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[wildestflowrs]

A little bit of Ronance angst (with a fluff ending, I’m not a monster) because I love to make myself sad.

This is the ficlet I was referring to in this post 👀

Word count: 2,078

This isn’t right. They never fight , not this badly anyway, not this painfully.

It starts over such a stupid thing, too; a phone call from Steve.

Robin walks into the kitchen after putting the phone down, Nancy humming and hovering around the stove cooking one of their favourites; chicken Alfredo pasta. She hears Robin sigh and take a seat on the counter and looks up, finding her girlfriend with a pensive look.

“What were you and Steve talking about?” Nancy tries to lighten the mood, that had suddenly become weirdly tense, like clouds going grey before it storms.

“It’s nothing, Nance,” Robin mumbles, “dinner smells great though,”

There’s a minute or two of strained silence before Nancy breaks it again.

“Is everything alright, Rob?”

Robin snaps, “I told you, it’s fine, Nancy,”

Taken aback, Nancy puts down the wooden spoon she’s stirring the pasta with and gives Robin a look, crossing her arms. There’s something Robin’s not telling her, something bothering her and it’s driving Nancy mad that her girlfriend won’t let her help.

“Rob,” she says, in more of a stern tone than she intended.

“Nance, don’t push it, alright?” Robin’s voice is slightly raised, and she gets off the counter and storms off to the bedroom.

Later, they eat dinner in silence, the only conversation between them a muttered ‘thank you’ from Robin and Nancy’s quiet ‘you’re welcome’ in response. It feels unnatural, almost unreal that the atmosphere around them is so vastly different than when it usually is. The tension only builds, like a fraying rope pulled taut. It’s when they are washing up that the rope snaps.

Robin’s just finished drying a plate, walking over to the cupboard to put it away when Nancy hears it shatter. She flicks around, and Robin is on the floor, scraping pieces of porcelain into her hands.

“Rob, don’t, you’ll hurt yourse-”

“Just leave me be, Nance, god,”

Nancy snaps back, “What’s up with you? You’ve been off since you called Steve, and for whatever reason you’re adamant on not telling me what’s wrong!” She’s louder than she anticipated, and falters slightly, after pang of guilt for shouting at her girlfriend.

“Maybe I wouldn’t be in such a bad mood if you didn’t keep poking at something that doesn’t concern you!” Robin’s yelling now, and this time Nancy doesn’t hesitate to reciprocate the volume.

“Doesn’t concern me? I’m your girlfriend, Rob, and if you’re not okay then I want to be able to help!”

“Well, you’re not helping,” Robin stands, leaving the porcelain in a pile on the floor, “I don’t need you to help and I don’t want you to help, so keep your nose out of it,”

Nancy just stands there, silent, so Robin continues. “Steve and I have been through shit, shit you won’t understand. You don’t have to know the ins and outs of everything, Jesus, Nancy,” Regret twinges in Robin’s gut.

The words sting like cleaning a fresh cut, but Nancy doesn’t waver; rubbing salt in the wound. “Oh, well if you can’t confide in me why don’t you go to Steve’s? I’m sure he’d love to deal with your bullshit just like he always does, because you don’t seem to trust me enough for that,”

“Trust? I’ve trusted you, followed all of your crazy shots in the dark and dumb plans, never questioning your judgement, but I don’t share one thing with you and you freak the fuck out,”

Nancy’s face is hot, her eyes sting, “Robin, you’re being such an asshole,” She takes a step towards her girlfriend, “I’m sorry my concern for you is imposing on all the ‘shit’ you and Steve have been through, must be too much for me considering I’ve been dealing with ‘shit’ for twice as long as you have,”

“It’s personal, Nancy, I don’t push you to talk about Henry, or the hospital, or Barb!” Robin knows it’s a low blow, feels guilt seeping out of her gut as soon as the words leave her mouth. She bites her tongue so hard she can faintly taste blood.

Nancy’s gaze is glued to the floor, her fists clenched so tight that her knuckles are white. “You need to go,”

Robin steps forward tentatively, trying to reach out to cup Nancy’s cheek, “Nance, I didn’t mean-“

“Don’t,” Nancy bats Robin’s hand away, giving her a hard glare. Her eyes are glossy with unshed tears and her lip is trembling. “Just go to Steve’s,”

Robin isn’t sure why she bites back. “Don’t you worry, sweetheart, I’m going to Steve’s,” Robin storms out of the kitchen, blinking back tears, slipping on her shoes, “Go cry to one of your exes about it, sorry I’m occupying one of them,”

“Fuck. You.”

Robin leaves the apartment, swinging the door shut behind her, and Nancy breaks. Hot tears stream down her cheeks and she just stands there, dumbfounded, staring at the door as if Robin’s coming back. Begging her silently to come back.

She finds herself wandering back to the kitchen, getting out a brush and pan and sweeping the broken bits of plate up. She doesn’t know how long she stays in the kitchen; sat on the counter and biting at the skin around her fingernails, reaching to pick up the phone off the wall only to hesitate and draw her hand back. Crying until she can hardly feel the tears running down her face or hear her nose sniffling.

When she finally brings herself to pick up the phone, after taking a long shower and mulling everything thing over. She’s promised herself, swore to herself since 1983 that she would always check up after a fight, since ‘84 she’s promised to never leave a fight unresolved. The phone rings three times before someone picks up.

“Munson residence, whaddya want?”

“Eddie?”

There’s a quiet gasp and a pause from the phone. “Nance? Hey, Robin came round earlier, is everything okay?”

“Honestly? No,” her voice cracks and she lets out a small sob.

“Woah, hey, Robin’s still here, she’s been talking to Steve all night, do you want me to-“

“No, no, I’ll uh, I’ll come and pick her up,” Nancy sniffles.

“Aright, just letting you know she’s probably a little tipsy,” Eddie says, “I’ll keep an eye on her and make sure she isn’t too drunk before you come around,”

“Thanks, Ed, see you soon,”

“See ya, Nance,”

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Robin sniffles and Steve passes her a tissue.

“Fuck, I know she was just trying to like, let me know I could be open with her but I just can’t bring myself to, y’know?” Robin blows her nose and Steve nods along.

Robin continues, “And I don’t want her worrying because she’s doing so well at her new job and she doesn’t need that, plus I don’t think I’m ready to talk about with her, it’ll just be like reliving it all over again,”

“Why didn’t you tell her that then?” Steve is holding her hand, the way they always do when they have heart-to-hearts.

“Agh, I guess I was burnt out after talking to you in the phone? And she kept trying to check on me and I just got so frustrated,” She often feels that way; frustration stemming from exhaustion, or the lights being too bright, or being able to feel her clothes against her skin, or a sound she doesn’t like. “It’s no excuse though, I was being such an ass and I just couldn’t shut up and I was horrible to her, Steve,”

“And I might have made a comment about Barb,” Robin mumbles, the guilt and regret returning in a wave.

“Rob, that’s not okay, you need to apologise to her,” Steve takes a serious tone. Steve knows how the guilt over Barb’s death feels, to a certain extent; she died in his pool, while he and Nancy were upstairs, not bothering to check on Barb. He wasn’t ever able to swim in the pool alone again, especially when it was dark. It’s one of the reasons he was so eager to move out as soon as he got enough money.

But whatever guilt he felt, Nancy felt tenfold; it had destroyed her, she could hardly live with it sometimes, Robin knew well too.

“I don’t think she wants to see me right now,” Robin’s lip wobbles and she starts crying again, “Fuck, I love her so much, man, and I’ve screwed it all up because I was being a stubborn piece of shit,”

“Robin, hey,” Steve soothes, wrapping his arms around her in a hug, “You haven’t screwed it up, you underestimate how much Nancy loves you too; the best thing for you to do is apologise, and she should too,”

There’s a knock on the living room door.

“Eds, you can come in, love” Steve says after sharing a look with Robin to make sure she doesn’t mind his boyfriend walking in on her relationship crisis.

“Well uh, actually, Stevie, we have a guest,” Eddie’s comes in followed by another, shorter head of brown curls, paired with a tear-stained face and a sniffly nose.

The four are silent, the atmosphere thick with tension. Not the same tension as when Robin and Nancy were arguing; that was like the feeling after lightning had just struck, like rolling thunder. This tension was heavy like fog; gloomy and confusing and lost.

“We’ll let you two talk,” Steve says, getting up and exiting the room with Eddie. He closes the door quietly behind them, leaving Nancy stood staring at Robin with glossy eyes. Robin opens her mouth to say something but Nancy speaks first.

“Robbie, I’m so sorry,” she walks over to the couch and sits down next to Robin, leaving a foot or so’s distance between them, “I shouldn’t have pushed your boundaries and I-”

“Nance, stop,” Robin mutters, “I should be apologising; I snapped and shouted at you and took my emotions out on you and it wasn’t okay,” She doesn’t bother to wipe her tears now.

“Baby, don’t cry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Nancy shuffles closer, and goes to hug Robin but hesitates. The two make eye contact and Robin nods, wordlessly letting Nancy know that it’s okay. Nancy wraps her arms around her tight, burying her head in the crook of Robin’s neck. Robin rests her head in Nancy’s hair, rubbing circles on the small of Nancy’s back.

“I’m sorry I was keeping stuff from you, I get that you were only trying to help,”

Nancy sniffles. “I’m sorry I was invasive, you and Steve are super close and I shouldn’t have been jealous of that; whatever it is you have no obligation to tell me, unless you’re ready,”

They hug quietly for a minute or so, until Robin Puls back slightly so she can look Nancy in the eye, “Also, what I said - about Barb - that was a low blow, and I’m so sorry, Nance, god, I’m sorry,”

“Thanks, Rob,” Nancy gives her a watery smile and cups her cheek, “I think we can agree we both said awful things, darling, but… are we okay?”

Robin lets out a raspy laugh and kisses Nancy’s forehead. “Yeah, we’re okay,”

They say their goodbyes (and thank yous) to Steve and Eddie - ‘cause hell, what would they do without them - and drive home listening to the mixtape they made for their first year anniversary. They sing along to every track, laughing and grinning like idiots. When they get home, they get changed and curl up in bed, not sleeping but just being together, cuddling and relaxing In each other’s presence.

“Nance?” Robin breaks the silence.

“Yeah Rob?”

“I think I’m ready to talk about it,”

“Are you sure, my love?”

She nods. She tells Nancy about her encounter in the Russian base, in that summer of ‘85 years ago now, beneath the Starcourt Mall; about the interrogation, the drugs, breaking out. Nancy was shocked - she’d known the basics of what happened but never the full, traumatising account Robin gave her, but she listened; she let Robin cry into her shoulder when she needed to, reminded her she could stop whenever she wanted, that she was here and not going anywhere.

“I’m so sorry, my sunshine, I’m sorry that all happened to you,” Nancy says, swiping away one of Robin’s tears with her thumb.

“Thanks Nance, for listening,” Robin snuffles, “I love you,”

“I love you too, so much,”

[wildestflowrs]

🍂Ronancetober Day 12: Autumn🧣

Cozy Day

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Robin stirs slowly on a hazy October morning, golden sunrise peeking through the shitty curtains. Nancy shuffles in her arms, and Robin is mesmerized as she watches her girlfriend’s eyes flutter open; gazing at her long eyelashes, cute nose and perfect jawline she could kiss forever.

Nancy turns over to face her, smiling sleepily.

“Hey, Robbie,” she presses a quick kiss to Robin’s lips that warms her entire body.

“Good morning, darling,” Robin gives her a lopsided smile and kisses her again, more deeply this time, Nancy sliding over to lay more on top of her.

They break apart, and Robin lets out a breathless laugh, “I could lay here with you all day,”

Nancy kisses her forehead, “I know, sweetheart, but we’ve got to go grocery shopping today,”

“Yes, my love,” Robin smirks, “but once we’ve done that-“

“We can stay in all day and watch movies,”

“Breakfast smells nice, Rob,”

“It’s almost done, could you get a couple plates out, my lovely?”

They eat breakfast and tidy up together, exchanging kisses and gentle touches as they flit around the kitchen, a record humming quietly.

They eat breakfast and tidy up together, exchanging kisses and gentle touches as they flit around the kitchen, a record humming quietly.

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“Don’t forget your gloves, Rob,” Nancy says as she wraps a scarf around her own neck and Robin shrugs a thick coat over her shoulders.

“We’re going to walk to the store?”

Nancy smiles, “It’s a lovely day, I thought we could have a stroll through the park as well,”

Robin nods in agreement and slips on her gloves, wrapping an arm around Nancy’s waist as they walk out of their apartment; an action that still makes Nancy’s heart flutter even after all these years.

The park is abundant with fiery shades of yellow, orange and red as the pair stroll down winding paths arm in arm. Their breath is visible in the Autumn chill, but Robin is warm and comforting at Nancy’s side, the sound of her sweet laughter helping her ward off the cold.

“Did I ever tell you how cute you look in a knitted hat, Nance?”

“Almost every time I wear one,”

“Yeah, ‘cus it’s true,” Robin pecks a kiss to her forehead, safe and peaceful in the otherwise empty park, and Nancy pulls her in for a kiss on the lips.

“I’m loving the affection today, darling,” Robin whispers, quiet enough for them just to hear.

Nancy leans her head on Robin’s shoulders as they walk. “Then you better hope I make a habit out of it, Robbie,”

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They buy their groceries (as well as a considerable amount of snacks encouraged by Robin) and return home, cheeks red from the cold and slightly sniffly noses. They waste no time putting away groceries before slipping into comfy clothes and snuggling up on the couch, a blanket wrapped around them, Nancy’s head nestled into Robin’s chest. In the background, Little Shop of Horrors plays - the third or fourth movie of ‘Robin’s Halloween Marathon’ - but Robin’s too busy fighting nodding off to pay much attention to it.

She takes a look down at Nancy, who she finds dozing, and runs a hand through her girlfriend’s curls, counting the moles and freckles on her face and neck like stars.

“Robbie, relax,” Nancy murmurs, taking Robin’s hand in her own, “You’re safe and I'm here and I love you,”

Nancy brings Robin’s knuckles to her lips and kisses them gently, and the other woman lets herself sleep barely two minutes later, tangled on the couch Nancy, warm and content as she ever had been, the golden sunset peeking through their shitty curtains on a hazy October evening.

[wildestflowrs]

🎤Ronancetober Day 5: Multiverse📝

Is it alright to feel this way so early?

She doesn’t like reporters, They’re intrusive and irritating and seems to do their best to interpret her answers to their questions completely wrong. This is why she banned reporters at her performances; no annoying journalists, no wicked photographers aside from the ones she hired herself.

“Thank you, everyone! Good night!” Robin blows a kiss to the audience and waves as she walks off stage. She passes the mic to one of the stagehands and heads to her dressing room, closing the door and sighing. She then wipes her face with a towel and slumps onto the couch. She loves performing, she really does, but it’s been difficult lately; since she publicly announced her breakup with her girlfriend Vickie - another singer - she’d received backlash online and in person.

She gets up and looks through her closet for something more comfortable to wear, deciding on some sweatpants and a sweater. She walks over to the folding screen to get changed and-

“Holy shit,” she practically jumps out of her skin when she finds a woman standing behind the partition, “who the hell are you?”

The curly-haired woman chuckles nervously, “I’m Nancy Wheeler?”

“Did we have an appointment? Sorry, I’ve just been kinda forgetful lately-,” Robin pinches the bridge of her nose.

“Well, uh, no,” Nancy says, and Robin’s jaw sets as she pulls a little notepad out of her pocket and untucks a pen from behind her ear.

“Nope, I don’t speak to reporters, bye,” Robin turns, but the woman grabs her arm.

“Wait!” Robin turns back around reluctantly; the reporter’s striking blue eyes meet hers, “People have been giving you a real hard time lately and I wanted to give a real, honest perspective,”

Robin knows how she feels about journalists, but this gorgeous woman is looking up at her with such determination and her soft hand still lingers around Robin's wrist.

“Fine,” Robin gives in, “but any overstepping and I’m done,”

“That’s perfectly fine,” Nancy smiles and walks off to the couch, “I’ll let you get changed,”

Soon Robin’s sat on her couch next to a cute reporter quickly scribbling things down while she talks, trying not to stare too much when Nancy tucks a strand of her behind her ear, looking up and Robin and grinning after something she had just said.

“I mean, I loved collaborating with Steve and his band, but I just know there’s always gonna be a prank; he’s been doing this for years, you know, we’ve been best friends since college,” a grin tugs at Robin’s mouth.

“What prank did they pull?” Nancy looks up from her notes, genuine interest on her face.

“Swapped my toothpaste for lotion,” Robin laughs a little at the memory, “my mouth tasted like lavender the whole day,”

Nancy laughs too; the sound is sweet as honey to Robin’s ears, clear and purely joyful.

They talk for hours, questions turn into friendly conversation, and the notepad and pen have been abandoned on the coffee table as Robin eventually tries to move closer to the journalist little by little.

They’re sat so close now they’re almost touching, and their hands keep brushing together where they rest on the couch, making Robin’s heart give a flutter every time. Her eyes keep flicking to the speckling of moles on the girl’s hands, following the trail up her arms and to her face, stopping at her jaw when Nancy asks her a question.

“Do you… ever wish for something more?”

That makes Robin wonder. She’s happy perusing music, right? She has friends, more than enough money to get by, enjoys songwriting and playing and singing but; part of her still craves something more.

She thought she could find more with Vickie; they’d met at an awards evening and started hanging out afterward. Hangouts turned into going out on dates and soon they were one of the internet’s favorite celebrity couples. And it was nice, people loved that Vickie and Robin were together, Robin was glad they were together.

But something about their relationship felt artificial. Like they were pressured to date because they were two queer celebrities who started getting close. Like the reality of their picture-perfect relationship stopped at the pictures caught of them walking had-in-hand in the street or sharing food at a restaurant. With Nancy, however…

The reporter’s fingers intertwine with Robin’s.

“I suppose so,” Robin offers a slow, quiet reply, “I guess… it’s difficult to tell what’s real and what’s fake when it comes to relationships with people,”

“Is this real?” Nancy asks almost shyly, those sapphire blue eyes looking up at Robin.

“I think so,”

Robin leans in first, slowly, but Nancy quickly closes the space between them and this kiss feels like magic. It feels more real than anything else Robin has experienced; as if they were meant to meet, meant to find whatever this blossoming feeling was, under any circumstances.

But for now, it was new, and they pulled away to catch their breaths and take the other in. Their hands are still intertwined on the couch, fitting together perfectly and feeling so right and real and it makes Robin want to kiss Nancy all over again.

But, they start off slow; little dates away from paparazzi and expectations, tucked away on little picnics or watching movies snuggled up next to eachother. Nancy relishes in watching Robin write her music, helping her find the right lyrics and singing along with her. Robin gets up each morning with Nancy to make her coffee while she stews over her next article.

Robin becomes familiar with the moles that scattered across Nancy’s person, her curls and the way she styles them, the depth of her eyes, and the love they looked at her with, just as they had done many times before.

Robin Buckley is sure she was meant to meet Nancy Wheeler, in any universe.

The fic and title totally aren’t inspired by Softly by Clairo /sarc

[wildestflowrs]

🌷Ronancetober Day 7 : Sapphic Senate 🎀

She’s a Sapphic

“I don’t know how much longer I can bear with this party, V,”

Robin itches and pulls at the collar of her dress. It isn’t something she would usually wear, that much is obvious; normally she’d go for some smart pants, a shirt, a waistcoat and her favorite boots, not this lacy, frilly dress with a corset that was suffocating her. At least she got to wear her favorite boots though.

“Well, once we find Chrissy we can get out of here and slope off to the gardens,” Vickie drags her by the hand, holding up her own dress in the other so as not to trip on it.

Robin groans, trudging along with her friend through the bustling bodies across the ballroom, until the entire party comes to a standstill at the sound of fanfare.

“Someone’s arriving late,” Robin mutters to Vickie, who laughs quietly in return.

“Her Highness, Crown Princess Nancy,” a servant announces as the doors open, revealing a beautiful girl in a ball gown, a glittering tiara sitting atop a halo of chestnut curls. Her gown spills out around her, a lovely shade of lavender, shimmering beneath the light of the chandeliers.

Robin stares in awe; she’d heard of the Princess of the Hawkins Dynasty’s beauty but had yet to see her in person until now. She was stunning, and though Robin hates to admit it, she was perhaps slightly less bored with the party.

“Rob, come on, I think I just saw Chris over there,” Vickie tugs at her hand again as the party comes back to life, the music strikes up again and conversations lap over each other like waves.

“Oh, hello you two,” Chrissy greets them with a mouthful of a small cake, “I thought I told you I was getting food?”

Vickie gives an exasperated sigh, though still fond, “Chris, you wandered off, darling, you must have forgotten to tell us,”

“Oh, well you must try these, they’re divine,” she picks up another cake and holds it for Vickie to take a bite. The pair smile and giggle at each other, and to any passer-by, it would look like two good friends, but Robin knows that they have something more.

Robin doesn’t hate them for it, no; in fact, she herself doesn’t wish to court any men anytime soon. However, it does hurt a little bit, seeing her two best friends being in love, and having no girl of her own to love. Knowing that there were few other girls like her out there.

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Nancy hadn’t particularly planned on attending this ball, but her father made some fuss about upholding a good social reputation instead of ‘shutting herself off from the world’. So, out of spite, she arrived nearly two hours late and wore a dress with low shoulders that she knew he found outrageous.

She was eager to get the usual (un)pleasantries out of the way; greeting people, pretending to care about gossip and business proposals or whatever these pompous idiots were blathering in about this time. She just smiled and nodded along politely, commenting on this and that but not too much to seem judgemental.

Sighing in relief when she finally manages to slip away from a conversation with some Viscount’s son - James or Jason - who had been larking on about his travels warding off demons or some such nonsense. She escapes to the side of the room, and a butler passes by her and offers her a glass of wine. She’s never particularly liked wine, but takes it anyway, and barely manages one sip before making a face at the taste.

“I’m not one for wine either,” a girl beside her says. She’s slouching against the wall and has her own almost full glass of wine in one hand, “but I just feel so rude saying no when they offer you a glass, you know?”

The girl takes a sip and gags, swallowing and sticking out her tongue in disgust. Nancy laughs and takes a few steps closer, taking the girl in. She’s tall, nearly gangly, but has a faint aura of elegance and confidence that seems confined by her ballgown - which she regularly tugs at or shifts around in. Her hair is honey-brown and short, cut daringly above her shoulders, framing her face beautifully. She has freckles; faded, Nancy assumes from the shift from summer to fall, and ocean-blue eyes.

Of all the people here tonight, this girl is the only one to truly catch Nancy’s eye.

Nancy’s well aware that she has no interest in romantic endeavors with men, far favoring the idea of a beautiful woman in her future, and she’s been comfortable with this fact for a long time. Hardly anyone knows, of course; if people found out that the Crown Princess was a sapphic- the scandal! She’s only confided this part of herself in her closest friends: Steven, now Head Knight and the one who secretly trained her in sword fighting and archery; Jonathan, a border guard’s son and her best friend since childhood; and Barb, her first love, and also her first loss.

She hadn’t had much luck finding another woman like her, but she tried her best to give subtle hints that one might pick up on, such as wearing a sprig of lavender or a violet pinned to her dress, and wearing purple wherever she can.

She’s about to continue talking to the tall girl when the band strikes up into a waltz, and party guests shuffle to find a partner and head to dance. A boy walks up to the tall girl, fumbling with his words.

“H-hello, Lady Robin, would you- would you dance with me?”

The girl - Robin, what a beautiful name - looks uncomfortable, and makes eye contact with Nancy.

“I do apologize, sir,” Nancy steps forward between the two, letting her hand slip into Robin’s, “but I’m afraid Lady Robin and I were going to dance together,”

The boy looks defeated, sighs, and walks away. Well, there’s no going back now. Nancy tugs Robin along to the center of the room, gasps and hushed words of surprise following them as the Crown Princess begins to dance with another woman. Even the band slows, but after a pointed glance from the Princess they get back to playing a waltz, and Nancy begins to move, a hand around Robin’s waist and the other intertwined with one of the other woman’s hands.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Robin mumbled shyly, pink rising in her cheeks. Nancy twirls her and brings her back in, closer than before.

“I was planning to anyway,” a playful grin tugs at Nancy’s lips, “besides, you’re quite radiant,”

Robin is rendered speechless at this, opening her mouth and closing it again silently. Nancy giggles and the other girl’s ears twinge pink.

“I don’t mean to embarrass you, my dear,” Nancy whispers, “but I must say so far I find myself quite fond of you, Lady Robin,”

She dips Robin now, and the taller girl grips tighter on Nancy’s shoulder. She gives the princess a dumbfounded look before laughing quietly, raspy and sweet.

“I think you’re rather alluring yourself, your highness,” Robin’s voice is shaky, but she nibbles at her bottom lip and Nancy barely stops herself from kissing her right there and then. She brings Robin back up, spinning her and when they come back together there’s hardly any space between them.

“By the way, I adore the violet, Princess,”

Nancy flushes, internally celebrating her success. This girl must be like her, right? She hardly would have pointed out the violet or called her ‘alluring’ if she wasn’t.

She’s about to suggest that they slip away from the party when the dance calls for a partner change, and to her surprise, she ends up with a redhead girl. As they change partners, the girl seems to say something to Robin, smiling as she watches the other woman pair off with another girl she seems to know with reddish-blonde hair pulled back into a bun.

“I love the flower, your highness,” the redhead smiles, “are you-“

“Yes,” Nancy smiles sheepishly, and the other woman nods.

“Don’t worry, I am too,” the girl grins like a schoolgirl, “I’m Victoria, but I prefer Vickie,”

Nancy twirls Vickie and tries to snatch a glance at Robin, who is talking to her new dance partner.

“Don’t worry about her,” Vickie seems to have noticed Nancy’s not-so-sneaky glances, “Me and Christine - Chrissy - we’re uh,” she lowers her voice ever so slightly, “courting, if you will,”

“Oh, right,” Nancy's cheeks warm and she feels embarrassed for being so possessive over a girl she’s just met.

“However, if you hurt Robin, I won’t hesitate to break you,” Vickie’s tone takes a solemn turn, “she’s a very good friend of mine, and I don’t care that you’re royalty - she comes first,”

“I promise I have no intention to hurt her,”

Vickie smiles. “Then that’s fine by me; go get her, princess,”

Another partner switch commences, and Nancy finds herself back dancing with one Lady Robin.

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Robin had spied Vickie and Chrissy dancing next to her and the princess from the beginning of the dance, and knew they must be plotting something. So, when the time came to switch partners, Robin wasn’t so shocked to find herself partnered up with Chrissy, and to see Vickie sliding in to dance with Nancy.

“Alright, what’re you two scheming?”

Chrissy fights to hold back a grin, but Robin can tell immediately that she’s onto them, “Nothing! What a coincidence we ended up dancing together though,”

Robin gives Chrissy a deadpan look and she caves.

“V saw the way you and the Princess were getting all flirtatious and decided we should let her know the ground rules,” Chrissy word vomits, talking faster with each word, “we just don’t want you to get hurt, Rob - you know what those royals are like, thinking they can pick people up and throw ‘em away just as easily-“

“Nancy’s not like that,” Robin interrupts timidly, her ears turning red.

Chrissy gives her a look. “Robin, you’ve only just met her, we’re just looking out for you is all. Plus, Vickie really wanted to give some shovel talk to the Princess,”

“Thanks for looking out for me, Chris,” Robin beams at her friend, who smiles back fondly.

“It seems about time you get back to your Princess, hm?”

And before Robin knows it she’s back in the arms of Princess Nancy.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

After the waltz ends, Robin and Nancy sneak off the Manor House’s gardens, wandering through the fresh-cut foliage in the silver moonlight. Robin looks even more gorgeous in this light, Nancy decides, the opalescent glow practically making the girl shimmer.

They sit with one of their hands each intertwined, Nancy resting her head on Robin’s chest while the girl talks animatedly. Nancy can’t help but adore the way she rambles on, so immersed in the topic she’s talking about, expressing so much passion through her hand gestures.

She looks up at Robin’s face, bathed in the moonlight, and cups her cheek in her free hand. Robin leans into the touch, a gentle smile playing at her lips and Nancy can’t take it anymore. She kisses Robin, there and then, beginning soft until she shifts herself to be sat in Robin’s lap and deepens the kiss.

When they break apart Robin gives a lopsided grin, stunned slightly. “You know, that was my first kiss,”

“How did you find it?” Nancy kisses Robin quickly on the lips again.

“Wonderful,”

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❤️‍🩹Ronancetober Day 6: Superhero/Superpowers⚡️

Do you know I’m hurting?

“Robbie, I’m home,” Nancy greets as she kicks off her shoes and hangs her coat on its hook by the door, “Robbie?”

She hears movement in the bathroom and tenses as she moves towards the door, summoning that familiar feeling in her palm and fingertips just in case. She opens it quickly, sending a towel flying across the room towards a fumbling person sitting on the counter who disappears before her eyes.

“Nance! Nance, it’s me, sweetheart,” Robin takes the towel off of her head and returns to a visible state, holding her hands up innocently. Nancy lowers the little potted plant she had floating a few feet away from Robin slowly and rushes over to her girlfriend.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, Rob, I didn’t know it was yo-” she wraps her arms around her girlfriend and pauses when she feels Robin wince, “Robbie, are you hurt?”

Robin sucks in a breath. “I mean, it’s not that bad, I can really patch it up myself, I’ll go to the kitchen and you can shower and-“

She lets out a hiss of pain as Nancy moves away the towel Robin had been using to conceal the gashes that cut across her yellow suit, now stained a sickening shade of red.

“Rob,” Nancy furrows her brow and looks from the cuts to her girlfriend’s face. Robin gulps.

Wordlessly, Nancy unzips the back of the suit and pulls it down off of Robin’s arms and torso so she can clean the wounds. She wets a cloth and gets to gently dabbing the gashes, and Robin does her best not to wince. Nancy takes extra care when disinfecting the wounds - the process all too familiar - each touch tender and loving despite the fact that she was silently fuming.

“I’m… I’m sorry I tried to hide - this - from you,” Robin says finally, “I didn’t want to worry, my love,”

Nancy gives her a conflicted look - not sure whether she should still be mad or forgive her girlfriend, but when she sees Robin’s face (an expression adjacent to a kicked puppy) she melts. She presses a light kiss on Robin’s forehead.

“My darling, I will always worry about you,” she says as she brings the first aid kit floating into the room, “but I’ll worry more if I don’t know that you’re okay; so just promise me, always tell me when you’re hurt, okay? We do this together, and you can’t help people if you’re bleeding out,”

Robin gives a lopsided smile, “I promise,”

//

“NO!”

The explosion makes Robin’s ears ring and her vision clouded as she sprints towards where Nancy was, practically at the brunt of the blast. She finds her limp and bloody, nearly covered in rubble, her mask almost entirely gone.

“Nancy? NANCE!” She drops down to her side and starts moving the rubble from on top of her, pulling Nancy’s limp body to rest in her arms.

Nancy stirs slowly, biting hard on the inside of her cheek and wincing. She looks up at Robin, pained and trying her best to smile for her girlfriend’s sake.

“Hh-hey, Robbie, are you hurt?” Nancy rasps, slowly bringing up a hand to hold Robin’s cheek.

“Seriously, Nancy?” Robin half laughs in an attempt to hold back a sob, “No, love, I’m not hurt,”

“Good…” Nancy Fades for a moment before starting back awake, “Robin, I think I’m hurt,”

Robin doesn’t hold back the tears anymore, “yes, sweetheart, you really are, but you’re gonna be okay,”

Hot tears drop down onto Nancy’s face, making streaks on her dirt-caked cheeks and mingling with Nancy’s own tears.

Robin scoops Nancy up in her arms and Nancy cries out in pain, one hand clutching her torso and the other digging nails deep into Robin’s shoulder.

“Please, Rob, it hurts,”

“I know, Nance, but we’ve gotta get you to a hospital, my love,”

“Okay, okay…” Nancy sucks in a breath and lets Robin carry her, fighting the lull of sleep beckoning her by listening to her girlfriend ramble nervously. Sirens wail and she hears camera shutters, and the pain is becoming too much and she’s so tired-

Nancy goes limp in Robin’s arms and Robin lets out a choked sob, “come on, Nancy, hang in there, please,”

She’s running now, towards the cluster of ambulances, trying to ignore the growing blotches of red seeping through Nancy’s suit. There’s quickly growing crowd behind police tape, pushing and shoving holding cameras to get a good shot. Robin shouts for help to anyone who will listen, and a pair of paramedics rush up to her with a stretcher and help her put Nancy down.

Robin doesn’t let go of her hand from the ride to the hospital until she’s rushed off into surgery. She’s taken for questioning during this time, in a little room in the hospital cleared out by the police, but she hardly pays attention.

She leaves immediately after a nurse comes in to say that Nancy’s out of surgery, pushing past the police with ease and slipping away, invisible, to see her girlfriend.

//

Nancy wakes to the sound of a monotonous beeping.

She tries to sit up but finds that her body aches and she can hardly move.

“Hey, hey,” a quiet voice comes from the side of her, and she feels a hand squeeze hers; Robin, “you need to rest, lovely,”

“Are you okay, Rob?” Her voice comes out harsh and hoarse. Robin chuckles.

“You’ve got to stop doing that, Nance,” she presses a kiss to her forehead, and then her lips, gentle and slow, even though it only lasts a few seconds. “Get some rest, darling, I’ll be right here when you wake up,”

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🪓Ronancetober Day 4: Horror Movie AU🏕️

Hide and Seek

Nancy’s heart is racing. Pressed up against the wall in a closet, hiding behind shirts and pants next to Robin Buckley, of all people, and Max Mayfield.

She took on a job as camp counsellor at a summer camp because she thought she might be able to save a little money before her senior year - her internship at the Hawkins post hadn’t worked out, and the mall fire had eliminated most of the summer jobs she could get aside from running kids craft time at Camp Crawley, so she took the job and thought she’d be spending her summer bored out of her mind and being annoyed by kids.

Being witness to murder and running away from a serial killer certainly wasn’t what she expected.

The three of them barely make a noise; they could hardly notice their own breathing. Robin’s knees and hands where covered in dirt from tripping and stumbling while they were running, and Nancy’s pretty sure Max’s arm is broken, the murderer having hit it with the handle of his axe while he was trying to kill her; breaking each limb until he sank his axe into her chest, just like he had done to his other victims the past few hours. Barbara, Chrissy, Fred, Patrick- all of them gone. Robin and Nancy had got there just in time to help Max, scoring Nancy a nasty slash on her arm and cheek.

They were all alone out here; the phone lines had been cut off, the only car on camp was broken down and it would take hours for someone to walk back to Hawkins to get help, if they made it out of the camp.

Nancy holds her breath when she hears the canon door creak open, heavy footsteps thudding on the wooden floor. Max looks horrified, and Robin closes her eyes, a few tears streaking down her cheeks.

The footsteps stop outside the closet door, and Nancy almost screams, biting down hard at the inside of her cheek to prevent any noise escaping her.

A hand rests on the doorknob.

This is it. She’s going to die at a summer camp with Robin Buckley and her little brother’s friend, never getting to say goodbye to her mom or Mike or Holly. Her final moments being spent in fear with a pretty girl she just met and a kid she felt so protective over now.

She spares a final glance at Max and Robin, who seem to have had the same realisation as her that this is the end.

Or apparently not.

As soon as the door opens Robin launches herself at the figure, tackling him to the ground, his axe slipping out of his grip and sliding across the floor.

“Nancy, get it!” Robin screams, doing her best to hold the man down.

Nancy scrambles to get the axe, and Max is helping Robin to keep the killer on the ground. He lashes out, kicking Max off of him with a grunt, sending her flailing backwards. She hits the wall and goes slack.

“Nancy!” Robin cries out, and the man shoved her off of him and pushes her to the ground now, pulling something sharp and glinting out of his pocket.

Nancy runs with the axe, and brings it down hard between the killer’s shoulder and throat. He shouts in pain, but as soon as he turns around to face Nancy she’s planted the axe in his neck, letting him stumble to the ground gurgling and gagging, blood oozing down his front.

“Robin, oh my God,” she crouches down beside the taller girl, who’s still on the floor. She pulls her in for a shaky hug; her heart drops when she sees the deep red seeping through Robin’s white ‘Camp Crawley’ t-Shirt.

“Holy shit, Rob, you’re bleeding,”

“Huh?” Robin’s dazed, but then she’d looks down at the blooming red patch on her left side and her eyes widen, “hhholy fuck, Nancy, shit,”

“Hey Robin it’s okay, just stay awake and stay still for me, uhh,” she looks around the room for anything she could use as a bandage. She grabs a shirt crumpled underneath a bunk and tears the seams so it is one long piece of fabric she can wrap around Robin’s torso.

“You’re, okay, Rob, you’re okay,” she can hardly tell if she’s reassuring Robin or herself, but she finally ties off the shirt and sighs in relief. She hugs the girl properly now, resting her head on her shoulder and taking a deep breath. Robin’s hair smells like apples, Nancy notes.

“Guess I can say I’ve been stabbed now,” Robin remarks, and Nancy bursts into laughter, “hey, what?”

Nancy stifles her giggles, “Nothing, I mean it’s not every day someone gets stabbed and that’s the first thing they say after,”

The two girls share looks at eachother silently, Nancy slipping her hand into Robin’s. Nancy notices just how many freckles the girl has; no doubt brought out by the summer sun, and Nancy can’t help but find her beautiful.

“Thank God that’s over,” Nancy says, barely above a whisper, and Robin squeezes her hand tighter.

“Yeah,”

There’s a grunt beside them and Nancy almost thinks it’s the murderer man trying to get them again, but she looks to see him flopped on the ground, the axe still in his throat.

It’s Max, stirring awake and holding her head. She squints at Nancy and Robin, and then she spots the man laying dead on the floor.

“Holy crap, you guys, you got him,”

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🎸Ronancetober Day 3: Body/Style Swap 📰

Friday I’m in Love

For weeks since she started college Robin Buckley found herself fascinated by a beautiful girl with dark curly hair and rings all over her fingers and a guitar on her back.

They cross paths every morning while Robin makes her way to her Journalism class and the girl to her Music class, Robin overhears the girl’s honey-sweet laughter as a boy with long messy curls talks animatedly bedside her.

“Dude, you’re like, completely checking that girl out there, Rob,” Steve nudges her and interrupts her hopeless pining, “I don’t know if ‘obvious’ is what you’re going for orr-“

Robin shoves her best friend playfully, “Hey, chances are she’s not even gay and won’t give me staring at her a second thought,” Robin protests, “and besides, I’ve seen you sneaking not-so-sneaky glances at guys you’ll never ask out, let me have this,”

“Okay, okay,” Steve throws his hands up defensively, “but I just think you should at least talk to her, rather than just drooling over her on your way to class every day,”

“And how do you propose I do that, Steve? Because as far as I’m aware we have nothing in common,”

Steve hums, thinking. “You could interview her for an article? Something about the arts or music- I’m pretty sure she’s in a band; you could talk about that?”

Robin blushes at the thought of the girl on stage, playing her guitar, maybe even singing-

“Yep. Yep, that’s what I’m gonna do,”

~🎸~

Nancy’s barely paying attention throughout her class, her mind wandering away from their study of Tchaikovsky.

A girl was staring at her on her way to class this morning; she took journalism, if she remembers correctly, and managed to get in on a full honors year scholarship. She’s smart, obviously, but doesn’t even know Nancy, so why on Earth would she be glaring at her?

Nancy knows there’s… rumors floating around campus about her, but surely a girl that intelligent wouldn’t take part in petty gossip, right?

Why does she care so much anyway? So what if that tall, beautiful girl was homophobic? So what? There are way more girls out there that are just as pretty and not prejudiced, so why does it matter if one stunning girl is?

“Earth to Wheeler,” Eddie waves a hand in front of her face, and Nancy realizes that the class is over and everyone is getting ready to leave, “Did you enjoy your trip to space?”

Nancy rolls her eyes, slinging her bag over her shoulder, “I already know all this shit, I was just making the most of basically a free period,”

Eddie gives her a look, and chuckles, “hm, well I think that’s complete bullshit,” fresh autumn air greets them as they leave the building, making their way to their usual practice spot, “I’ve only seen that look when you’ve been thinking about a girl,”

Nancy flushes and she knows she’s been caught. “Fine, yeah, but I’m pretty sure it’s fucked because she’s probably like, super homophobic,”

“How so?”

“She was eyeing me down this morning, like I’d personally insulted her,” Nancy sighs, “chances are she’s heard some shitty rumor and thinks I’m like, the scary spooky lesbian, ooooh,” she tries to make her tone light at the end, even though her heart hurts at the prospect that she’s seen as a threat. A predator.

“Or, would it be so unreasonable that she might have a thing for you too?” Eddie gives her a grin, “I mean, you know I’m not an expert, but as girls go, you’re pretty damn hot,”

“Come on, Eddie, you know as well as I do how slim those chances are,” don’t give me false hope. Please.

“You could just talk to her,” Eddie suggests, “and if she does have a problem with you, I’m down to seeing you beat a bitch up,”

Nancy laughs. “Sure, whatever, Eds,”

~📰~

After asking around campus for almost an hour, Robin tracks down the curly-haired guitarist (her name was Nancy Wheeler, she’d discovered in her search).

She finds her in a backstage room in the Performing Arts building’s auditorium, and Robin goes an embarrassing shade of pink when she spies the girl through the door’s window, her hair pulled back into a ponytail with a few strands falling out, being able to see her gorgeous jawline. Robin notices how her brow is furrowed in concentration as slender, calloused fingers slide up and down the neck of the guitar, and finds the sight quite endearing.

“Do you need something?”

A boy has opened the door and is standing in front of Robin, blocking Nancy from her view. She recognizes him as the boy Nancy was walking with that morning.

“Uh, hey, I’m with the student paper and I’d really like to-“

“Nope, we’re practicing right now, maybe another time,”

“But- wait- I-“

“Yeaaah, super sorry, byeee,” the boy closes the door in her face, and Robin stands there dumbfounded.

~🎸-

“Who was that?” Nancy asks Eddie, her friend picking up his guitar and slinging it around him.

“Some newspaper club prude wanting to speak to us,” Eddie scoffs, “probably wanted to ask our opinion on whatever the cafeteria’s serving today,”

Nancy spares a glance out the window, surprised to see the familiar face of the girl who stared her down this morning.

“Eddie, you moron, that’s the girl from this morning,” Nancy takes her guitar off and leans it against the amp, and goes back to open the door, Eddie muttering under his breath.

“Sorry about my friend, he’s a drama queen,” Nancy says in a sweeter tone than usual, and she can practically feel Eddie pulling a face behind her back, “you were saying?”

The girl seems to be startled that Nancy spoke to her, and launches off into a fast-paced ramble, “Well I’m from the newspaper committee and I’m doing an article on the Performing Arts department and like I wanted to speak to some people who have their own like bands and whatnot so I’ve come to ask you guys about that. Wait. Shit, do you mind if I ask you guys questions? Cus like I said it then like I was gonna make you answer questions no matter what, but really it’s up to you and sorry if that came off as like, rude, or anything and-“

“Hey, take a minute to breathe, dude,” Nancy laughs a little, and so does the taller girl, a raspy sweet noise that makes Nancy melt.

“Yeah, sorry, I ramble,” The girl smiles, and Nancy’s ears turn pink and she feels a grin tugging at her own lips.

“Uhm, you can come in if you like, we’re just practicing but we can answer some of your questions too,”

~📰~

Robin follows Nancy into the room and watches lovestruck as she picks up her guitar and drapes it back over her, sitting down on the amp. The messy haired boy from before waves at her, and she sees now that there’s another boy, with hair that’s between blonde and brown, and a yellow shirt sat behind a drum kit.

“Uh, this is Eddie, our main guitarist, Jonathan our drummer and I’m Nancy,” Nancy gestures to each of them and then herself, “I’m on bass and vocals, but Eddie does some vocals too,”

Robin scribbles into her notepad, trying her best to avoid imagining what Nancy’s singing sounds like. And she certainly doesn’t imagine Nancy performing, signing under stage lights, her perfect hands wrapped around a microphone-

“You had questions for us?” The drummer - Jonathan - says.

“Oh, yeah, right,” she flips the page of her notepad to where she had scribbled down the scarce questions she was going to ask.

~🎸~

The girl maybe spends half an hour asking them questions, but to Nancy it feels like forever. She watched her sticking her tongue out slightly when she wrote stuff down, tucking her pencil behind her ear, getting out a tape recorder to record some of the band’s answers, and even some of their music.

“Thanks so much, the article should be in tomorrow’s issue, I-If you wanna read it, that is,” reporter girl gives a lopsided smile and a nervous wave as she leaves, and Nancy feels like the air has been sucked out of the room.

The next morning she drags Eddie with her to get a copy of the school paper, who teases her unrelentingly for it.

“Wow, Nance,” he remarks as she flicks through the paper to find the Reporter Girl’s article, “you’re acting like this girl’s gonna put her full name and number attached to her article-“

“Hah!” she triumphs having found the page, trailing her finger to the bottom and reads, “written by Robin Buckley, and her number’s attached as well,” Nancy grins, showing Eddie, who pulls a tongue at her.

“Well well, I stand corrected, all you need to do now is ask her out, ms. Confident,” he ruffles Nancy’s hair, and the girl blushes.

“Yeah,” she says quietly, “just gotta ask her out,”

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👻Ronancetober Day 1: Upside Down👻

Realization

Nancy shivered as she stepped up to the front door of the Creel house; its Upside Down counterpart was even more creepy and dilapidated than the version in their world.

She tried to steady her breathing before crossing the threshold, the wooden porch creaking beneath her feet. She had to hurry up, damn it, Max was risking her life for this plan. Steve had already entered the house, stepping over the vines carefully; but Nancy was frozen.

“Sh-shit,”

She acknowledged the presence of Robin at her side, who grabbed her arm and let her hand slip down into Nancy’s. Even in the bone-chilling cold of the Upside Down, Nancy felt her cheeks heat up.

“It’s okay,” Nancy reassured the taller girl, even if she’s mostly trying to reassure herself. She looked up at her face; a face she’d spent a little too much time sneaking secret glances at these past few days, “You got this,”

They shared eye contact for a few more seconds and Nancy’s heart could have jumped out of her mouth if she kept looking at this beautiful girl and holding her hand which was bizarrely warm despite the cold, but at the same time, she couldn’t bear to look away-

Robin stepped into the house, and Nancy couldn’t help but frown slightly as the girl’s hand slipped away from hers.

Watching the girl walking away, cautiously stepping over vines and wobbling, she felt her heart ache in a way it had only done when she-

Oh.

She had a crush on Robin Buckley.

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🌟Ronancetober Day 14: Heaven and Hell🥀

Heaven and Hell (couldn’t keep us apart)

“What’s that do?”

Nancy shoots a glare at the angel peering over her shoulder. She rolls her eyes. “It’s an advanced displaced-soul detection device,” she explains disinterestedly, trying to ignore the angel’s rambling and focus on the job they’re both meant to be doing.

“Woah, I didn’t realise you guys had all this hi-tech stuff, like I thought you used demon spells and stuff, but I suppose that’s a little outdated. Hey, do you guys still use magic regularly or like has it died out for some of you yet because like I know this guy, Keith, who didn’t practice divine magic for so long that he can’t do it any more; it’s kinda pathetic. I mean, he could probably relearn-“

Ugh, working with angels is the worst. Nancy walks ahead through the forest, waving the device around and searching. It looks like a small scroll, but when unraveled it reveals a translucent pearly screen of infernal perception that allows the user to see displaced souls, even those hidden under the guise of a mortal or invisibility.

“-This is only like, my second field assignment ever though, unless you count that one with Steve where we had to retrieve a soul that sneaked out back to the mortal plane and was causing havoc, then that makes this-“

“Could you please be quiet, for heaven’s sake,” Nancy snaps, and the angel purses her lips. Nancy continues, “what exactly are you meant to be doing again? Because I’m quite capable of doing this assignment alone, especially without the help of some chatty angel,”

There’s a few moments of silence between them, and Nancy’s relived; until the angel bursts out laughing.

“Oh my, ‘for heaven’s sake’, cause you’re a demon! That’s good! Gosh, I didn’t realise you hell folk had such a sense of humor,”

This is going to be a long assignment.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

When Robin was informed she was being assigned for a field assignment with a demon, she was nervous. In her relatively short time as an angel, she’s hardly been back to the mortal plane since her death some 200 years ago. In fact, she will never admit it aloud, but she more or less avoided returning; in the months and years after her death, she felt empty existing forever in heaven, with no goals to achieve, no need to do as much as you could because there was no end; not until you served dutifully as an angel for many years, and you were able to request to move on, beyond existence. The thought of returning to the mortal plane brought her nothing but longing and despair; that she could no-longer participate in the fast-paced, messy life of a living person.

She’s still very much anxious when she gets to Earth, though the appearance of her demon companion- whom she has been assigned to accompany for the duration of their task - soothes her ever so slightly. She’s never met a demon before, she’s never been to hell, but she finds her quite beautiful. Ironically, the best way she could describe her appearance is angelic, with soft features that were flourished with sharpness, like the gentle shape of her face honed by her jawline. She’s completely gorgeous, despite the scowl that adorns her face and the smart maroon suit she wears.

“Who are you?”

Robin fumbles over her words, “Hi- wait sorry- uh- hello? I’m Robin, yeah, I’m Robin,”

The demon raises an eyebrow, but still offers her hand out to Robin, “Nancy Wheeler, representative from the fifth ring of hell,” Robin shakes her hand, perhaps a little too enthusiastically, and the demon looks at her; concentrating, as if trying to figure her out.

“Oh, right, sorry let me try again,” Robin clears her throat. “Robin Buckley, representative of the third sphere of heaven,” She smiles at Nancy, who doesn’t reciprocate the gesture and continues to visually study Robin.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Nancy thinks it’s pretty safe to say the past three hours have been the most insufferable thing she’s experienced for a while - and that’s coming from an inhabitant of hell for over 2,500 years.

She’s not used to so much talking, especially polite, non-aggressive talking. She definitely hates it; there’s no chance she’s beginning to become fond of the talkative, annoying, angel. She certainly hates her smart beige pants and puffy blouse that has the top few buttons undone, displaying the angel’s collection of magical necklaces. There’s nothing that draws her to the angel at all.

“Do you reflect on how you died very often? I do, I suppose, but most other people I know say not to? Which is stupid because surely in the afterlife we’re meant to reflect upon our lives and deaths before this, right? Isn’t that what afterlife is all abou-”

Nancy continues to hold the device in front of her, getting nothing until a flash of blue light appears on the screen and something rustles in the bushes ahead of them.

“Shh,” Nancy presses a finger to Robin’s lips as she is still looming just behind her left shoulder.

There’s another rustle, and a clicking growl, low and monstrous. Nancy is about to retrieve her sword from its sheath when Robin springs into action.

She quickly steps forward, creating a circle of golden light the diameter of her forearm in front of them, hands twisting and waving as she writes symbols within the circle. “We can’t fight it if we can’t see it,” she says, before waving once more and sending the circle flying forward, dispersing into shimmering dust-like particles; revealing the beast before them.

Nancy has recovered displaced souls before; they’re usually souls of mortals who were reluctant to move to their afterlife, or who had gotten lost on their way to the afterlife, so she would bring them down to where they belonged. Most resist - who wouldn’t when being sentenced to eternal punishment and suffering - but it is easy enough to restrain them; she’s a powerful demon in her own right.

If left un-recovered for too long, displaces souls begin to mutate and evolve into something less humanoid, the longer the period of time, the more mutated they become. Nancy’s aware of this, but she keeps on top of her assignments and has only dealt with a few mutated souls.

This soul, however, is like nothing she’s seen before.

It’s tall, at least eight or nine feet, towering over Nancy and her taller angel companion, with grotesque greyish skin that clings tight to the creature, making a clear outline of it’s skeletal frame and sharp, bony claws that are as big as Nancy’s head. Worst of all is it’s head; it has no facial features, only a blank head, until it screeches at them, opening up it’s face like a blooming flower to reveal hundreds of teeth and a gaping, cavernous mouth.

She’s seen her fair share of… unsightly things in hell, and she gathers Robin has as well; angels and demons alike are known for not being able to appear before mortals in their true form, needing to assume a simpler form as to not kill them instantly, but seeing a soul of a mortal like this… it’s unsettling.

The soul crouches down slightly, preparing to lurch towards the angel and demon. Nancy draw her sword and Robin prepares another spell circle, sharing a focused look.

“Let’s fucking get this thing,” the angel grins, and Nancy can’t help the blush that rises in her cheeks.

“Oh, fuck yeah,”

——————————————————

Lil bit of an author’s note but I really enjoyed writing this like I had no ideas at first but then I just ran with this like omg

I’d love to expand more on like my thoughts about this universe and like how/why Nancy and Robin ended up where they are in the afterlife?? Plus bringing Max and the other kids into this because funnn

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🦇Ronancetober Day 2: Vampire/Werewolf🐺

I know what you are

Parties are the perfect places for her to put an end to her thirst; the itchy, nagging hunger that gnawed at her insides and made her feel as if she would faint unless she gave in to it.

For as long as she could she resisted it; she hadn’t chosen this life, she didn’t want to be preying on people every time she got a bit peckish.

So she went as long as she could without a bite. She tried to tide herself over sometimes with raw red meats, though they did next to nothing to combat the decay she felt after she resisted too long, feeling fragile and hollow and like what she really was.

A walking corpse.

So, she found herself at another party. It was easy to take advantage of the drunkenness and confusion and quickly ease the clawing thirst that made her throat dry and tight.

She wandered into the bathroom of the house, away from the bodies that were bouncing to the music, leaning her head against the door and shutting her eyes, taking a minute to compose herself. She really, really hates doing this.

“Hey, d’you maybe think that this bathroom might be occupied?”

The voice makes Nancy jump, spinning around immediately to see a girl sat on the counter. She’s taller than Nancy, with short hair and bangs and freckles. Her fingers are adorned with rings and chains, and she wears a jacket covered in patches and a small part of Nancy wants to stay here with the girl and read all of them.

“Sorry, I’ll uh-“ Nancy starts, but she can see this girl’s neck and she’s so sick of being thirsty and they’re alone in here-

“No, you’re pretty,” the girl says, hopping down from the counter and taking a few more steps towards her, smirking, “you can stay,”

The air seems to leave the room as the girl is barely inches away from her now, needing to look down a little to meet Nancy’s eyes.

“You’ think I’m… pretty?,” Nancy lets her fingers wander up and down the girls arm, not needing to worry about staring at her neck now that she can’t draw her gaze away from the tall girl’s ocean blue eyes.

“Yeah, babe,” Nancy’s heart gives a flutter at the nickname, and the girl brings a hand up to her cheek, “What d’you think of me?”

“I don’t know yet,” Nancy drapes her arms around the girls neck as the taller of the two begins to lean in, and then she’s being pushed against the bathroom door as the girl kisses her, and she reciprocates. After all, it’s not often you find another gay girl in Hawkins, vampire of not.

Soon, the taller girl was trailing kisses along Nancy’s jaw, and then her neck, and Nancy’s thirst had all but become a dull background presence, blending in with the muffled beat of the music as she let this stranger kiss her.

“Still deciding what you think about me?” The girl pulls away from kissing her neck and holds her by gently by the chin.

Nancy smiles, and is about to speak when the girl’s eyes widen and she takes a sudden step back, the sudden space between them feeling like a void.

“Holy shit, you’re-“ She looks less startled than confused- or maybe betrayed?

“Wait,what? What do you-“ Then Nancy realises. She’s smiled straight at the girl, they had been so close, she must have seen her- but still, how could she-?

“Oh fuck no, I am not getting bit by a vampire girl tonight, I’m going-“ the girl starts for the door, but Nancy blocks her and locks it, keeping her hand tight on the handle.

“How did you know?”

The mood has drastically shifted from when they were making out a few seconds ago, the two of them glaring at eachother.

“Those pretty fangs of yours gave it away, sweetheart,” the girl grimaces, “not to mention you’re white as a sheet,”

“I know, but most people don’t connect those dots,” Nancy pushes further, “you’re not quite what you seen either, are you?”

The honey haired girl laughs a little, not breaking her stare from Nancy, “Guess that makes two of us, darling,” The girl closes the gap between them again, putting gentle hands on Nancy’s waist.

“Well, you’re not a vampire- what’re you, some sort of werewolf or ghoul or something?” Nancy interrogates, and something shifts in the girl’s face.

She exhales sharply through her nose, “Well, I’m Robin, for starters, and I think you’ll have to get to know me better before you find out what I am,”

“Hm, I guess I’ll take that as a challenge,”

“You’re on, gorgeous,”

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📼Ronancetober Day 8: Ronance Anthem🎶

Sounds like Falling in Love

Nancy Wheeler falling in love with Robin Buckley sounded like many things; the sound of a VHS tape rewinding, birds chirping early in the morning, the ticking of bike spokes, rambling in English, Italian, French, Spanish, and more as Robin taught herself new languages, the quiet hum of whatever tape Robin’s listening to through her Walkman.

When Nancy walks into Family Video on a chilly October morning, it just so happens to be the latter, Robin humming along to her music as she puts tapes away on shelves. Steve is in the back room, so Nancy takes advantage of the brief alone time with her crush before she has to go back to Emerson.

“Morning, Rob,” Nancy smiles and rests a hand on the taller girl’s shoulder. Robin jumps a little, turns around, and lowers her headphones around her neck.

She gives Nancy a lopsided grin that warms her despite the Autumn chill outside, “Hey, Nance,”

Music continues to play through the headphones, the noise quiet and scratchy.

Take me out tonight

“Are you doing anything after your shift?”

Robin shakes her head in reply, “No, the Dingus is hanging out with Eddie, so yeah, I’m free,”

Oh, take me anywhere, I don’t care I don’t care I don’t care

“Do you maybe want to grab something to eat?” Nancy proposes, her heart thundering in her chest, “I know a nice little diner we could go to, if you want,”

Driving in your car, I never never want to go home

Robin smiles sheepishly, biting back her lip, “yeah, that sounds awesome, Nance,”

Because I haven’t got one and I’m all alone

“Great, then it’s a date,” Nancy flusters herself with her own words, turning on her heels and laughing hurriedly. She rushes to the door, waving to Robin as she heads out, “I’ll uh- I’ll see you later Rob,”

Oh, I haven’t got one

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When Robin gets into Nancy’s car after work that day, she’s greeted by the soothing warmth of the car, the gentle sound of a cassette playing through the car speakers, and Nancy beaming across at her.

Nancy reverses the car out of the parking lot and begins to drive to the diner. Another track begins to play on the tape.

Don’t go breakin’ my heart

I couldn’t if I tried

“How was work?” Nancy’s hand brushes against hers as she reaches for the gearstick.

Honey, if I get restless

Baby, you’re not that kind

Robin blushes, grinning contentedly, “It was alright, pretty slow day, so Steve and I just got to watch movies all day. Speaking of, we watched the new Poltergeist sequel, and oh my god, you should have heard Steve’s scream-“

Nancy smiles fondly as Robin launches off into a ramble about her day Robin takes her in, going longingly at the girl a few too many times when she should have been watching the road.

Ooh-hoo

Nobody knows it

When I was down, I was your clown

“Ah, sorry, you probably don’t want to hear about this,” Robin stops herself and crosses her arms. Nancy furrows her brow a little and reaches out to take her hand.

Nobody knows it, nobody know-ohs it

“No Rob; I wanna hear all about it okay? Don’t stop until you’ve told me all about your day,”

Right from the start

Robin squeezes Nancy’s hand back, giving her a lopsided smile that sends pink creeping up Nancy’s cheeks and a smile forming on her own lips.

I gave you my heart

“Thanks, Nance,”

Oh, I gave you my heart

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In the diner, falling in love with Robin sounds like the low mumbling chatter throughout the restaurant, the sound of Robin’s converse tapping on the floor beneath the table, the warbling of the jukebox in the corner of the room.

Oh, since the day I saw you

I have been waiting for you

However, Nancy can’t seem to understand why Robin’s mood has dropped since they arrived; she did all the right things, didn’t she? Was Robin uncomfortable being out with her alone? Did Robin know? Was she-

You know I will adore you ‘til eternity

“I’m gonna head to the bathroom,” Nancy manages through a tight-lipped smile.

So won’t you please, be my, be my baby-

The music fades away as Nancy paces to the bathroom, sinks to the grimy bathroom floor and hugs her knees into her chest, urging the tears pricking at her eyes to go away. She’s fine, it’s fine, she’s fine.

There’s a knock on the stall door. “Nance? Are you okay in there?”

Shit. “Yeah- yeah, Rob, I’m fine, I’m fine,”

A beat of silence, broken when Nancy sniffles.

“Do you mind if I come in?”

“Yes- no- I,” before she can finish Robin is sliding underneath the stall and sitting opposite her.

“Nance-“ she brings a hand up to Nancy’s cheek, which Nancy gently bats away. Taken aback, Robin folds her arms around her.

They sit in stale silence for a little while as tears continue to fall from Nancy’s eyes, and Robin’s face is hidden by her hair as she looks down at her lap.

“I’m sorry I brought you here,” Nancy murmurs, “I’m sorry I said it was a date, I had no right to and I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable-”

“Nancy, stop,” Robin interrupts, looking up at her and her expression nearly causes Nancy to shatter, “don’t apologize, I should be sorry I’m- I’m the one who made it weird,”

Nancy bites the inside of her cheek. “I’m- I’m a- I don’t,” she takes a breath and looks away from Robin. She doesn’t want to see her face when she tells her. “I like girls.”

The fleeting seconds of silence are agony to Nancy as she wordlessly begs Robin to say something, anything.

“Holy shit,”

Nancy can’t take it anymore. She gets up off the floor, clenching her fists as she walks out of the bathroom, picks up her jacket from the booth they were sitting at and makes for her car. She doesn’t hear Robin behind her, trying to tell her to wait, Nance.

‘Nancy!” Robin grabs her wrist as she goes to open the car door, loosening her grip as the shorter girl turns around, angry tears streaming down her face.

“I don’t wanna hear it Rob, look, I’ll call Steve to pick you up so you don’t even have to sit in the car with me, okay?”

“Nancy, no, you don’t-“ Robin feels the sting of tears in her own eyes. She quests her voice, stepping closer to Nancy and slipping her hand into hers, “I don’t care that you like girls. Shit, I- I like girls too,”

Nancy looks at her in stunned silence for a few moments before she climbs into the car, giving Robin a look to follow suit.

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Nancy doesn’t talk while they drive. It’s started raining now and the car is silent, an emptiness that is almost tangible with the absence of music. Robin opens the glove compartment and fumbles through the collection of tapes in there. She picks out a well-used tape that she knows is one of Nancy’s favorites.

She pops it into the cassette player, carefully watching Nancy’s face for any reaction as the tale picks up at the end of a song and starts a new one. Nancy just continues to stare at the road ahead of her; Robin can’t help but feel slightly defeated.

Nancy pulls over suddenly, on the side of a road surrounded by trees.

Now there’s nothing at all that can keep us apart

“Nancy, I-“

“Robin, I like you,” Nancy splutters, “I really like you- but I- I don’t know, I don’t want you to feel pressured to like me too because we’re both gay or something, I mean you don’t need to feel any obligation to like me back-“

Watching a usually composed Nancy Wheeler ramble makes Robin’s heart swell.

Touch my lips, close your eyes and see with your fingertips

“I really like you too, Nance,” Robin’s breath catches in her throat, and she feels Nancy’s fingers intertwine with hers on the armrest.

Things that you do, and you know I’m crazy ‘bout you

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to say that,”

Nancy presses her lips against hers, rushed and clumsy as she leans over the middle of the car. They break away quickly and Robin smiles dopily as Nancy shuffles over to sit on Robin’s lap, facing her, before leaning in for another, less messy, kiss.

Kisses of fire, burning, burning

I’m at the point of no returning

They pull apart when Robin needs to gasp for air. She wraps her arms around Nancy’s waist and Nancy has hers over Robin’s shoulders.

“So, you were serious when you said this was a date, huh?”

Kisses of fire, sweet devotions

Caught in a landslide of emotions

Nancy smirks at Robin’s perfect, familiar lopsided grin.

“You’re an idiot, Robin Buckley,”

“Wait, really?”

Nancy silences her with another kiss.

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Songs referenced in order:

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out by the Smiths

Don’t Go Breaking My Heart by Elton John and Kiki Dee

Be My Baby by The Ronettes

Kisses of Fire by ABBA

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🩹Ronancetober Day 9: Free Day!❣️

Trigger warnings:

Depiction of wounds and gore

Wrap me up in your arms

Nancy practically kicks the door to Hopper’s cabin open, feeling Robin go even more slack as she supports her, tries to keep her on her feet. They barely get into the kitchen before Robin’s knees give out, and she sinks to the floor, letting out a cry of pain as she does so.

“Rob, come one, we’ve got to get you on the counter,” Nancy tries to help her up, but Robin grunts, gripping Nancy’s wrist. Nancy met Robin’s ocean blue eyes, brimmed with tears and desperate as the girl shakes her head.

“Okay, Rob, okay I’ll just patch you up here,” Nancy feels tears sting in her own eyes, “just stay here, and stay awake, okay?”

She hurries to find a first aid kit, rummaging through cupboards until she finds it, grabs scissors and a cloth which she runs under some water. She returns to Robin, gnawing the inside of her cheek at the sight of the ever growing splotch of blood ebbing through Robin’s clothes.

She eases off Robin’s jacket, sobs catching in her throat each time the wounded girl grimaces or shouts in pain. Then she cuts off Robin’s shirt; once green, now a sea read and soaked completely.

The wound beneath is disgusting, and Nancy struggles to stifle a gag. It’s a mixture of a bite and a gash on Robin’s left side, just between the bottom of her rib cage and her hip. The demodog had pounced at them when they least expected it, preying on Robin first before Nancy blew its head off. Despite her quick thinking, Nancy couldn’t spare Robin from a gory wound.

Nancy starts dabbing at it with the cloth, Robin recoiling and whimpering each time the wound is touched, and now Nancy’s hands are shaking so much and she’s not being gentle enough and-

Robin grabs her wrist again and uses her other hand to hold Nancy’s chin, guiding her up to look at her.

“N-Nance, you got this, ‘kay?” Her speech is slurred and bloody saliva trickles out of the corners of her mouth, but Robin still gives Nancy a watery, lopsided smile, so similar to her usual grin despite the palpable pain in her expression.

Robin guides Nancy’s hand back to cleaning the wound, mumbling encouragement to try and ease Nancy’s quickening breathing.

Nancy begins to wrap a bandage around Robin’s waist, but even after wrapping around four times with the rapidly decreasing amount of bandage left she can see blood blooming through the pristine white dressing.

“Rob I-,” she can barely catch her breath, “it’s not- I can’t- the bandage isn’t working- I’m sorry,”

She keeps wrapping over and over until she cant any more, tying off the bandage and feeling slightly relieved for a few fleeting moments before red seeps through again, and she lets out a cry in frustration. She rummages through the first aid kit for another bandage, there’s hot tears running down her cheeks bad she’s wrapping and wrapping and wrapping until she is stopped by Robin again, taking both of her hands in hers.

“Nancy, look, it’s okay,” Robin squeezes her shaking hands tightly, her voice barely above a whisper, “you’ve done it, I’m fine, I’m still here, okay? We’re all fine,”

Nancy sinks into Robin’s chest, letting out sobs that make her chest ache, and Robin’s running her hand through her hair and whispering to her ‘Oh, Nance, it’s all okay now, you did so well baby,’

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🏴‍☠️Ronancetober Day 15: Pirate AU⚓️

Hook, Line and Sinker

Robin dislikes the royalty.

It was they, alongside their piggish council, that made laws that cruelly punished people like her. That pushed people like her to do what she did, living life at sea alongside Captain Edward Munson, plundering and destroying just to survive. She didn’t ask for this, never wanted the possibility of being hung if they ever were captured.

That’s not to say piracy isn’t fun, however.

“Do my eyes deceive me, Edward, or are we in the company of the crown Prince and the lovely Countess?” She sneers, leaning against the doorframe to the brig, inside of which their two noble prisoners sit, positively glaring at her.

“Who knew Prince Steven and Countess Nancy would be so eager to board a pirate ship,” Eddie grins as he saunters over to the cell, “Didn’t anyone teach you not to talk to strangers?”

“Fuck you,” the Countess spits, her brow furrowed in a stormy scowl. Her curly hair is ruffled, sticking out in places it is supposed to be pinned down; her dress is torn slightly at the bottom and a blooming bruise on her forehead from head-butting Jonathan when he brought her in. The prince stays silent, chewing the inside of his cheek and looking between Robin and Eddie.

“You’ll be back home soon, don’t get your panties in a twist,” Robin smirks, crouching down to be on the prisoners’ level, “Just as soon as we get your stuck-up parents to give us immunity; after that, we’ll give you back alive… probably,”

The countess continues to scowl but the Prince bursts out laughing.

“Oh, you’re out of luck if you think they’ll want us back,” Steven manages through his laughter, “We’re about as much use to you as tits on a boar,”

Eddie frowns and mutters, “We’ll see about that,” as he leaves the brig, gesturing for Robin to follow.

“Fuckin’ prissy nobles,” Robin mumbles as Eddie fills his pipe. He takes a drag and exhales, long and thoughtful. They sit on the steps leading up to the quarterdeck, the crew fussing and working around them. When Robin first boarded the Corroding Coffin years ago, she was only a cabin girl. At the time, Eddie’s uncle was the captain of the ship; known as Wayne the Unwavering for his stubborn nature. Eddie was a rigger; he was a couple of years older than Robin but just as scrawny. He’s the one who invited her onto the ship, and when his uncle stepped down as Captain, Robin encouraged him to take up the role.

“At least we’ll get ‘em gone soon. I’m struggling not to shoot ‘em right now,” Eddie grumbles.

Night falls and they weigh anchor, they eat with the crew and laugh and sing way into the night, sharing hushed stories between the stragglers before dragging themselves down the lower deck to turn in for the night. The evening is pleasant, with no harsh waves or bad weather, no sound apart from the lapping waves and rocking of the ship.

As she’s making her way to her hammock, Robin hears a thud. She thinks nothing of it until she hears it again. She looks around the sleeping crew, trying to make out if it’s any of them - it doesn’t seem to be. Thud. Again. She checks the galley, finding none other than countess Nancy, trying to snap the ropes that bind her wrists together. She’s taken off one of her heeled boots, positioning it in one of the holes in the floorboards, and is hitting the rope against the heel. She’s made little progress so far; nothing more than minimal fraying and pretty bruised hands and wrists, but she keeps going, even when Robin walks up to the cell and crouches down.

“Trying to make a daring escape, countess?” Nancy jumps, scrambling to kick the shoe away from her. “I appreciate the effort, princess but those ropes are pretty damn strong,”

Nancy pouts, “I’m not trying to escape… these ropes are just really fucking annoying,”

“Sure, like I’m gonna believe that,” Robin scoffs, “maybe I should upgrade you to some iron shackles instead?”

“No!” Nancy blurts out. She looks more vulnerable than Robin’s seen her the entire time she’s been held captive; there’s a glossiness to her eyes and wobble in her voice, and the look she gives Robin is so pleading. The tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“I don’t want to go back to them,” Nancy mutters. She chews her bottom lip. “Steve doesn’t either- just… don’t make us go back to them, please?”

Robin is dumbfounded by the stark contrast between the countess she met earlier today and the Nancy she was met with now; fierce and commanding turned desperate and vulnerable. It goes about everything she’s built up all these years; the walls she’s so meticulously built, the opinions she’s formed and believes as fact. But, in spite of all of it, she sympathizes with Nancy. This girl of such high nobility so similar to her; wanting to escape. Not from pirates, not from the possibility of death - just from home, to start fresh.

Robin isn’t sure how to feel about the beautiful noblewoman before her; to let her stay would be quite literally teaming up with the enemy, but I’m the other hand… it hurt to see someone so deeply afraid of their home, when she could offer her an opportunity to get away from it. She sits down now, leaning against the cell bars on one side and continuing to look at Nancy.

“Uh, sure I’ll uh, I’ll speak to the captain about it,” Robin says. She’s honestly unsure how Eddie’ll react when she tells him the prisoners requested not to be sent home; she hopes he shares: her sympathy, he understanding.

“Thank you,” Nancy says, barely above a whisper. For a few moments, they sit in silence, bathed in silvery moonlight that practically makes the countess shimmer, and rocked slowly back and forth with the boat.

Robin doesn’t necessarily understand why, but she decides to talk to the prisoner.

She smiles gently, “If you wanna stay on this boat you’ll have to pull your weight I’m afraid,” she says it with good intent and Nancy smiles back, a bashful, sweet smile. She slips her hand through the bars and Nancy takes it.

“If you need a gunner I’m quite good with weapons,” Nancy says and Robin raises an eyebrow. Nancy pulls up one side of her skirts to reveal a flintlock pistol in a holster on her leg. “I’m quite a good shot,”

“I’m sure you are, princess,”

She takes out her pocket knife and severs the ropes that bind the countess’ hands together. Nancy raises her eyebrows and offers Robin a confused glare, as if she’d trying to figure her out like she had the first time they met.

“Make sure to behave, darling,” she smirks as she leaves the brig.

In the morning Robin finds Eddie before he leaves his quarters. She informs him of the prisoner’s wishes and he begrudgingly agrees to let them stay aboard for the time being as crew.

“But, if I notice any funny business they’re getting thrown back in the brig and given back to the closest navy ship,” he says in a warning tone.

The nobles are released from their cell and welcomed to the crew (a half-hearted welcome, but it’s enough). The prince is rather confused about the situation having slept through Nancy and Robin’s conversation the night prior, but he goes along with it, being lent some of Jonathan and Eddie’s clothes as ‘you can’t do any work in that rich kid shit’.

Robin rifles through her sack of clothes to find something for the countess, throwing her a button-up shirt and some trousers she grew out of years ago. She steals one of Chrissy’s old pairs of boots to give to Nancy too and lets her change.

“I thought you might have stayed,” the countess smirks as she undoes her corset.

Robin flushes, recovering quickly to quip back, “There’s plenty of time for that in the future, princess, I thought I’d offer you some privacy for now,”

“Oh, come on, Buckley, I’ve been waiting for you to kiss me all day,”

Robin stops dead in her tracks. Shit, the countess wants to kiss her?

“Why?” She asks, turning on her heels and walking back over to Nancy. Nancy grins, chewing her bottom lip and looking down.

“Whatever do you mean, ‘why’? You’re completely gorgeous, that’s why,” Nancy tucks a strand of curly chestnut hair behind her ear and Robin steps closer.

“Who would have known that countess Nancy Wheeler likes to kiss lady pirates,” she teases, placing her hands on the countess’ waist.

“Not just any lady pirates; you,”

Robin leans in and Nancy does the same, tangling her hands in the pirate’s hair. Robin’s never kissed nobility before, but she’s got to say Nancy isn’t half bad. They kiss until they’re out of breath, and then Robin pecks another quick kiss on her lips. She rubs circles in the small of Nancy’s back and tucks a curl behind her ear.

“How was that for you, princess?”

“Can’t wait for you to do it again,”

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🗡️Ronancetober Day 10: Dungeons & Dragons🎲

Roll for Charisma

Anastasia wakes early before it was her turn to keep watch. She doesn’t intend to, but she knows well that once she’s up she can’t go back to sleep for a while. She rubs her eyes and slips out of her bedroll, careful not to wake her sleeping friends. She takes a seat on a log beside Robin Songbird, a somewhat disoriented bard who was a long time friend of her barbarian companion, Steven Hairinghorn. The campfire in front of them crackles and pops, a pleasant noise in the otherwise silent night.

Anastasia taps the bard’s shoulder, and Robin jumps, seemingly dozing off on her shift.

“Ah, Anastasia, I didn’t hear you sit down,” Robin fumbles, and Anastasia laughs quietly. They share a soft look and she feels Robin’s hand slip into hers.

“My shift isn’t for another hour or so,” Anastasia shifts slightly closer, “and I must say you look startlingly beautiful in the firelight, Songbird,”

The bard’s gaze meets hers and she takes in her soft features, leaning in closer to the other girl-

“Roll for charisma, Nance,”

The kids groan as Nancy picks up the die, sending a smug grin towards a pink-faced Robin.

“When we said you guys should play with us, we didn’t mean it so you could flirt the entire campaign,” Mike grumbles, staring daggers at Nancy from across the table.

“Oh, can it, Mike, Eddie and Steve have been flirting this whole time too,” Max defends them, rolling her eyes at a ruffled Mike, “and let’s not even get started on you and-“

“Alright, whatever, stupid Nancy can flirt with her stupid girlfriend,”

Nancy resists the temptation to cast ray of sickness on Mike’s character as she cups the die in her hand, shakes and releases it. It rolls a little across the table, before coming to a halt. Nancy has to stand up and lean over the table to get a good look at it, but Dustin beats her to it.

“No way, she got a fucking nat twenty on that!” The kid exclaims, and Steve gives him a little nudge, hissing ‘language!’ under his breath.

Nancy smirks across at her girlfriend, who goes an even deeper shade of red and reciprocates giving her a sheepish grin.

“Alright, Wheeler, didn’t expect you to get so into this,” Eddie teases from behind his screen, before clearing his throat and returning to him dungeon master voice.

A couple of the kids make gagging noises as Eddie describes Nancy and Robin’s characters kissing by firelight, Nancy just revelling in Robin’s flustered state all the while.

A few hours later, the session comes to a close. The kids chatter excitedly about the brutal battle they’d been put through just at the end of the session; that they’d somehow scraped by and survived. As everyone else trails up the stairs of the Wheeler’s basement to go home, Nancy holds back Robin, intertwining both of their hands and facing her girlfriend.

“How’re you feeling, Robin Songbird?” Nancy pecks a kiss to Robin’s nose and the girl giggles, ears turning pink.

“I’m flattered by your advances, Anastasia the Fearless,” Robin smiles, before letting out a sighting laugh, “agh, look what Eddie’s done to us, getting us into his nerdy stuff,”

“Hey, did you know I was secretly a nerd when I was little?” Nancy laughs at Robin’s shocked expression.

“Rob! Get your ass up here, Dustin’s gotta be back for his curfew and I’m tempted to leave you hereee,” Steve calls down the stairs. Robin rolls her eyes, giving Nancy a quick kiss on the lips.

“You are totally telling me all about your nerdy past later,” Robin shrugs on her jacket, “Until we meet again, fair maiden,” she waves dramatically as she goes up the stairs, blowing a kiss that Nancy pretends to catch in her hands.

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🎃Ronancetober Day 16: Trick or Treat🍬

Trick or Treat!

October 31st 1988

“Robin, come on!”

Nancy laughs as Robin steps out of the bathroom, face adorning a smug grin as she fixes her tie. They decided to wear matching costumes; Robin dressed as Beetlejuice and Nancy as Lydia. Robin puts her hands around her girlfriend’s waist and they sway to the music playing on the cassette deck. Nancy loops her arms over Robin’s shoulders and hums, resting her head on head on the taller girl’s chest.

“You look so good in suits, Robin Buckley, it’s honestly unfair,” she smiles and Robin kisses the top of her head.

“You look pretty damn hot as a goth chick, Nancy Wheeler,” Robin grins, “you should wear black lipstick more often, love,”

Nancy pecks a quick kiss to Robin’s lips. “Come on, we better go pick up Holly from my mom’s,”

Robin hums, trailing her fingers up Nancy’s back. “Of course, wouldn’t want your little sister kissing out on epic trick or treating with her awesome big sister and her girlfriend,”

They link their hands together and leave their motel room, taking the stairs down and hopping into Nancy’s car.

“Holly has asked me about trick or treating with us every time she’s called for the past month,” Nancy says, “she really likes you, Rob; even said you’re her ‘cool-future-big-sister-in-law’,”

Robin’s heart melts a little. “Hm, pretty long title, big I’ll take the cool part,”

Holly beams when she opens the door to find Nancy and Robin outside. She grabs her sister’s hand and pulls her inside, insisting that they ‘had to look at the map she made’.

Fifteen minutes later Robin and Nancy are walking down the street when Holly runs off in front of them, her pillowcase full of candy and witch’s broomstick in tow. She rings the doorbell of the next house and they wait.

“Happy Halloween! Hey, you guys!” Mrs. Sinclair greets them, “I love your costume, Hol,” she compliments as the eight-year-old ruffles through the bowl of candy.

“What do you say to Mrs, Sinclair, Holly?” Nancy reminds her sister as she turns to leave.

“Thank you!”

As they’re walking back down the street Mandy feels Robin’s hand slip into hers. She gives the taller girl a look and she just shrugs in return.

“It’s Halloween, baby, I think everyone’s too busy to notice,” she whispers with a lopsided grin.

They visit a few more houses before taking Holly back home, happy with her bag full of candy. She hugs them both before running off to her room. Karen thanks them for looking after Holly and sends them on their way with some leftover candy and a knowing look.

“If you girls are going out partying, you better stay safe,”

Back in the car, Robin slips her ‘Halloween Music’ mixtape into the cassette player, and the intro of ‘Ghostbusters’ begins to play. Robin grins, and Nancy lets out a laugh.

“Ghostbusters, Rob?”

“Hell yeah, it’s a classic, Nance!”

The party at Steve’s is only a small one; Steve, Eddie, Jonathan, Argyle, a couple friends from school or work, and since this year, the party, now that they’re seniors (although Steve set a limit for the amount of alcohol they were allowed to drink much to their annoyance). Steve greets them at the door.

“Robin, Nance! We weren’t expecting you, did you guys fly in from Boston?”

Nancy smiles as they go in, “Yeah, my mom and Holly wanted us to visit for Halloween,”

There’s a crash from another room and a shout that sounds suspiciously like Eddie. Steve sighs and Robin stifles a laugh.

“Hang on, let me deal with whatever that was,” he says, walking off in the direction of the sound, “but I’ll catch up with you guys later!”

When the kids find out they’re here, Nancy and Robin are showered with questions about college, and what’s it like living in the city, how big is their apartment, is there cool parties. They manage to slip away upstairs to a spare bedroom, a few drinks in and sitting on the bed talking.

“Nance, trick or treat?” Robin giggles, her speech a little slurred.

“What?” Nancy laughs.

“Trick or treat?”

Nancy puts her finger on her chin in theatrical pondering and hums. “Hm, I think I gotta say treat,”

Without warning, Robin leans forward and kisses her, pushing Nancy back against the bed so the other girl is on top of her. Nancy slips a hand into Robin’s hair, but soon grins against the kiss and they break apart, breathless.

“There’s your treat, Nance,” Robin smirks, drumming her fingers gently on Nancy’s hip.

“What if I had said trick?” Nancy slips a hand up the back of Robin’s shirt.

“You could ask me trick or treat and find out,”

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🦴Ronancetober Day 13: Apocalypse AU🪓

I’m Glad It’s With You

“Robin, behind you!”

Pain erupts from her left shoulder as she spins around, swinging at the demodog with her axe and slicing its head clean off. She loses grip on her axe, however, and it goes skidding across the cracked street with a shriek (somewhat like the sound of cutlery scratching a plate). Robin cringes at the sound, feels warm blood trickling down her arm.

Another demodog starts towards her and Nancy comes running, shoving Robin out of the way and firing her sawed-off shotgun at the creature. Robin scrambles for her axe, the pain in her arm searing, and cries out to Nancy.

“We can’t waste ammo, we’ve just got to run,”

Nancy finishes off the demodog and turns, both of them making a run for it. Robin wracks her brain for nearby safe spots, bunkers, stashed bikes or anything to get them away. There’s a growl somewhere behind them, not incredibly close but too near for Robin’s comfort. She spots the flickering lights of the theatre and grasps Nancy’s hand, pulling them through the door frame - the glass shattered long ago - and running through the foyer.

“Rob, where are we going?” Nancy asks, out of breath as they continue to run.

“Used to work here a few summers ago, we can hide out in the projector room,”

They dart down an aisle of cinema seats, bursting through an ‘employees only’ door and up the narrow set of stairs beyond it.

The projector room is stuffy and small, with most of the space taken up by the projector itself. Nancy helps Robin push a table and chair up against the door; they both know it won’t do much, but it’s the thought that counts. Nancy sighs, sliding down to wall to the floor.

“Shit we should radio the others-“ Robin pages the room, rummaging through her backpack for her walkie. Nancy takes her hand as she walks past her, pulling her down to sit next to her.

“Just wait, for now, we don’t know if those things followed us,” Nancy whispers, “better to stay quiet for now.

She takes in properly for the first time the sheer amount of blood streaking down Robin’s arm.

“Rob, get out a bandage and some alcohol for me?”

Robin gives her a pained look and reluctantly passes Nancy their quickly depleting bottle of rubbing alcohol, a roll of bandage and a pair of scissors.

“Hold my hand?” Robin doesn’t meet her eyes as she holds her hand out to Nancy; she takes it without any hesitation, slowly peeling back Robin’s shirt and pouring alcohol on her wound. Robin hisses through her teeth and grips Nancy’s hand tightly.

“Sorry, sweet,” Nancy whispers, “almost done,”

She doesn’t notice how Robin flushes at the nickname, helping her pull her shirt off completely now. Nancy wraps the bandage around her shoulder and chest for support, tying it off in a little bow. Robin finds a spare shirt in the bag, rolling up the bloodied one to be washed when they get back to the others. If they get back.

Her wound wrapped up, Robin slumps against the wall next to Nancy, intertwining their fingers.

“Fuck, that was scary,”

Nancy rubs circles with her thumb on Robin’s shaky hand, the feeling of layers of grime and dirt and blood ever-present. Present as they had been for the last few weeks; or was it months?

“At least we got food for everyone,” Nancy tried to uplift the mood. They had gotten a decent haul; they’d broken into a warehouse a little ways out of town and gotten a bunch of canned food and even some bottled water and ingredients like flour and oats they could whip into something edible.

“The kids’ll be happy we got some canned fruit,” Robin notes, “Max’s been complaining that she hasn’t had anything sweet for ages, plus they need the vitamins,”

Nancy smiles. She can’t pinpoint exactly when she and Robin started thinking this way; as if the younger teens were ‘their kids’ and they had to look after them, but she supposed it was true. While some actual parents remained, they hadn’t been fighting Upside-Down creatures for the past four years; it was up to Nancy, Robin and the other older teens to handle supplies. They have been through this before; of course never on this scale - and at some point, their instinctual reaction has become ‘protect the kids before yourself. The Kids come first.’

That instinct was what led Nancy and Robin to volunteer to go to the warehouse. They knew they would have to pass through some of the most dangerous areas for demodogs, demobats, hell even some fully-fledged demogorgons, but The Kids were getting hungry. Hopper and Joyce had to stay to keep order, Steve was currently injured and couldn’t walk, Eddie out of action too as per their pairing system; Argyle and Jonathan were already out looking for water leaving Robin and Nancy.

Hopper tried to warn them, to get them to wait for more people to go with them, but Nancy had given him a hard stare and he begrudgingly let them go.

The sound of something treading in the seating area below causes them to inhale sharply, holding their breaths. Nancy Looks over at Robin and finds the other girl looking back at her, Robin’s holding her hand more firmly, although with a slight shakiness.

Whether it’s the adrenaline of the situation building up or the agonizing weeks spent pining after her, now being presented an opportunity, Nancy brings a hand up to Robin’s cheek, heart bursting when the taller girl leans into the touch. She starts to move forward, pausing merely an inch from Robin’s face. Her eyes dart to her lips, up over her freckles and into Robin’s eyes, deep and blue as the ocean.

“Is this okay?” She breathes. Robin gulps and nods weakly, and Nancy presses their lips together. She panics for a moment when Robin doesn’t reciprocate the kiss, but soon enough the other girl is leaning in more; Nancy feels Robin’s free hand tangling in her hair, running her fingers through her matted curls.

She feels like she can breathe for the first time since the air had been polluted by Upside-Down spores; since she thought she was a goner in that hospital, the oozing flagged creature looming over her; since the first fateful time she crawled into the Upside-Down in 1983.

There’s another sound of the door to the stairs opening, and they pull apart; breathless and scared to shit. Robin slides the hand in Nancy’s hair down to the small of her back, her other hand still intertwined with Nancy’s.

“If this is the end, I’m glad it’s with you, Nancy Wheeler,”

Nancy uses her thumb to wipe away a tear Robin hadn’t even noticed fall. “If this is the end, I’m glad it’s with you, Robin Buckley,”

Whatever is coming up the stairs is getting closer now, and Nancy shifts to position her gun and aim for the doorway, crouching so she can move quickly. She passes Robin her Russian Makarov, the girl giving her a solemn nod.

Nancy is confused as the door handle moves slowly, rather than being blown wide open as she had expected it to be. She doesn’t move her aim away from the door, however; she knows too well not to let her guard down too much.

The door creaks open and Nancy stands, and she hears Robin stand and cock her gun behind her.

“Wait wait wait, it’s us, it’s just us,” Lucas and Max step in, Lucas with his palms raised and Max with a cocky grin.

“What the fuck are you guys doing here, you know you’re not allowed to leave camp!” Nancy lowers her gun and scolds the younger two, stepping towards them and checking them for any wounds, “you could have gotten yourselves killed,”

“So could you,” Max shoots back, smirk gone and replaced with a fiery, stern look, “you didn’t make any effort to contact us and you’re days over schedule to return; we were worried you’d been killed!”

Nancy purses her lips. She does have a point, they hadn’t radioed their entire trip and they were at least three days past when they were estimated to return. It doesn’t help that when they did plan on radioing Robin and Nancy had gotten… distracted.

“We’re glad you came looking for us, but Nance is right,” Robin steps forward, slotting the Markov into her belt, “We came in here because we were being chased by demodogs, you’re both putting yourselves at risk looking for us,”

“We killed the last two demodogs,” Lucas offers, holding up a rifle, Max a revolver, “Will taught us how to use ‘em, just in case,”

Thunder rolls and rumbles the building, dust falling from the ceiling. Nancy takes Robin’s hand and leads to off down the stairs. “We’d better get moving,”