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nancy and her scruffy looking werewolf girlfriend
The Wolf and The Witch
Part 1/?
Steve knows better than to enter the Witchwood. He’d been warned from the time he was a child, back before the wolf, that it was home to its namesake. And not just any witch, a dangerous one. One that had killed an entire hunting party, unprompted, with the flick of a finger. None who have entered those woods since have ever returned.
Steve knows better than to enter the Witchwood, but he doesn’t have a choice. Robin is slumped over his back, hands clenched tightly in his fur, clinging desperately to consciousness. He can feel her blood, warm and sticky, matting the fur of his back. His own gait is slowed, every step jolting the silver teeth digging into his right hind leg and sending sharp pain shooting through him. He’s not sure how much longer he can run, and he can hear them - the bloodthirsty cries of the townsfolk dead set on his murder.
They had been found out. So many cycles of living in this town, living among its residents as a friend and neighbour, and still they’ve all turned on him. Of all the times for it to happen, too. It was the moon he had agreed to make Robin a wolf. She had already been weakened from the wolf taking hold when they had been attacked, the silver already a weakness but her body not yet given over to the strength of the wolf.
Steve wishes he could take her to Nancy, knows Nancy would help despite everything, but the townspeople have blocked them off, funneled him in his blind panic. His only hope is to lose them is the wood, but even then he might lose Robin to his own fumbling medical knowledge.
But first, he has to get away from their pursuers. Steeling himself with a deep breath, Steve enters the Witchwood.
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Eddie is no stranger to people trying to do him harm. It’s been a constant in his life from the time he was a child, long before his gifts had awakened. And one that had- well. It’s been a constant of his life, sure as the cycle of the moon and sun. So he notices the prickle of someone entering the woods, but he gives it no regard. It happens a few times a year, that someone gets it into their heads that they will be the one to kill “The Witch of the Woods”. None ever even make it to him, losing themselves in the enchanted trees.
These trees are older than him, and their magic is their own. They like him and welcome him among them, but otherwise are hostile to outsiders. In the beginning, he had tried to help those who became lost in the woods, but those days have long since passed. Despite what his uncle says about his soft heart, Eddie’s become bitter and jaded and he no longer pays any mind to those who venture into the woods.
But this time, something is different. Eddie feels the disturbance of someone crossing into the forest, feels the shift of magic as the forest warps around them, and it’s… different. The ways and paths of the trees are second nature to him, he can tell by the shimmer of magic against his skin which paths have been revealed and which hidden away and this…
The forest is being lenient, gentle. The interlopers are shown the ways to peaceful places, soft and danger-free. Eddie can recall only a few times that the forest has been kind to intruders, and it has almost exclusively been to children.
So he’s more than curious already when he feels the buzz of more people crossing the boundary into the woods. A lot more. And Eddie realizes that this hunt is not for him.
The trees are not so kind this time, opening its twists and turns like a maze, a trap for anyone foolish enough not to turn back immediately. They don’t, of course. They never do. Eddie pays them no mind, drawn instead by curiosity to the two that are being pursued.
He steps between the trees, slipping into a space that’s folded away between reality, picking his way with ease through paths that are there and paths that are not until he emerges at the edge of a small clearing, moonlit and mossy. Theres a tiny spring-fed pond and there, limping toward it, is a wolf. It’s huge, the size of a small bear, with a strong frame and thick russet fur.
It notices him at the same time as he notices it, and it’s massive head swings to face him, teeth already bared in a snarl. It’s hackles raise, and it turns fully, squaring up, a threatening growl rumbling across the little clearing to him.
Eddie steps back, already gathering his power until it glows around him with dark energy, because this is no normal wolf. Even without the size and the silver trap clamped around its leg giving it away, he can see it in its eyes, feel in its presence that this is something more.
He recalls his childhood, the warning tales at his mother’s knee. He remebers later, freshly chased out of town and taken in by his uncle, watching as the old man leafed through his ancient book and warned Eddie that he wasn’t the only dangerous thing in the wilds. Eddie has no doubt that he’s come across one of those dangerous things now. He looks at the wolf and knows exactly what he’s seeing.
A werewolf.
I'm Right Here
A continuation to Full Moon requested by @robincityofsilver. We dive back into the Robin is a werewolf world with this one. Quick disclaimer: my knowledge of werewolves is not that great so I adapted it to whatever the hell I wanted to be. Still a werewolf though, no worries.
You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.
Robin was pacing the floor of her bedroom. The full moon was rapidly approaching. Nancy had marked the date on the calendar that she had gifted Robin. It was probably the only thing marked on it. But with only a few hours until the next transition, Robin really couldn’t be bothered to care.
Somehow there was one thing she still cared about, one thing she couldn’t forget. Nancy Wheeler’s lips attached to her cheek. Whenever she closed her eyes, she could still feel them pressing against her skin. It might have been the only good thing that had come from this whole ordeal.
Although she did also appreciate how close she and Nancy had become. Even if it gave her this illusion that maybe she wasn’t completely insane for liking Nancy like that. Which was ridiculous because Nancy could never like her back.
But that was hard to remember when said girl was sitting on her bed.
“Robin, you need to calm down,” Nancy said. She was leaning on her elbows, slouching back, as if this was her own bedroom, as if she felt right at home.
“I should start heading out.”
“Your parents are still downstairs.”
“Nance,” Robin whimpered. Her canines were growing already, it was hurting her jaw.
“Alright.” Nancy stood up carefully. “Alright, we’ll get going. We’ll just tell them that we’re going for a walk. We’ll go to Lovers Lake, like last month.”
“We? No, Nance, you are not coming with me,” Robin protested.
“Like hell I’m not.”
“No, I could hurt you.”
“You won’t.” Nancy placed her hands on her hips.
“How can you know that?”
“You didn’t hurt me last time.”
“Last time was the first time. It might be different now. I can’t— What if I can’t control it?”
“Robin, I trust you and I know you. You said it yourself, you were able to recognize my smell. I know you won’t hurt me, Robin. I know it. I can feel it.” Her hands moved from her hips to Robin’s upper arms where they softly stroked the bare skin.
“Nance,”
“No, I will not hear any of it. I will go with you and I will stay with you until tomorrow morning. There is nothing you could say that will change my mind.”
“I can think of something,” Robin muttered under her breath, almost inaudible.
If Nancy had heard it, she chose to ignore the comment. Instead, she let her hand slide down until it grabbed on to Robin’s hand, and she softly pulled her along.
“Robin? Is that you?” a voice called from the living room as they passed it.
Robin poked her head into the room. “Hi, yeah, we’re just going for a walk.”
Her mom nodded her head in acknowledgement. “Enjoy!” her father called after them.
The drive to Lovers Lake felt longer than it usually did. Robin kept bouncing in her seat with the agitation and discomfort that the transition brought upon her. Her nails were growing causing her to be unable to clench her fists like she usually did. Her eyes were changing causing her vision to go from normal to distorted to… better. There was hair growing all over her body that caused her skin to itch like crazy.
The second Nancy stopped the car, Robin jumped out, rushing towards the edge of the woods.
“Robin!” Nancy ran after her.
Robin fell on the forest floor, crawling into a ball as her back started breaking and morphing into something new. Nancy crouched down next to her, combing the hair out of Robin’s eyes even when it continued to grow longer and longer.
“Shh, I’m right here, Robin. I’m right here,” Nancy whispered softly.
Robin could barely register her own muffled cries as she pushed her face into the moss. She could feel Nancy pull her head into her lap. She could feel Nancy’s hand sliding through her fur. It felt nice.
And then everything went blank.
-
Robin hadn’t rushed away to transition back. She had simply cuddled closer into Nancy’s body as the pain went through her once more. It didn’t hurt as much to turn back. Her spine settling back like it was supposed to. Her nails retracted, much like her canines. The hair fell out in clumps, covering Nancy’s lap in a carpet of fur.
“Welcome back,” Nancy said with a smile as she started cleaning her pants. Robin’s head was still laying in her lap.
Robin shivered. She was vaguely aware that she was naked. She was very aware she was cold.
“Robin? Are you alright?” Nancy’s hand felt hot against her bare shoulder.
“Cold,” Robin croaked out.
“Oh, yes, of course.”
When Robin looked up at Nancy’s face, she saw a deep red blush. It made Robin want to cover her body. But as she looked at her discarded clothes, she saw nothing but ripped pieces of cloth.
Nancy shuffled from under Robin and took of her jacket. “Let me get you home.”
Robin barely noticed that she got up, that she followed Nancy to the car. She crawled into the backseat. Nancy’s jacket was wrapped around as much of her body as it could cover.
“Robin, are you alright?” Nancy’s eyes caught Robin’s in the rearview mirror.
“Yeah, I’m alright. Th— thank you. Thank you for staying with me.”
“Of course,” Nancy replied.
A silence fell over them. One that burned in Robin’s ears. She wanted to say something, anything. But the words just wouldn’t come, and her throat stung.
“Robin, can I ask you something?” Nancy looked over at her friend.
Robin nodded.
“Earlier, you said something. You said you knew a reason why I wouldn’t want to come with you. I just— what is it?”
“I— Nance.” She didn’t want to talk about this. She had hoped Nancy hadn’t heard. She had forgotten she said it.
“It’s just that I can’t really imagine there would be any reason for me not to go with you. It’s just been swirling in my head all night.” Nancy tried to laugh it off.
“Can you drop me off at home?” Robin tried not to look at the girl.
“Sure.” Nancy sounded slightly annoyed.
“Nance, don’t be upset.”
“I’m not.”
“I can hear that you are.” Robin finally lifted her gaze. Nancy didn’t look upset.
“I’m not upset. I’m a little worried though. I’m worried that you don’t trust me. I— Nevermind.”
“I’m falling in love with you.” The words slipped over Robin’s lips. She expected the car to come to a standstill. She expected Nancy to take a deep breath, continue driving, drop her off at home, pretend it’s okay and then she expected Nancy to never speak to her again.
The car came to a screeching halt. Nancy turned around, her eyes locked on Robin’s face.
“Are you serious?”
Robin nodded. Maybe she had expected wrong. Maybe Nancy would kick her out of the car right now.
“You love me?”
Robin nodded again.
Nancy opened her car door, got out and slipped into the backseat, right next to Robin.
“Do you want me to leave?”
Nancy shook her head.
“Okay,” Robin breathed.
Nancy leaned in closer. “Tell me to stop.”
Robin wouldn’t. She would never tell Nancy to do anything or to stop with anything. She would never stop Nancy from leaning in. She would never stop Nancy from softly kissing her, gently moving her lips against Robin’s.
Her skin was buzzing and this time it wasn’t because of the full moon, this time it was because Nancy’s palm was resting against her skin and her lips were on Robin and it felt incredible. It felt so much better than the kiss on her cheek. Robin knew she’d be thinking about this none stop for the next month. Maybe even two. Maybe she’d think about it for the rest of her goddamn life.
Nancy pulled away with a sigh and a soft smile. “I have been wanting to do that since last month.”
“We should do again next month,” Robin replied with a smile grazing her own lips.
“I’m not waiting another goddamn month.” Nancy dove back in.
Hehehe not done yet at all but here’s a lil sneak peak of @robins-raspberry-beret ‘s werewolf Robin
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monsterfucker nancy is so real
Ronancetober Day 2
yes all of these will be late im busy all the time
anyway the word count on this one is 5000+ (i got carried away) so have fun with that
Prompt: werewolf/vampire
WC: 5047
Warnings: some descriptions of injuries, nothing too graphic, but it is there
“Nancy?”
The teen froze, utterly still at the sound of her father’s voice. How he had found her, now of all times, like this, she didnt know.
“Dad,” she said, stumbling back. “Dad, please, wait, I can explain!”
The gun still hadn’t moved, but Ted Wheeler’s jaw was hanging from his skull, eyes wider than moons.
Never in a billion years had he thought he would be staring at his daughter, covered in blood, fanged, and draining a deer carcass.
Nancy kept her hands up, eyes trained on the weapon in his hands. Her heart was hammering, and she kept trying to get far enough away to bolt before he had time to shoot her.
“Nancy, what the hell is this?” He said, gun now wavering in his grip. “A joke? This is not funny, Nancy, you know how dangerous vampires are.”
“Dad, I’m-I’m not, I mean, I am, but-“
There was nothing she could think of to say, four years of hiding, and she had no idea how to try and hide from this.
A gunshot cracked through the night sky, and Nancy stumbled back, hand going to her stomach, shock clear on her face.
Ted’s gun was aimed at her, the end of the barrel still smoking, his face a stone-still mask.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
Another gunshot, and her vision went black.
“Still nothing?”
Robin slammed the phone down on the receiver, snarling when she did.
Steve and Jonathan both were on their own home phones, they were talking through the radios, trying to get ahold of Mike and Nancy.
Three days since the full moon, the first one Nancy had missed. With no warning and no apology, nothing at all from her, and Robin was worried.
“Have your kids found anything?” Robin asked. “Gotten ahold of Mike or Karen?”
“Will says Mike was going on a trip with his dad,” Jonathan said. “But he didnt say where.”
“Another hunting trip, then,” Steve said, and Robin shivered. The Wheeler family may seem unassuming at first, but everyone in Hawkins knew them as one of the oldest and most skilled monster hunting families. And with all the strange shit they’ve had to deal with over the years, that might seem like a good thing, until you saw their ragtag group, especially the non-human ones.
Robin was their resident werewolf, bitten during the Vecna situation, changed for the first time four days after the quakes.
Will and El, both of them because of their experiences in the Upside Down, were telekinetic, Will’s powers more subtle, but still there. Still something other.
Eddie was… something, that was for sure. He didnt know exactly what had caused it, but something had given him enhanced speed, sense of smell, even strength, all with an unfortunate allergy to silver tacked on top.
Nancy was the one in the most danger of all of them, wolves could be hunted down, and those that weren’t rarely lived longer than most humans, and the ones that did that only lived so long because they learned to blend in, until they weren’t threats. Psychics were the same, they weren’t immortal or blessed with longer lives.
But nance? She was a vampire, a fledgling, sure, but still one of the most hated and hunted monsters in the world. And if anyone had found out she was one, and that Mike had been helping her hide what she was, they were both dead.
Or worse.
“Steve? Jonathan, Robin is that you?” Mike’s voice came from their radios, and she grabbed hers.
“Little Wheeler, where’ve you been?” Steve said. “We’ve been trying to find you for hours.”
“I know, I had to hide my radio and turn it off,” Mike said. “We need to meet somewhere ASAP.”
“Basement?” Jonathan asked.
“No! Somewhere far away from my house, and we have to go soon!”
They settled on Skull Rock, Robin jumping out of Steve’s car to go run and find the other kid.
Mike was waiting there, pacing back and forth (based on the worn-down grass, he’d been here for a while). When he heard Robin coming, he turned around, and his face lit up.
“Oh Robin, thank god you’re safe,” he said, tackling her in a hug. “I thought they might have gotten you too.”
Steve and Jonathan came running up next, Eddie close behind them.
“What are you talking about, Mike?” Robin asked, holding him by his shoulders. “Where’s Nancy?”
Mike’s eyes welled up, and her heart dropped.
“Dad caught her four days ago, just before the full moon,” he said, pointing to the map. “Right here. Neither of us knew he was going out to hunt or patrol or whatever, but he got her.”
“How do you know? Have you seen her?”
Mike’s head shook back and forth. “No, I didn’t, and Dad only said something about catching one, but he didn’t say it was Nancy.”
“So how do we know it was her?” Eddie said. The others shot him a look, and he raised his hands. “All I’m saying is we better be sure that it is her before we try and fight your dad.”
“He told mom to get me out of the house, Holly too,” Mike said. “He’s never done that with other kills or captures. It was Nancy.”
“How do we know she’s alive?”
Everyone looked at Will, who looked sick to his stomach, but he held fast.
“Ted kills every monster he comes across, why would Nancy be different? Because she’s his kid? You know he doesn’t think like that.”
Robin could remember all too well the way Mike had reacted when Nancy had told him she was a vampire, had been for years without him knowing. He’d tried to stake her, spitting out hateful things he’d been taught from birth by Ted, until Robin had knocked him out, then they all knocked some sense into him.
Funnily enough, it had been Will’s revelation he was technically non-human too now that had made Mike see sense.
“She’s a fledgling vampire,” he said. “Fledglings have a stronger connection to the ones that turned them than full vamps. If she’s alive, Dad is going to try and use her to find the vamp who turned her. Then he’ll kill them both.”
“But the vamp who turned her is dead,” Steve said, and Jonathan nodded. “We killed him in 1983.”
“Dad doesnt know that, though,” Mike said. “And Nancy’s smart enough to know that. She wouldn’t have told him he’s dead because…”
“Because she knows its the only reason he’s keeping her alive,” Robin finished, horror dawning on her face. “And the best way to lure out a fledgling’s turner….”
Oh god.
“We need to find her,” Steve said, almost frantic. “We need to find her now.”
All of the typical Wheeler, and even hunter, prisons and hide spots were empty, none of them had even seen Ted for days, since the full moon.
“He probably went on some long-term gig, or’s taking a break,” one of the older hunters said. “Serves ‘im right, he’s been doing tons this past year.”
They were back at Steve’s house, with the same leads they had when they started: none.
“This makes no sense,” Jonathan was saying. “Where could he have a big enough space to hide her? And somewhere no one knows about?”
Robin was glaring at the map, staring hard enough that it looked like she was trying to set it on fire. She’d gone with Mike to find the spot Nancy had been feeding, tracking the blood trails, but it just ended at the Wheeler house.
El had attempted to find her, going into a trance to try and find any trace, but Mike and Jonathan had pulled her out of it when she started screaming. The poor kid had been too rattled to say anything besides, "bad," before she left to calm down.
The look they had all shared once she was gone had only dulled the mood. Something bad enough to freak El out, especially after everything she'd seen, was worse than bad. It was terrible.
It was dead silent, which was unusual considering everyone was here, including Lucas and Max, all of them staring at the map.
Eddie was still going through old town blueprints to see if there were any hidden rooms or areas they could have put her in, Dustin hovering over his shoulder, but still nothing.
“I got it!”
Everyone faced the source of the sound, and saw Will holding up a book.
“Town electrical records,” he said, pointing to a page on the document. “Right here, the Wheelers paid for an electrician to rewire parts of their house, and to set up power in a boiler room that hadn’t been used in years.”
Robin glanced over the page, taking note of the dimensions. Big enough for more than seven people, and totally hidden unless you knew where to look.
“That’s it. That’s where she is.”
Mike and El had gone in together, Mike because he knew his way around the house, El for protection. Robin and Eddie had both been ordered to stay hidden in the woods, in case any of the stuff in the boiler room could alert Ted that they were there.
“They should be back by now,” Steve said, tapping the radio on the car door. “I’m calling them.”
“Don’t.” Eddie took the radio. “They get caught, we’re all fucked. Nancy especially.”
Robin growled, ignoring their stares as she watched the door. Nancy was in there, and based on El’s visions, she was hurting badly. And she was stuck out here, hiding from Ted fucking Wheeler of all people.
“Steve, are you there?”
The radio crackled to life, and they all crowded it instantly.
“Mike, did you find her?”
“No, we found the door though,” he said. “But we can’t get past it. Something in the metal is messing with El’s powers.”
“Maybe an electromagnetic field?” Will said. “I always notice mine go wonky when I’m too close to one.”
“Could be, but regardless, we need someone to either pick the lock or break the door down,” he said.
“Fuck with a side of fuck,” Eddie said. “We try that, Ted’s going down guns ablaze.”
“Mike, get out of there for now,” Steve said. “Hurry back.”
He slid the antenna down, tossing the radio in the back of the car.
“Fuck,” he said. Robin agreed with the sentiment.
Metal hinges creaked somewhere in the distance, but still close enough for her ears to catch.
She heard footsteps, coming closer and closer, then stopping outside the door.
The metal screeched as it opened, and Nancy flinched back from the noise, a pained hiss coming from her throat when the shackles dug into her bloody wrists.
“Ready to tell me what turned you?”
Ted had a revolver filled with blessed bullets, little silver things that were carved with symbols that could knock most non-humans out. In his other hand was a bottle and rag, the smell coming from it making her stomach twist.
She glared up at him, eyes squinted from the light, and Ted sighed.
“I don’t see why you don’t just make this easier on yourself,” he said. “All this?” He pointed around the room, at the silver shackles and UV bulbs that were so powerful they burned her skin. “Stops with one simple answer.”
“Fuck you,” Nancy spat, fangs shooting out as she snarled at her father.
Ted shook his head, then shut the door behind him. The lock clicked into place, and he put on sunglasses before flicking one of the light switches.
Another UV lamp turned on, this one aimed right at her face.
Most sunlight couldn’t hurt vampires, or at least fledglings, without long exposure times. They burned easier than most humans, which is where part of the rumor came from.
But the common reason most people thought vampires were nightwalkers? The torture methods modern hunters had used on them.
Namely, powerful, drawn-out exposure, either through magnifying glasses to concentrate the sun’s rays, or the modern equivalent: UV lamps with enough wattage to power a small solar panel.
She flinched back, hissing in pain as the light washed over her already burned skin. The other lamps had been on 24/7, not turned off for even a moment of the day or night to keep her weak enough that she couldn’t hope to escape, had burned almost every inch of skin that wasn’t covered by her ratty shirt or pants.
She could smell it the instant he uncorked the bottle, the fumes acrid enough to burn her nose as she breathed them in, and she twisted in the chains, trying to get as far from him as she could.
The bottle was filled with concentrated blackthorn berry oil, something she had learned very early on was the easiest method to deter non-humans. The oil’s properties weren’t sought after because they killed, no, these were never used by hunters who just staked the vamps they hunted.
Ted poured a small amount into a bucket, then filled it with water, dipping several cloths into it, and one small bottle.
He took one of the dripping towels and stood up, getting closer to Nancy as he did.
Blackthorn oil was used solely by hunters who wanted to torture information out of their captives. Hunters who knew how to do it well.
And Nancy knew her dad was one of those hunters, he’d taught them since they were kids how to make non-humans answer their questions.
The soaked rag was wrapped around her arm, and she bit her tongue to keep herself silent.
Her silence only lasted until the third rag.
When he draped that one across her shoulders, she twisted in the chains, and screamed.
“So here’s the plan.”
Weapons and fake teeth and mini fireworks were dropped onto the hood of Steve’s car, the product of an entire day spent gathering supplies.
“Mini Wheeler runs home, tells Ted he thinks he saw a vamp, gets him out of the house,” he said, and Mike nodded. “Then when Ted is gone, Robin and I sneak into the house, she breaks down that door, and gets Nancy out.”
“Meantime, me and the rats will lure Ted to Skull Rock,” Eddie said. “Where El and Will are going to trap him, and wipe his memory of this entire week. Make him forget Nancy’s a vampire and everything else he might’ve learned.”
“Then while that’s happening, Jonathan and Max find his study, get rid of any notes or reports he made about Nancy being a vampire,” Steve said. “And I make sure Karen and Holly don’t know anything about this, and if they do, they won’t tell Ted.”
The plan had been cobbled together in a few hours, most of the planning done through the radios while everyone ran around trying to find supplies and get into their spots. But it was solid, considering how little prep time they’d had.
“Mike, give Eddie and the others ten minutes to get ready,” Steve said, and the forest crew waved as they headed into the woods. Mike tossed his radio to Robin, who hooked it to her belt, before he went to his house. Once he was in, Jonathan, Max, Steve and Robin all snuck around to the back wall of the house, opposite to the back door Ted and Mike would run out of, but still close enough to see when they left.
They waited, utterly silent, for Mike to lure Ted out. Robin could feel her heart hammering in her chest, the adrenaline building the longer they were standing there.
“Robin, it’s going to be ok,” Steve said, hand going to her shoulder. She snarled at him, and he jerked back.
Her eyes flashed gold, incisors growing as she glared at him.
“Don’t do that, Steve,” she said, staring at the wall. “You know what Ted’s like, she’s told us what he’s done.”
“She’s still his kid,” he said. “Other monsters, sure, but Nancy? I don’t think he can just ignore all of his memories of her because of some fangs.”
Her eyes narrowed in on the Reagan sign, proudly displayed in the front yard, and she huffed.
“Don’t be so sure,” she said, and before Steve could respond, the door swung open, Ted and Mike running into the woods with guns and harpoons jury-rigged to shoot wooden spears.
The radio crackled, and Steve said, “Eddie, you’ve got Wheeler one and two incoming.”
“Copy that, pretty boy,” Eddie said. “Go get our girl.”
Robin was already moving, at the door before it could slam shut, ushering the other three in before locking it behind them.
Jonathan and Max headed right for Ted’s office, and Steve took Robin’s wrist before she could leave.
“Be careful,” he said, staring right at her. “You have to be ready for anything.”
Robin nodded, and he left to go find Mrs. Wheeler and Holly.
She could smell the silver and trace amounts of wolfsbane and tree sap, following it to the door under the stairs.
It had a lock on it, but El had broken the mechanism yesterday to make this easier. She pushed the door open, closing it behind her as she headed down into the stairwell.
The lights were off, but she didn’t need them to see the stairs in front of her, or the doorway at the bottom.
Along the wall, there were guns and blowdart tubes, each one carved with blessed symbols, no doubt the bullets were the same. Designed and built to kill or capture non-humans.
The door ahead must have been the one El was talking about, it looked like a completely ordinary metal door with no window, but the hair on her arms prickled when she got closer, and she could hear the faint thrumming of electricity coming from it.
So the door was electrified, that was great.
Her radio crackled, and she picked it up, hearing Dustin shouting something.
“Almost at Skull Rock! How’s things for you guys?”
“There’s nothing about Nancy in his office,” Max said. “Only a few notes about blackthorn oil and an order for white oak planks.”
“Karen thinks Nancy went on a camping trip with some friends,” Steve said. “Ted hasn’t told her anything.”
“I’m at the door,” Robin said, then slammed a shoulder against the solid metal.
The metal crumpled under her blow, the wires connected to it sparking as they were ripped away. The door was partially open, Robin could see a room and three other doors inside, as well as cabinets and boxes that smelled vile.
She wrenched the door open all the way, storming into the room, looking around to find Nancy.
One of the doors, the one at the end, had a thin strip of light peeking through the bottom.
She smelled something burning, and blackthorn berries, inside.
This door was solid steel, covered with a layer of silver, she figured out when a single touch burned her hand. But it wasn’t unbreakable, and the handle was a cheap wooden knob.
She crushed the handle, knocking the door back with a foot, and had to cover her eyes because of how bright it was.
Why the hell is it so….
The answer to her question came when her eyes adjusted well enough to see what every light was aimed at. Her heart dropped to the floor.
Nancy was chained to the walls, manacles digging into her wrists, throat, and ankles, blood streaking the metal. Her skin was blistered and burning from the lamps (solar lamps, Robin realized with horror) and the skin not burning was covered with rags soaked in blackthorn oil.
She wasn’t moving. It didn’t even look like she was breathing.
“Oh my god,” she said, and saw the light switches on the wall, turning the lamps off as fast as she could. The rags went next, Robin tearing a piece of her shirt off to pull them off Nancy’s skin.
Underneath where the rags were, her skin was black and rotting, her veins dark from where the poison had spread through her system.
The chains were solid silver, anchored deep enough in the walls that she couldn’t pull them out before they started burning through her skin, and the manacles were held shut by screws and bolts, no lock she could pick.
“Guys, Ted is at Skull Rock,” Eddie said. “Mike just knocked him out, Will and El are doing their thing.”
“Yeah, Karen is looking for the source of the crash, Robin, was that you?”
Robin ignored their voices while she went looking for something to use to get Nancy down, finding a small screwdriver and pliers.
She got Nancy’s ankles free first, then her neck, barely able to hold back a snarl when she saw how torn and bloody the skin underneath it was. When she freed Nancy’s wrists, she had to drop her tools in time to be able to catch the vampire.
Robin was gentle as she lowered Nancy to the ground, settling the shorter girl’s head on her lap.
“Nance, hey,” she said, tapping her cheek. “Nancy, wake up.”
Nothing.
“Robin, we need to know your progress!” Steve said. “Did you find Nancy? Jon and Max are out by the car with me, we need to go.”
“I found her,” she said, her voice cracking towards the end. “I found her, Steve, she’s in bad shape, I don’t know if she’s alive.”
Muffled curses came from the other side of the radio, and she shook Nancy again, a little rougher this time.
“Nance, come on, wake up,” she said, brushing a few strands of knotted hair off her face. “C’mon, you have to let me know you’re ok, please.”
There.
It was barely noticeable, wouldn’t have been to a normal human, but she saw Nancy’s lips move.
“Oh thank god,” Robin practically sobbed, holding the other girl close to her chest, feeling the moment she started to wake up. “Nancy, thank god, oh my god.”
“Robin?” Her voice was utterly mangled, and it was more of a gurgle than actual words, but she heard it.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Robin said, relaxing her grip enough to smile down at the vampire. “Hey, you’re safe now, I’ve got you, I’m getting you out of here.”
Nancy’s eyes cracked open, finding Robin’s as they did, and the faintest smile formed on her lips.
“Knew you would,” she whispered.
“Robin, we have to go!”
Oh shit, Steve.
“Hold on, Nance, this is going to hurt a bit,” Robin said, and lifted Nancy bridal style, ignoring the way her gasp of pain made her heart ache, and shut the door to the cell, making her way up the stairs to the main house.
She got to the entryway of the house when she heard footsteps. And then a gun being racked.
“Turn around slowly,” Karen’s voice said, and Robin froze. “Or I will blow your head off.”
Robin clenched her jaw, forcing her eyes back to normal, and she turned, seeing Karen staring at them, shotgun pointed right at her head.
Karen’s face dropped when she saw Robin, and then looked horrified when she saw who was in the girl’s arms.
“Oh my god, Nancy, what did you do to her?” She demanded, moving closer to Robin and keeping the gun up.
“Ask your worthless excuse of a husband,” Robin snarled. She really shouldn’t have been acting like this, not with a severly injured Nancy in her arms, not when she knew that shotgun had silver mixed into it, but fuck, Nancy’s own goddamned family had done this to her, and Robin was done.
Karen faltered at that, and Robin saw when she took a closer look at her daughter. Those injuries only came from one place, and only happened to one kind of creature.
“She’s a vampire?” Karen whispered, staring at the both of them. The gun was still aimed at her, but it was wavering in the air. “Te-Ted did this?”
Robin just glared, keeping her arms wrapped protectively around Nancy, until the gun dropped. She blinked, shocked, and Karen waved.
“Get her out of here,” she said, tears welling in her eyes. “Do whatever you have to do, just please, keep her safe.”
Robin’s glare softened, and she nodded once before she was out the door, running to Steve’s car.
“Robin, what- Oh my fucking god!”
Steve’s question was cut short by himself when he saw Nancy. The doors were already opened, and Robin got in the back, Nancy’s now unconscious body leaning against her.
Max and Jonathan were already gone, headed to Skull Rock to help with Ted, and Robin shut the door.
“Go, Steve,” she said, cradling Nancy’s head in her lap. “Now!”
They were at the Byers’ house, Joyce had been filled in by Will on their situation, and Nancy was asleep in the guest room, being looked after by Lucas and Max.
Steve was cleaning out the bucket they had used to wet the rags they had to use to get any remaining blackthorn oil off of Nancy’s skin. Jonathan was talking with his mom on the front porch, Will and El still hovering over Ted’s unconscious body to wipe his memories.
Robin was pacing around outside, Eddie watching her with sad eyes.
Only humans had been allowed in to help Nancy, the oil and whatever else Ted had used on her so potent it was physically painful for Robin and the other non-humans to be in there.
“You know, pacing a hole into the ground won’t help anyone,” Eddie said, and she snarled at him, full on snarled, shocking even herself.
Eddie didn’t look too phased, he just got to his feet and dragged Robin to the porch, sitting her down on one of the steps.
“I’m worried about her too, Robin,” he said. “But you’re working yourself into a frenzy, and no one’s going to be helped by that. Especially not you.”
He was right, as loath as she was to admit it. She could feel the moon now, even during day, even when it was barely half-full, hyperaware because of how worried she’d been. And her teeth were sharper than normal, ears a bit more pointed. She’d noticed when she went into the bathroom earlier, her wolfish features coming out with her stress.
“You didn’t see what he was doing to her,” Robin said, voice almost hollow. “I don’t know how anyone can be so cruel, and to his own daughter, I just….”
She had no idea where she was going with that thought, Robin had seen firsthand how badly humans treated those they saw as other. It was bad enough when you were just queer, or a woman, or not normal, and that was just regular human varieties. Non-humans, no matter how harmless, were always treated like monsters, like predators.
Robin had seen how the world treated queer people, the bullying she suffered even before anyone knew she was gay had been awful. She also knew non-humans had it worse, had a couple of years of experience to back that up.
“You never thought anyone could do something like that to Nance,” Eddie said. “Me either, especially someone who knows her. Not one person could look at her and think she’s evil.”
“Ted did,” she said, voice bitter. “Her own goddamned father had her chained to the walls like she was some animal.”
Eddie put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently. Neither of them said anything, just staring off at the trees.
Their little moment of peace was interrupted by Lucas running out, almost tripping over the doorstop, and saying, “She’s awake.”
Robin was up in seconds, following the teen towards the backroom Nancy was in. She could still smell trace amounts of blackthorn oil, but nowhere near enough to bother her.
The door was cracked open, and she saw Max sitting next to the bed, holding out a small cup of water.
“Take it easy,” the redhead was saying, and then Robin opened the door fully.
Nancy looked like shit, to put it nicely. Her arms were covered in bandages, ones soaked with aloe gel to help soothe the burns, and her face was bruised and gaunt, blisters all over the skin. Her neck only had a small bandage over the worst of the burns, but the rest of her skin was uncovered, blisters and ripped skin wherever the collar had been.
Robin stared at her for a few seconds, just so fucking relieved that she was awake, she was going to be ok.
When Nancy was done sipping the water, she saw Robin. Her face lit up, and she waved for Robin to come closer.
Robin’s body moved on its own, and she knelt next to her, taking the offered hand. Both of her wrists were padded with thick bandages, and Robin brushed her thumb over the back of her hand.
“Hey, Nance,” she said, smiling up at the other girl. “I’m glad you’re awake.”
“Me too,” she said, and Robin winced at her voice. It was better than it had been a few hours ago, but still hoarse and quiet. “Thank you for saving me.”
Robin noticed Max leaving, silently thanking the younger girl.
“Of course,” Robin said, moving to sit next to Nancy on the bed. “I would never leave you somewhere like that, not ever.”
Nancy’s smile faded, shoulders bowing inward. Robin mentally cursed, she hadn’t meant to make her upset.
“Hey, hey, it’s ok, Nance,” she said, placing a hand on Nancy’s thigh. “You’re safe now, I’m here, you’re safe.”
Tears started falling down her cheeks, and Robin pulled her into a hug. Nancy melted into her embrace, hands digging into her shirt, burying her face in Robin’s shoulder. Her body shook violently as she cried, and Robin held on tight, whispering sweet nothings into her ears, brushing through her hair with her fingers.
The sound of a closing door made her look up, and she saw the bedroom door had been closed, probably by Max or Lucas.
Nancy stayed hidden in her shirt for nearly ten minutes, shoulders still shaking from her sobs, but she pulled back enough to stare at Robin. She leaned in to press a kiss to Robin’s lips, so gently it made her heart flutter. Robin kissed back, cupping her face with her hands as she did.
When they broke apart, Nancy rested her forehead on Robin’s, fingers playing with the hem of her shirt.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you for coming for me, Robin.”
Robin smiled, thumb brushing over her cheekbone.
“Of course, Nancy,” she said. “I will always come for you.”
for all the werewolf!Robin fans out there, I am here to feed you ! It’s a quick piece, hope you will like it !
''How did it happen ?'' Nancy asks one night, her fingers trailing soflty over the scar curling between her neck and shoulder, most of it hidden beneath Robin's shirt. She watches carefully for any flinch or wince from Robin, but her girlfriend only closes her eyes and sigh. ''You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to,'' she adds almost immediately, uncomfortable at the idea of Robin forcing herself to talk, ''We can just forget I ask.''
Robin smiles, but it's not like any of her other smiles. This one is subdued, weary, so different from the wide one she flashes Nancy when she's being goofy, or the soft one stretching her lips when she stares at her.
This one screams of pain and sadness, and a million of other things Nancy can't quite decipher.
''It's okay Nance. It happened a long time ago.'' Robin turns on her side, finally opening her eyes to look at Nancy. It feels intimate, the way she looks at her, open and vulnerable. Nancy can't help but press a kiss to her head, affection building in her chest for the girl laying in her bed, ready to talk about the worst thing that ever happened in her life. ''Besides, as my girlfriend, you have now unlocked my dark and mysterious background. Hope you're ready for it, Wheeler.'’
Despite her, a chuckle finds its way out of her throat. To save face, she rolls her eyes and mutters, ''You're a dork.'' before placing a kiss to Robin's cheek, who snickers proudly.
''Yeah, but I'm your dork.''
''That you are.''
For a moment, silence reigns between them. It could have been oppressive, but Robin has taken her hand, and with gentle fingers, she grazes the soft skin of Nancy's palm as if she's holding the most precious thing in the world. Nancy lets her, struggling to keep her chest from exploding at the tenderness with which Robin treats her.
''Was nine when it happened,'' Robin begins, her eyes carefully set on her palm's lines, ''I was with my family, on vacation in some cabin deep inside the forest. One night...'' Robin inhales deeply, her grip tightening slightly. Squeezing her hand brings a small smile to her lips. ''One night, we were all around a campfire, telling jokes and creepy stories and it was fine, you know ? One of the happiest moment we had.''
Robin's eyes flick to hers, lost far away, unseeing. ''It happened all of a sudden. One moment I was laughing my ass off at something my dad told, the next something barrelled into me. I didn't even have time to scream. Its jaw was already keeping me in place and its teeth-'' Sitting up, Robin turns away from her, rubbing her eyes furiously. Nancy follows her, bringing one hand to her back, relieved when Robin leans into it.
''It's okay Rob, you really don't have to continue.''
''No, it's fine, it's cool, I can do it, it's okay.'' Her girlfriend doesn't look like she can do it, but Nancy doesn't protest, pushing her fingers against Robin's back, kneading and pressing like her girlfriend loves. Robin half-turns. Her profile is illuminated by the room's light. She looks beautiful. ''Really Nancy, it's fine. I think... I think I need to do it. I've never really talk about it with anyone.''
''And you need to lighten the burden.'' Nancy says, smiling wearily at Robin's suprised glance. ''I get it.''
Robin's face softens, understanding dawning on her. She turns fully, brings two arms around Nancy's shoulders and tugs until they're pressed flushed against each other, beating heart to beating heart. They stay like that until Nancy feels like the thing expanding in her chest will devour them both.
(Love, it's called love her brain whispers but she ignores it.)
''Sometimes, it feels like it's never going to get away.'' Robin mutters against her cheek, warm and wobbly. ''Like I'm one second away from this night. Like its weight is still resting on my shoulders.'' She can feel the slight shake of Robin's chest against her, reverberating in her own chest, the pain and grief of this moment echoing through her as if she's living it herself. ''Like I can feel my own blood pouring out of me, wet and warm and sticky.''
Her words end in a whine, a high-pitched sound that makes Nancy react instinctively. She shuffles closer to Robin, weaving one arm around her waist, the other curling on her shoulders, leaving her ample of space to bury one hand in Robin's hair. Robin sags against her, shaking and panting, trying to muffle the sobs building in her throat.
''I'm here, shh, I've got you Robin,'' Nancy whispers, massaging Robin's skull, almost hoping she could wash away all her sorrows with a snap of her finger, ''You're safe here, I'm not letting anyone hurt you.''
A sound, something between a sob and a chuckle, leaves Robin's mouth, ragged and choked as if it was torn out of her throat.
''Thing is, I'm not in danger now Nance. I was, ten years ago. Now ?'' Robin tenses in her embrace, drawing back with an intensity in her eyes that Nancy has never seen before. ''Now I'm the danger.''
The idea of Robin being dangerous is so ridiculous, it would have made her smile, had Robin not look like she completely means it.
''Robin, you're not-''
''I'm literally the same thing as the monster who bursted through the woods that day and attacked me. I could easily rip out your throat, just as easily as it has ripped out mine.''
Robin watches her, her face twisted in something Nancy doesn't understand.
''But you wouldn't do it.'' Nancy says, gently cupping Robin's cheeks, relaxing when her girlfriend leans into the touch, eyes fluttering shut. ''You wouldn't hurt me, you wouldn't hurt anyone even if you could.'' She presses a brief kiss to her lips. ''You're not a monster, Rob. You're much more than that.''
A self-deprecating smile stretches Robin's lips. ''Am I though ? You've seen what I did to this demodog.''
Nancy scoffs, rolling her eyes. ''Yeah and you saved us, you idiot. You literally used your 'monstrous' abilities to do good and help. How does that make you a monster ?''
Robin opens her eyes, frowning. ''I- It's different, I couldn't let you die !''
''Exactly ! You chose not to let us die, you chose to save us. That's the most heroic thing I've ever seen someone do. Despite fearing what we would say, or think, you still chose to turn and protect us from the demodog.''
Robin just blinks at her, opening her mouth without words passing the barrier of her lips. Despite the situation, Nancy allows herself a triumphant smile.
''I don't know why you're arguing against me, you know I'm always right.''
It's Robin's turn to scoff, although she can't quite hide the smile tugging at her lips. ''Ugh, you wish.
Laughing, Nancy brings her close again, kissing her temple. Her girlfriend falls into the embrace, nuzzling the side of her neck.
''You're too good at making me feel better, Wheeler.''
''And you're too prompt at thinking you're a monster Buckley. Not only it is very melodramatic-''
Robin gasps, shoving her playfully. ''It is so not melodramatic-''
''But you're also the fluffiest big dog I've ever seen.'' At Robin's groan, Nancy grins. ''You are ! Your fur is just so soo-''
''Shut up.'' Robin growls pushing her against the mattress, hovering her in a manner that is supposed to be intimidating. It only brings warmth to her cheeks. ''I am not cute. I am a killing machine.''
''Sure you are, cutie.'' Nancy drawls, dissolving into laughter at her girlfriend's face.
Robin flops down on top of her, and like most of their playful argument, it ends in a tickle fight that Nancy wins because Robin is too busy staring at her with heart eyes. Still, she wouldn't change it, not for anything.
Robin's stuck as her fluffy dog for the rest of their lives.
