmly and so deeply. The girl who was fighting a curse she never asked for.

But Nancy only saw Robin Buckley the werewolf. Robin Buckley the monster. Robin Buckley the risk that she couldn’t take.

It made her heart ache and whine in her chest, a strangled feeling that rose in her throat and threatened to overwhelm her. She was drowning in the feelings that were beginning to develop, long before their night at the club—feelings she once thought Nancy had returned.

“Look at me, Nance,” Robin whispered, her voice hoarse, torn ragged by the monster in her chest—not the wolf, but the painful love that was consuming her from the inside out. “Look at me, and tell me what you see.”

Nancy met her gaze, the tears falling freely down her face. Her fight was fading, something broken as Robin’s words fully washed over her. “Rob—“

“No. What do you see? Am I just a beast to you? A killer with clean paws?” Fuck, the words came out a tortured sob, bleeding onto her hands, dripping to the ground at Nancy’s feet. “Am I nothing to you but my affliction?”

Nancy didn’t speak. She just stared dumbly at Robin, her mouth opening and closing as she tried to pull herself together—she was falling apart at the seams. She couldn’t seem to find the words.

Robin turned her back, fighting back choked sobs. Her voice was a hoarse rasp as she spoke.

“Do me a favor. Just fucking leave.”

And with that, she closed the door and collapsed against it, sobbing into her hands—sullied and bloodied by Nancy’s heart as if she had truly ripped it from the girl’s chest. She tried to fight back the shift, but the wolf won in the end, and Robin awoke to a torn apart living room—ugly claw marks across furniture and walls to match the weeping wounds in her chest.

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

Okay I didn’t want to be annoying on a Wenclair post about Ronance but!!!

Inspired by this post

Werewolf Robin Buckley in a t-shirt that says “Everyone asks ‘who’s a good girl’ never ‘how’s the good girl’”

Nancy bought it for her, ofc

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

GUYS.

I had the most ANGSTY SSMH au music thought

Putting The Dog To Sleep by The Antlers :)

Just a lil werewolf Robin knowing she’s a beast. An unlovable, terrifying monster, shattered on the inside.

They’ve never lost control before, but she wakes with his hands covered in crimson, the metallic scent of blood filling their nose and making them feel ill.

Nancy’s plan to kill her is warranted—but god they didn’t mean to get attached to the monster hunter. She didn’t mean to make a home in his own death. She thinks she deserves death, so they can’t hurt anyone anymore, but… But she finds herself crying in Nancy’s arms, begging him not to let them die alone. To stay with them as the light leaves his eyes. And I think maybe this moment is when Nancy sees just how human Robin is, finally forced to confront the humanity of the monsters she fights.

This isn’t an ugly monster—this is a person. He never should have let a monster so close to her heart. But the gun lowers anyway—because she can’t kill Robin Buckley. He finds she… she loves her.

So Nancy pulls Robin close, weapon discarded, and whispers so soft, so tender, “Trust me to take you home. To clean up that blood all over your paws.”

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

One last thing before I shut the fuck up for the night (and I’ll get to the rest of my ask box tomorrow if I can)

Kiss With a Fist by Florence + the Machine as a monster hunter Nancy and werewolf Robin song

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

hi! I was wondering if you have any ronance song recs?

YES omg, I love to talk about music (bet you couldn’t tell—)

I’ll link my favorite Ronance playlist I’ve made, and toss a few explanations for some favorites. Also!! If you’re into musical analysis, I’ve written some Long Ones under #lo’s music thoughts

The playlist in question

Maple Syrup by the Backseat Lovers - this one to me is a Nancy song. It makes me think about Nancy mourning Barb, especially if you are a past Barb/Nancy truther. I think it shows her guilt and grief very well

I’ve got a couple Conan songs, but: People Watching gives me Robin vibes, watching everyone around her find romance while she knows that as a lesbian in rural Indiana in the 80’s, the closest she’ll get is “people watching.” See also Family Line being Nancy and her family, realizing how toxic her parents’ relationship is, and how terrible her father is. (It can also be a Max song!)

For the comphet/GNC Nancy truthers, find a better song than Late Bloomer by Semler. I’ll wait.

Ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine breaks my heart. It just has such soft falling in love vibes, from both perspectives!!

She’s My Religion by Pale Waves but it’s Robin falling for the force of nature that is Nancy Wheeler, and seeing her break apart too, finally helping Nancy learn to lean on others. (“She needs this love just as much as me”)

More comphet Nancy vibes for you in Crying During Sex by Carol Ades (recommended by @strvngerrose !!), and Kissaphobic by Makeout Monday

Some more just for fun:

Teenage Dirtbag Robin, come on, it’s just fun!!

The Chain by Fleetwood Mac is a werewolf Robin/monster hunter Nancy song, both of them working to end the chain of violence as well as generational trauma stuff!!

Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene by Hozier as monster hunter Nancy about werewolf Robin and vice versa, it works both ways

Steady, As She Goes by the Raconteurs gives me Nancy vibes, like she’s just stubborn and keeps going even when she’s tired, maybe Nancy from Robin’s perspective

Growing Sideways by Noah Kahan just gives such strong Nancy vibes. I want to analyze this one in more detail in the near future

I’ve based fics on:

If It Wasn’t For the Nights by ABBA as the group trying to live normal lives during/after the Upside-Down but struggling with nightmares, as well as a few becoming literal creatures of the night 👀

Smalltown Boy by Bronski Beat, an opening queer band of the 80’s that I firmly believe Robin would enjoy, relating to the lyrics of wanting to run away and not being understood, I used this as her Vecna song!!

(The alternative to the above was At Seventeen by Janis Ian, which gives me Robin feeling like an unlovable outcast vibes, and it’s by a woman who later came out as lesbian, so Robin identifying with this woman without even fully knowing why)

And Trigger of Love by JAWNY as monster hunter Nancy being werewolf Robin’s undoing in more ways than one

So many of these are so angsty, have some fluff from the following:

All My Love by Noah Kahan

Everywhere, Everything by Noah Kahan

honey by Coastal Club

Slow Dances by Winnetka Bowling League

Talk Too Much by COIN ofc for our chronic rambler Robin Buckley

And I’ll shut up now ajskdkkskskskdk

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

Thinking about SSMH Max Mayfield—

Obviously the Upside Down isn’t a thing so that isn’t what brings the group together

Instead Max meets Robin because they are neighbors in the little trailer park. It’s a strange friendship, but Robin ends up taking Max under her wing after a night when her mom got particularly drunk.

In return, Max has taken care of Robin before too. On a lesser level, but when her weirdo neighbor trudges past her trailer one morning, beaten and dirty (unbeknownst to her, it’s because of a rough full moon), Max offers some first aid help

They skate together sometimes too. Which is to say Max skateboards and Robin spends half the time falling on her ass

Max meets her other friends through Robin when Lucas and the others come to the video store. Robin encourages her to talk to Lucas and is super supportive of their relationship. (They’re her “favorite straight couple” until they both tell Robin they’re bi)

Chrissy is the first to know about Robin’s lycanthropy, then Steve. Max was the third. It was Robin’s senior year and Max’s freshman year when Max tried to visit Robin and couldn’t be shooed away by Chrissy before she watched Robin transform. Her reaction? “Cool.”

Billy is a werewolf, but Max doesn’t know this. He also hates her friendship with Robin.

Max spends her sixteenth birthday with Robin after a very ugly argument with Billy. On her way home, she’s attacked by a werewolf (Billy, though it’s not a full moon, his anger allowed him to shift)

Robin hears Max’s screaming (werewolf hearing) and tries to come to the girl’s rescue, but she’s too late and Billy is gone. She takes Max home and helps treat her wounds and tells her everything will be okay and it’s only a 1 in 10 chance she’ll even turn

That said, they spend the first following full moon together with Chrissy, at the tattoo parlor instead of Robin’s home in case Billy comes looking. Unfortunately for Max, she is the 1 in 10 and she’s forced to shift. Robin comforts her the best she can as she goes through her own transformation. They’re very lucky to have Chrissy who does a little magic to ease the pain and keep them both calm

Robin teaches Max everything she can about being a werewolf and Max agrees to stick around with Robin on full moons. She jokingly calls Robin her mom and Robin maybe cries about it

Robin helps Max tell Lucas and El because she’s scared they’ll hate her. Lucas is super sweet and El thinks it’s cool. Robin notices the extra tension between the couple and El and does a little meddling to try to get them to all confess. (They figure it out on their own a week later and Elumax happens)

Max’s werewolf form has unnaturally red fur like a fox or maned wolf and a lighter snout and paws, with darker freckle like spots. Golden eyes are a trademark of all werewolves. She’s smaller than average because she’s not an adult. Full grown werewolves can stand 7-9 ft tall, she stands just over 6 ft

Bonus, when Nancy comes into town, Chrissy and Robin are both extremely careful to protect Max’s identity because ofc. They pack bond without even knowing it (because even Robin doesn’t know much about being a werewolf other than things she’s taught herself) as well as bonding with Chrissy, Steve, Lucas, El and Eddie. Nancy is shocked how well Max hides it.

Max is also shocked at the weird protectiveness and loyalty she suddenly feels toward Nancy until she realizes how hopelessly in love Robin is to the point that she’s been accepted into the pack bond and now Max teases her about it endlessly

The pack bond is like a supernatural connection that mostly just helps werewolves recognize friend vs foe when shifted, so they feel extra protective and affectionate toward their pack, and there’s almost a supernatural sense of when one of the pack is in danger

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

Hey fun fact ronance are also autistic in the SSMH au because I can do what I want

Ofc Robin fidgets with their rings, but she also will run her hand through their hair. Sometimes he will just run his hands along the edge of the clothes she is wearing because the fabric feels nice.

Robin used to bite her lip all the time. This has improved since gaining fangs, since nearly impaling their own lip was a pretty good deterrent.

Steve, Chrissy, and Eddie have bought Robin a number of dog toys that she will chew on when shifted because stimming helps keep control of the wolf. He stims a lot more closer to the full moon due to shift anxiety.

Little known fact, being a werewolf is sensory hell. Chrissy uses magic to help dim Robin’s senses when she’s feeling overwhelmed.

Robin can’t read people very well and has trouble with tone and volume control, like seen in the show. He tends to ramble.

Nancy masks scary well, but it means he tends to break down harder. She tends to become nonverbal after long days or when particularly frustrated. Robin helps with this later in the fic.

Nancy has trouble expressing his own emotions so she is often seen as very calloused/uncaring, which isn’t necessarily true. It does help the monster hunter reputation.

Nancy’s weapons have become outlets for nervous energy and she often stims with them. Nancy twirling silver daggers? Nancy twirling silver daggers.

Nancy can be obsessive about keeping his weapons clean and in good condition.

Nancy obviously has a special interest in the supernatural. His brain is packed full of information about most creatures, their habits, how to find them, and how to kill them. She also really likes flowers and their symbology.

Robin’s special interests lean more toward pop culture, especially the queer music scene and movies.

Robin is diagnosed. The official paperwork is framed like a degree in their bedroom. Nancy moves around too much and has never gotten a diagnosis—but she’s smart enough to suspect.

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

Protective Nancy Wheeler and NFWMB by Hozier about Robin Buckley

But like I’m especially thinking so hard about SSMH au Ronance and monster hunter Nancy being so much of a threat that other hunters decide to leave werewolf Robin the fuck alone 💀 With the bonus “you belong to me” and possessive Nancy Wheeler 👀

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

Assorted sapphic senate monster hunter au hcs I have yet to drop

Vickie identifies as non-binary and uses she/they pronoun

Steve is hard of hearing due to repeated head trauma. He does sometimes wear hearing aids

Jonathan is a trans man

She/he Nancy my beloved

Max and Robin both use all pronouns

And El is non-binary and uses they/them

Werewolf eyes flash gold in moments of high emotion, so stress, anger, happiness, all of the like. It can be suppressed but it’s hard.

Don’t remember mentioning on the previous werewolf post, but extreme emotions or blood can also cause spontaneous shifting, especially when it comes to anger, aggression, possessiveness, stress, and protectiveness

Thinking so hard about giving Nancy a buzz cut actually

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

Ronancetober Day 5: Multiverse

Reflect What You Are, In Case You Don’t Know

(somewhat inspired by I’ll Be Your Mirror by The Velvet Underground)

Something happens in the mirror maze. Robin and Nancy meet other versions of themselves.

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

More random music rambling disguised as analysis incoming:

Doomsday by Lizzy McAlpine x Werewolf Robin/Monster Hunter Nancy

We’re just gonna delve right in <33

Nancy and Robin are stuck in a delicate push and pull dance. Nancy knows that Robin is a monster, and Robin knows the same of Nancy—for different reasons. They should, by all means, hate each other. Especially when Nancy Wheeler decides her next target is the feral werewolf in town—assumed to be one Robin Buckley. But then they meet.

Nancy is quick to realize that Robin is no average werewolf. She’s softer than expected, warmer, kinder, she has a certain charm. She’s not a vicious monster. She’s painfully human.

Robin finds out that Nancy is losing her humanity. She’s been hunting for years on a revenge path that’s been tearing her up for years, leaving an angry husk. She learns pretty early that she is not the monster.

But there’s a weird magnetism between them. Robin is infuriatingly smooth and Nancy is achingly beautiful. Nancy finds it harder and harder to picture sinking her blade into Robin’s heart—she’d rather cradle it in her hands and protect it. Robin knows this woman is death incarnate—her own death, matching steadily closer, but she can’t help but fall for this powerful woman.

Pull the plug in September

I don't want to die in June

I'd like to start planning my funeral

I've got work to do, hmm

Jokes about not wanting to die during Pride month aside—

After weeks of their back and forth, Robin begins to want Nancy to just get it over with. She’s not ready to die, not really. It becomes, “Are you going to kill me tomorrow?” and a promise of, “One more day, Robbie. One more day,” over and over, and it’s tearing her apart. Robin wants to get it over with, because this ache in her chest is killing her slowly, and she’d much prefer the silver dagger. She she agrees. “One more day, Nance.” And one more day after that. Maybe not June. Maybe September. Maybe October. Maybe—Maybe never?

She could only hope.

Pull the plug, make it painless

I don't want a violent end

Don't say that you'll always love me

'Cause you know I'd bleed myself dry for you

Over and over again

Again, Robin is beginning to wish this would just end, one way or another. She’s hurting, and she’s tired of it. She’s tired of sneaking around with Nancy, tired of waiting for the inevitable knife in the back. She doesn’t want to feel the pain anymore—is it so much to ask for an end to it? A painless death at the hands of Nancy Wheeler?

But Nancy swears she loves her, and it only hurts worse, because god if Robin isn’t willing to give every part of herself, to bleed out for this girl.

Doomsday is close at hand

I'll book the marching band

To play as you speak

I’ll feel like throwing up

You'll sit and stare like

A goddamn machine

Robin feels the end approaching. Whether that means another tally on Nancy’s belt, another dead monster, or Nancy leaving her with her broken heart, or maybe, just maybe a happy ending—but no. It’s doomsday. Doomsday is approaching, and one way or another, it’s going to kill her.

And when she tells Nancy she can’t do this anymore, Nancy is… Nancy is cold. Unfeeling. More machine than human. It’s because she’s shoving her own emotions down, of course—Robin knows Nancy, her inability to be vulnerable. She’s heard time and time again how Nancy can’t show emotion in the line of work—but god if it doesn’t hurt.

(insert obligatory marching band Robin joke)

I'd like to plan out my part in this

But you're such a narcissist

You'll probably do it next week

I don't get a choice in the matter

Why would I? It's only the death of me

Only the death of me

Robin can’t help but be bitter. It feels like Nancy is dragging it out, and it’s so fucking cruel. Robin doesn’t feel like she has a say in her own life, her own death anymore. Nancy holds her heart in her teeth, and one way or another, she’s going to crush it.

She’ll die at Nancy’s hands. Maybe by silver dagger or silver bullet—or maybe by the girl doing something so simple as leaving her alive.

If Nancy leaves her, after the way they’ve fallen for each other, she knows she won’t be the same. Hell, the Robin she was before Nancy is already dead.

Pull the plug, but be careful

I don't wanna die too soon

I think there's good in you somewhere

I'll hang on 'til the chaos is through

Despite the pain and the confusion Robin is suffering, she really is in love. Deeply, irrevocably in love with the angel of death, and so despite her want for an end—a small part of her can’t help but want it to draw out more. Every day she wakes up in Nancy’s arms, without that wretched knife in her back, it’s heaven. A small slice of heaven that’s all hers. She hands her heart to Nancy without question, knows the end is inevitable, she’s practically begging for it, but she asks Nancy to be careful.

And this horrible hope begins to burn, literally burn, an angry, all consuming wildfire in her chest that is burning her from the inside out, because she’s in love and Nancy is too, and they’ve both changed. Nancy seems to almost forget her warpath in favor of the stolen moments with Robin, and she’s beginning to see the errors she’s made. Nancy is learning that not all monsters are as they seem—and that she herself isn’t as innocent as she’d like to believe. I just think this line in particular could be either one of them singing to the other. Nancy knows Robin is more than her affliction—she’s a good person. And Robin knows that Nancy is more than a killer. Robin becomes more determined to see this through, to forge ahead through the chaos because maybe, just maybe there’s a light at the end of the tunnel—and not in the sense of heaven after death.

It doesn’t work out.

The death of me was so quiet

No friends and family allowed

Only my murderer, you

And the priest who told you to go to hell

Nancy knows she can’t be feeling this, can’t be getting lost in love with a werewolf. Nancy distances herself a little, focusing her attention back on the hunt for the feral werewolf. It stings. Robin avoids her in turn.

But then the hunt is over, the feral werewolf is dead, and Nancy tries to find Robin, to tell her she’s leaving—she can’t do this anymore—and they fight. Robin calls her out.

Remember this post?

Robin loses it. For the first time ever, she loses control of the wolf. It’s quieter than her normal shifts at first. Silent crying as her bones break and shift, as her form morphs into the ugly beast she knows Nancy hates, the monster she tries so hard to keep inside herself, forced out by the very girl who feared this would happen. She knows Nancy will kill her now, will sink her dagger into Robin’s fur covered chest and twist it until Robin bled out on the ground. It’s Nancy’s fault, really. Her murderer. Does that make Robin the priest? Maybe. Or maybe it’s Nancy’s guilt. Perhaps it’s both.

And the funny thing is I would've married you

If you'd have stuck around

I feel more free than I have in years

Six feet in the ground

It’s true. Robin is head over heels for Nancy fucking Wheeler. Nancy Wheeler, the priss. Nancy Wheeler, the monster killer. Nancy Wheeler, her own death in human form. She would have married her in an instant, but instead she knows that it won’t end that way. Not with a gold wedding band, but with a silver noose around her neck, choking those traces of desperate love from her.

And it’s freeing, really. Knowing her death is inevitable, that in moments, Nancy Wheeler will march through the door and plunge a dagger into her heart. She’ll finally be free of this goddamn ache in her chest—and really, maybe the dagger has been there all along, in the form of this torturous doomed romance.

But it doesn’t come. Instead, Nancy opens the door—she heard the shift, of course—and she sees all 8 feet of Robin, her hooked claws and elongated fangs, the sharp golden eyes. She sees a monster, but… She sees Robin. Fucking Robin Buckley. She can’t do it.

She’ll step closer, put a hand out to the beast. Robin will growl at her, but she won’t care. She’ll caress the wolf’s nose, cup a hand against her face. The silver dagger will clatter to the ground as she stares into golden eyes that hold so much pain and love and anger and guilt will choke her.

She’ll cradle Robin’s broad head in gentle, bloodstained hands, and she’ll place a soft kiss on her forehead, and she’ll whisper “I’m sorry,” over and over until Robin comes back to her.

No killing blow is struck, but death happens. It isn’t the way Robin imagines it. It isn’t her life force bleeding out on the carpet, but the anger, the pain, it’s leaking out of her at the seems, rolling down her cheeks in bittersweet tears. A different body will hit the floor—that of the monster hunter, leaving behind the human girl she inhabited. Again Nancy will apologize and pull her in for a kiss.

And Robin will know this is the end—not her death, but Nancy Wheeler’s, and it was caused at her own bloody claws. But it was a death that needed to happen.

Doomsday is here, and it looks not like another mounted werewolf head, but like two broken girls embracing each other with acceptance.

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

Me, asking the Tumblr.com mutuals to ask me about why I chose certain songs on my fic playlists:

So anyway:

run away (crying to your soul)

somehow i’d be doing alright (if it wasn’t for the nights) (this one admittedly wasn’t super thought through, I just added songs with reckless abandon)

she will pull the trigger on you (and the trigger is of love)

Ronancetober 2022

Future Wild West WIP

Various songs I’d like to write fics about