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the-teddy-bear-butch · 2 years

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Bad Idea! || Monster Hunter AU Ronance One-Shot || kinda sorta explicit but not really || 2332 words

(I picture “Get Like” by Kehlani playing while Robin dances, “Devil’s Advocate” by the Neighborhood when she and Nancy meet at the bar, and ofc “bad idea!” by girl in red after that)

The atmosphere of the club was thrilling to Robin Buckley. She may have been a wallflower in high school, but now she was dancing in a throng of people, arms thrown every which way, heads thrown back, hips gyrating in time with the pulsing music. The air was filled with smoke and stank of weed and alcohol. The lights were vibrant, flashing different colors every few seconds and scattering broken rainbows across the dance floor.

It was easy to get lost here. One could easily fall into a rhythm, dancing and swaying to thrumming beats and letting their mind drift away in the stupor of alcohol—but something kept Robin from drowning in the crowd tonight.

That something was staring at her from across the room, eyes like cold chips of sapphire, shining electric in the club lights. There was something hungry in Nancy’s face, a killer instinct that Robin couldn’t help but toy with.

Robin winked at Nancy and then turned to the nearest girl. She took her hand, and with a bout of laughter, the girl moved over. They danced far too close to be decent, and Robin stared into the girl’s blissed out expression. She pointedly ignored the way Nancy was glaring, trying very poorly to hide the anger on her face. She ignored the fact that Nancy was now making her way to the bar, keeping her gaze turned to Robin and the stranger.

The girl in front of Robin moved back and forth, alcohol strong on her breath. She laughed as Robin spun her and pulled her close, her breath hot on the stranger’s ear. She made pointed eye contact across the bar, watching as Nancy was illuminated in soft pink. It matched the shade of her lips—the blush Robin wanted to put on her cheeks.

Blue light shone down on Robin and the stranger, gleaming in the former’s stormy eyes as they met with Nancy’s ocean.

Waves crashed and lightning struck, filling the room with unbearable electricity. The lights met and flared in an intense clash of violet sky, and Robin knew she was doomed to be lost at sea. Her heart was racing with exertion and excitement, drawn against her will to the other girl—the girl who wanted to kill her. The girl who was probably planning her demise at this very moment. The thought was exhilarating.

Robin hadn’t even noticed leaving the stranger—her body seemed to have a mind of its own—but the girl didn’t seem to mind, having already found a new dance partner.

Nancy watched Robin’s approach with eagle eyes, intense, fierce, unreadable. Robin slid onto the stool beside her, but still did not pay her any mind—not yet. She ordered a drink, tapping her fingers in time with the song in the background. When her drink came, she dipped her fingers in and mixed it slowly. Only then did she glance out of the side of her eye at the monster hunter beside her, slowly licking the alcohol from her fingers, savoring the taste.

“Evening, Wheeler,” the girl drawled, voice low and predatory. She turned to face Nancy, taking a long sip of her drink. Satisfaction bloomed warm in her chest at the way Nancy wet her lips and watched, eyelids drooping slightly.

“Evening,” Nancy replied, her voice cool. She drew a long, silvered blade from somewhere under her dress, the hilt intricately detailed. Robin watched the blade, her heart pounding. She knew this weapon had slain many a monster—many of her kin. This was the very weapon she knew spelled her downfall—and yet she couldn’t look away, enchanted by the gleaming silver and the reflected club lights against the deadly metal.

Robin watched as Nancy moved the blade to her own drink, something red and fruity, spearing a cherry from the top. Robin watched as Nancy moved the small fruit to her soft pink lips. Robin watched as Nancy carefully pulled the cherry directly from the blade and crushed it in her teeth. She couldn’t help the soft whine at the back of her throat, nor the steady heat pooling in her stomach.

“What happened to your girlfriend?” Nancy asked, the words venomous, despite her casual demeanor. She gave Robin a meaningful glance, batting her eyelashes. Robin smirked, looking over her shoulder.

“Oh, you mean Hannah?” she replied smoothly, knowing it bothered Nancy. “She’s just a friend. And a damn good dancer.” Her lips curled into a smirk.

When Robin turned her attention back to Nancy, the blade was gone, and Nancy’s jaw was working fiercely. Robin had the strongest urge to leave kisses down that impeccable jawline, to hold Nancy there while she trailed down, leaving her mark—

Such thoughts weren’t allowed. She shouldn’t even be over here, entertaining Wheeler as she was. This was probably part of a trap. An elaborate plan with which Nancy was ten steps ahead and Robin was floundering for footing.

But Robin was a simple lesbian—she could not resist the gorgeous woman in front of her, with her wide, dark doe eyes staring innocent up at Robin like she didn’t have the girl’s heart between her teeth.

“What brings you here?” Robin asked, sipping her drink and letting the alcohol warm her chest and smooth her worries. Nancy’s lips quirked in a cocky smile, and she avoided Robin’s gaze.

“I think we both know the answer to that, Rob,” she murmured.

“I think you should say it out loud,” Robin insisted, voice low and husky. She licked her teeth, revealing sharp fangs that glinted in the vibrant lighting. Nancy’s gaze flickered to them, and then away.

“It’ll only hurt us both,” she replied, the faintest rasp, a tiny trace of hurt in her words. Robin’s gaze sharpened and she leaned in, so their faces were mere inches apart. Their knees bumped, and Robin felt Nancy’s hand feather light across her thigh. Teasing. Taunting. A cruel act, sending her heart aflutter and worsening the warmth pulsing in her body.

She wanted to blame the alcohol for this attraction, but she couldn’t deny the feelings that had been building for weeks. She was a lost puppy, and Nancy was her owner, waiting with a shotgun at the door to put her down. She was flirting with death—and death was flirting back.

“It doesn’t have to be this way,” Robin warned, the huskiness of her voice more pronounced now that she was feeling tipsy. Nancy noticed. Robin could tell by the bob of her throat.

The brunette faced Robin, her eyes glittering dangerously in the flashing light over them both. The music and drunken laughter seemed to fade to background noise. The only thing Robin could focus on was Nancy, the way her eyes shone, the way the girl’s vanilla and lavender shampoo tickled her nose. Every survival instinct inside her was telling her to run, but she was entranced, utterly enthralled.

“It does,” was Nancy’s simple reply. “You’re a dangerous creature, Robin Buckley, and I intend to keep you from hurting anyone.”

Robin fought the urge to simply huff and argue back. They both knew Robin hadn’t hurt anyone—and they both knew that it was still a risk, no matter how well Chrissy’s magic seemed to help her keep control. Lycanthropy was a disease, but it made Robin a ticking time bomb.

So she didn’t argue. She didn’t bother to defend herself. She just let her gaze trace that fucking jawline, drift to Nancy’s lips, then back up to her eyes. She leaned in even closer, using one clawed finger to lift Nancy’s chin so the girl was looking directly at her—seeing the flash of gold in Robin’s narrowed eyes, the animalistic urges that lingered there.

“I’m going to eat you alive, Wheeler,” she rasped, letting a low growl into her voice. Nancy shivered, and Robin smirked.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” Nancy shot back, voice breathy and pupils blown. Shit, Robin was in real trouble now. There was no way she was getting out of this with her heart intact.

“Both,” she growled. Nancy’s eyes fluttered.

Yep. Robin was totally fucked.

There was no verbal conversation, but a silent understanding when Nancy got off her stool and began to walk to the back door, Robin following obediently to death’s door. Their steps were hurried, and thankfully, no one saw them slip through the door.

Nancy had her back turned to Robin now, her hands shaking. Robin stood at the door, waiting for the inevitable.

“For what it’s worth,” she heard Nancy mutter. “I’m sorry.” The shorter girl reached down, trailing her fingers painfully slowly up her thigh and lifting her dress, just enough. Robin caught sight of the garter she wore, and the silver dagger held within. The blade glinted in the dim lighting as Nancy pulled it out. Robin couldn’t look away, couldn’t move.

“It doesn’t have to be this way,” she repeated, ever so softly. Nancy shook her head.

“It does.”

Nancy was quick, but Robin was quicker. Nancy launched herself at Robin and the freckled girl threw herself out of the way.

Robin and Nancy circled each other, hunter and prey—though neither was sure who was who. Nancy’s eyes flashed and Robin ducked into a roll, narrowly missing another slash of the silver blade. She growled, staring Nancy down with proverbial raised hackles.

Nancy changed tactics, throwing the blade with what would have been deadly accuracy, but Robin leapt out of the way just in time. She thanked her enhanced reflexes in that moment, staring at where the dagger was now embedded in the wall where her head had been moments before.

Her attention was drawn too long and suddenly Nancy was on top of her, a fist connecting with Robin’s ribs and leaving her winded. She yelped and rolled over, throwing Nancy off, but the other girl was persistent. Another punch followed, sending horrible pain through Robin’s cheekbone. She stumbled and scrambled away.

Nancy grabbed the blade from the wall, twirling it in her hand in a way that spelled danger but was so incredibly sexy that Robin couldn’t help but stare.

The way they moved around each other was almost playful, a manic song and dance set to the club music, two cogs in a well oiled machine, each move matched with equal skill and prowess. It would have been beautiful, if it wasn’t so deadly.

The heat was unbearable. Robin stepped back, and Nancy watched as the girl ripped her button up off, the fabric literally tearing from her body. Robin threw the garment to the side, leaving her in only her bra. She sneered when she caught Nancy watching the flex of her muscles, bathed in silver light, her cheeks flushed.

This only ignited Nancy’s anger further and the girl lunged again, the metal making contact with Robin’s bare arm and sizzling on contact. She leapt back with a yelp, growling angrily, nostrils flaring, while Nancy flashed a devilish grin.

Nancy met her gaze evenly, an unfair apology in those ocean depths despite her sinister smirk. Robin was drowning. She wanted to scream in rage, but she had no air. She hesitated, and Nancy took her chance.

Pain bloomed across Robin’s back as she was thrown into the wall. Nancy’s arm was across her chest, the dagger held against her throat. The girl’s eyes were blazing. Robin’s skin burned and she squirmed under the pain of the silver. She glared at Nancy, the both of them panting, hair slicked back with sweat. She could feel Nancy’s breath hot on her face.

This was it. This was the end. She stared the angel of death in the face, even still finding her unbearably, heart wrenchingly beautiful. She pulled every ounce of stubborn charm into her expression.

“You don’t want to do this, princess,” she croaked, trying her hardest to maintain her calm and collected composure. Nancy stiffened, pressing the dagger more firmly to Robin’s throat. But as she watched the blood well around the blade, her hand shook.

“Fuck,” she swore, glaring at Robin like every aspect of the girl was personally offensive to her. “I really don’t.”

The dagger was pulled back, and then it plunged. Robin was prepared. She was ready to die at the hands of Nancy Wheeler—but the familiar sting of silver never came. Instead, the dagger sank into the drywall by her head.

Robin still felt as if her heart had been impaled as their lips connected in a fiery, bruising kiss. The growl in Robin’s chest died, softening into a low, desperate whine. Her hands found Nancy’s waist, pulling the girl closer until their bodies were flush against each other. Her skin, her chest, her stomach were all burning with want, with need, and she cried out as Nancy’s fingernails dug into the skin of her back, trailing down. She tasted blood and knew her fangs had cut Nancy’s lip, but evidently the girl did not care, because she only pushed Robin back further into the wall, her thigh pressed between Robin’s legs.

Robin’s breath steadied as Nancy pulled away, but she didn’t have much time to recover before soft lips rested over the burn on her throat, earning a hiss of pain. She heard a muffled, “I’m sorry,” before she had to bite her lip to hold back the indecent sounds that threatened to escape at the surprisingly wonderful way it burned. Nancy smirked dangerously when she finished leaving her mark, pupils blown as she stared with lidded eyes up at Robin.

“No. I want to hear,” she warned, and Robin could only nod. In seconds, Nancy was back to kissing and sucking the sensitive skin at the column of Robin’s neck, and a long, husky moan left the freckled girl’s lips.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” she groaned, tugging at Nancy’s belt loops. She swore she could feel Nancy smirk against her. Neither acknowledged the second meaning to the words.

“I’m going to eat you alive, Buckley.”

#this is the horniest thing I’ve ever written #you’re welcome #sapphic senate monster hunter au #ronance #werewolf robin buckley #monster hunter nancy wheeler #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #whiny robin #you know I had to have a hint of jealous Nancy too #anyway don’t look at me

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the-teddy-bear-butch · 2 years

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Robin greets Chrissy with a kiss on the cheek sometimes and Chrissy will return the gesture. Nancy about loses it when she first sees it, before she and Robin are dating because she’s jealous. Then Chrissy does it to her too and actually it’s fine. (If she has a tiny crush on the pretty ex cheer captain too, that’s her business). Chrissy does it to Vickie once and Vickie never recovers. Robin and Nancy give her so much shit about how red she got.

#sapphic senate monster hunter au #idk dude my brain is mush #I only think about them #jealous nancy wheeler #chrickie #ronance #the sapphic senate

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the-teddy-bear-butch · 1 year

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

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

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

#sapphic senate monster hunter au #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #lo answers stuff #werewolf robin buckley #stranger things #monster hunter nancy wheeler #el fandom birb

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the-teddy-bear-butch · 2 years

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

GUESS WHAT I FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED

This one is an ouchie one, fair warning

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

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

Nancy stared at her, jaw working furiously.

“You’re ignoring me.”

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

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

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

“Robin, you’re different—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I kill monsters—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do me a favor. Just fucking leave.”

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

#um #sorry this one hurts lmaooo #angst prompt #ronance #sapphic senate monster hunter au #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #werewolf robin buckley #monster hunter nancy wheeler #lo drabbles

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the-teddy-bear-butch · 2 years

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Monster hunter!sapphic senate stuff for the soul

Despite being a monster hunter, Nancy herself is a witch. She uses her magic for monster hunting purposes, but it could still get her in trouble in some hunting circles. The ethics of magic use is highly debated by monster hunters.

Vickie is one such monster hunter that disapproves of magic, but when she needs Nancy’s help, there’s not much she can do about that.

Robin and Steve happen work at a coffee shop because I think it’s fun.

This is where Nancy first encounters Robin and decides she is suspicious.

Robin, being a big dumb lesbian, takes Nancy’s threats as flirting, which really annoys Nancy (and definitely doesn’t make her heart flutter or anything).

Chrissy and Eddie work at a tattoo parlor down the street. I decided this on a whim because tattoo artist Chrissy just sounded so cool. She has the most unhinged designs—and can imbue them with magic, if she so chooses.

Jargyle is background, but naturally, Argyle works at the pizza place. Jonathan is unemployed.

Staying true to sapphic senate canon, Buckingham are exes but amicable! They’re besties! Chrissy gives Robin tattoos, and specifically designed a little moon on her wrist that changed with the moon phases, so she never forgets when a shift is coming up.

Has Chrissy threatened people who won’t pay for their tattoos with a potato peeler, you may ask? You can’t prove anything 💕

Turns out Steve is a really good baker, and he makes pastries for the coffee shop. Robin is actually pretty decent with the drinks, until she sees a hot girl and gets gay panic disease.

In this AU, werewolves have a chocolate intolerance. It’s much like lactose intolerance in that it’s not really that bad and some werewolves will still consume chocolate in ungodly amounts to spite god. Robin is one of them.

I still need to flesh out Vickie, I feel like I’m neglecting her, which is sad, because I adore her.

#the sapphic senate #werewolf robin buckley #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #robin x nancy #chrissy cunningham #vickie stranger things #stranger things #sapphic senate monster hunter au #they occupy my mind at all times

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the-teddy-bear-butch · 2 years

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Monster Hunter au thingy

Robin has been stressed out and let’s put a boof and/or a woof maybe both and Chrissy responds back with one as well. Then you have Vickie and Nancy watching them bark at each other wondering what is happening.

Please, this is so goofy and I love it. <33

Rainy days were some of Chrissy’s favorites. It meant her little found family was all staying in and relaxing around her, filling the home with a warm and comforting presence.

Well, usually.

A crackle of thunder shook the apartment building, surprising all but one of the residents. Chrissy was unfazed, but a strange noise she could best describe as a ‘boof’ or perhaps a ‘woof’ echoed from Robin’s room. She covered her mouth to try to keep from laughing.

Turns out, werewolves and storms didn’t mix so well. At least maybe she could lighten the mood.

Chrissy twisted to face Robin’s door, much to Vickie’s complaint, as she was laying in the redhead’s lap. She stuck her tongue out at her girlfriend, then paused. When another rumble of thunder echoed, Chrissy followed it with an experimental bark of her own. It was surprisingly accurate for a non werewolf.

Vickie startled, staring down at Chrissy with bewilderment. Chrissy just grinned at her when Robin’s responding yip could be heard.

Chrissy chuckled and barked again. This continued for several minutes, while Vickie looked utterly confused.

“What the hell is going on?” Nancy huffed, catching Chrissy’s attention. The girl came around the corner of the kitchen, where she was trying (and failing) to bake cookies. Vickie shrugged, and Chrissy just grinned. She gestured to Robin’s door. Nancy looked just as lost.

The door creaking open surprised all three as Robin peeked out, wrapped tightly in a blanket and pouting.

“Where’d you go? We were having a conversation,” she complained, frowning deeply. Chrissy giggled.

“Your girlfriend interrupted,” she replied smoothly.

Robin brightened at this, looking over at Nancy. She shuffled over in her blanket burrito, and Nancy wrapped her in her arms, holding her close to her chest. Vickie made a gagging motion.

“What were you talking about?” the redhead asked, looking down at Chrissy. Chrissy shrugged.

“Beats me. I wasn’t aware anything I said actually meant something,” she admitted with amusement. Robin laughed across the room.

“I was wondering why you were going on about broccoli,” she teased. Chrissy stuck her tongue out at her, earning a growl in return.

Nancy rolled her eyes at their antics and lead Robin to her room. Chrissy snuggled in closer to Vickie now that Robin was being taken care of. The rain continued and the thunder faded to a dull rumble in the distance. Vickie leaned down to kiss her girlfriend.

It would seem all was well—until Chrissy and Vickie heard that goddamned saxophone.

#this is such crack #but I had fun writing it #the sapphic senate #sapphic senate monster hunter au #Lo drabbles #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #vickie stranger things #chrissy cunningham #chrickie #the George Michael effect #werewolf robin buckley

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the-teddy-bear-butch · 2 years

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Expanding on the monster hunter!sapphic senate au because now it’s stuck in my brain and I will be starting it after finishing at least one of my two current fics—

Robin is a werewolf, naturally, staying mostly on the down low. She works with and lives with regular dude Steve Harrington who is the only person that knows her secret.

Nancy is a monster hunter and has been for about three years, after something killed Barb. She’s still considered new in the field, but she’s ruthless and doesn’t let lack of experience get in her way.

Chrissy is [redacted]. Which is to say no one is exactly sure what’s going on, but she’s some chaotic cryptid being. She probably tells everyone something different and definitely isn’t hiding the necronomicon under her bed with the potato peeler.

Vickie is even newer to monster hunting, due to a yet undetermined motive, but she’s on a mission and will not be deterred.

Vickie and Nancy get forced to team up and they hate each other (at least at first) and Robin and Chrissy are already besties. The latter pair quite enjoys messing around with the former. Like Nancy will be at Robin’s work, trying to suss out Robin, so Chrissy will come in and loudly proclaim “hey Rob! Did you hear about the vampire on Maple?” and Vickie always takes the bait but Nancy knows exactly what’s happening, she just has no evidence so she can’t do anything about it. Robin knows it bothers her so she flirts with her about it.

The guys won’t be featured much, but as mentioned, Steve is just a guy because it’s funny to me. Eddie is a vampire. Jonathan and Argyle are yet undecided, but I want them to be monsters. Honestly kind of vibing with like,,, fey Argyle? And in regards to the kids, Max is a werewolf and El has her freaky lab induced powers but is otherwise human and they are Robin’s favorite little nuisances.

They live in my brain rent free.

#ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #stranger things #werewolf robin buckley #robin x nancy #werewolf #chrickie #chrissy cunningham #vickie stranger things #the potato peeler #the sapphic senate #the George Michael effect #sapphic senate monster hunter au

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the-teddy-bear-butch · 2 years

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Realizing that the SSMH au being in modern day means Robin could actually get an autism diagnosis.

She would frame it on her wall like a degree, you can’t tell me otherwise.

#sapphic senate monster hunter au #werewolf robin buckley #autistic robin buckley #Robin Buckley #Nancy thinks it’s so stupid and she’s going to kiss her about it #bonus for the autistic Nancy truthers #Robin hangs Nancy’s by hers #and then Nancy tries not to cry about it #ronance #lo rambles

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the-teddy-bear-butch · 2 years

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HEY

Guess what besties <33

First chapter of the sapphic senate monster hunter au is OUT!!! This is going to be my favorite fic I’ve written yet, I’m actually vibrating, I hope you guys like it as much as I do!!!

And thank you so so so much to @idyllghost for beta reading (and feeding my ego lmao), and if you don’t know, his werewolf Robin art is how I picture her for this fic!!

#sapphic senate monster hunter au #werewolf robin buckley #monster hunter nancy wheeler #monster hunter vickie #[redacted] chrissy cunningham #chrickie #ronance #fanfic #stranger things #Nancy wheeler #Robin Buckley #Chrissy Cunningham #vickie stranger things #I’m so normal about this au #[lying]#[foaming at the mouth]

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the-teddy-bear-butch · 2 years

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She’s My Religion by Pale Waves is peak Robin Buckley singing about Nancy Wheeler

Like???? Come on, it’s them.

Nancy is Robin’s angry girlfriend and she will worship her always

#having so many thoughts about this song #I want a guitar so I can learn to play it #ronance #Robin Buckley #Nancy Wheeler #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #lo rambles #sapphic senate monster hunter au #because I especially love werewolf Robin hopelessly worshipping scary angry monster hunter Nancy #lo’s music thoughts

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the-teddy-bear-butch · 2 years

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ok totally fair about the war correspondent x translator specialization being a big ask, sorry! but thank u for posting it anyway!

how about

monster au, halloween party, first meeting?

robin and nancy go as each other's (race? being?) and one or both of them are offended at the stereotyping

(like a vamp in classic cape, garish fangs, white foundation or a witch with the hat and a broom, u know)

Thanks for the ask, anon! I used some monster hunter au for this, so I hope that’s cool! I don’t know what happened here, this ended up a little more flirty than intended but I like the way it went—

Nancy wasn’t much for parties, after the incident with Steve at Tina’s Halloween bash, but when she was handed a flyer for a party at Steve’s, something in her gut told her to go.

Maybe it was because it was Halloween. Nancy was a skilled monster slayer, after all, and many a beast and creature would emerge from their dens for a night of safety and fun. A party would be an easy target to find a few of the monsters.

This was how she found herself in Steve’s house, already tipsy and nursing a cup of punch strong enough to burn her nostrils. She was clad in a red and black flannel and her makeup was a delicately drawn wolf face. The costume was complete with a set of claw press on nails, gold contacts, and a tail and ears. The typical werewolf.

Nancy was watching the other guests intently, keeping an eye for the tells of any real monsters hidden among the cheap Halloween costumes.

Her gaze fell upon a familiar pair, the tattoo artists from downtown. The shorter, who she recognized as Chrissy, wore a cheaply made vampire costume. Her partner, whose name Nancy couldn’t remember, wore a full suit of armor—plastic, but convincing.

A third member joined the group, and Nancy’s gaze hardened immediately.

“Eddie! Chris! How’s the party?” Robin Buckley, local outcast, known werewolf, and bane of Nancy’s existence called, slinging her arms around the artists’ shoulders. They both laughed, though Eddie shoved her away, muttering about dog smell. She watched as Robin stuck her tongue out at the man, and they began to bicker.

If she was a little more sober, Nancy’s first thought would have been to try to get any of the three alone. They were all monsters, and all on her list. But right now, she had eyes only for Robin.

The girl was draped in a simple black dress, cinched in the middle with a green belt. Green and orange striped stockings went up to her knees, complete with a buckles set of boots and a pointed hat. She even a broom at her side.

Nancy was offended. Robin knew of her identity as a witch—this costume felt a little targeted.

And it didn’t help that Robin looked actually gorgeous in it. The girl seemed to notice Nancy’s stare, so she turned and raised a brow. She batted long eyelashes, accented by slightly sparkling green eyeshadow that made Nancy’s heart do a few flips against her better wishes.

Only, Robin’s gaze darkened and she stormed over, a finger pointed accusingly.

Nancy stepped back when Robin stopped in front of her, fuming.

“Really, Nancy?” the girl growled—honest to god growled—gesturing to Nancy’s costume. The shorter girl smirked, feeling smug.

“What do you mean, mutt?” she replied, keeping her voice casual and cool. Robin glared.

“This is such a stereotype!” Robin exclaimed, gesturing wildly and nearly spilling the drink in her hand. She pointed at the plaid shirt in particular, wrinkling her nose. “I mean, come on, Nance. The lumberjack flannel? The bloody fangs? Not all werewolves are buff, hairy men who eat other men!”

Nancy leaned against the wall, taking a long sip of her punch and feeling the warmth from it burn in her throat and chest. She flashed a Cheshire grin, revealing said bloody fangs—cheap plastic and makeup, of course.

“You mean,” she began slyly, letting her drunkenness lead the way. The din of the party faded to background noise. The only thing Nancy cared to focus on was the girl in front of her. “Some werewolves are buff, hairy women who eat other women?”

Robin reddened, spluttering and averting her gaze. “I mean, I guess!” she stammered, pulling her hat over her face.

Nancy smirked, stepping way too close.

“You’re one to talk, you know,” she murmured, her breath hot against Robin’s ear. “Your costume is just as offensive to us witches.”

She tilted her head, blinking half lidded doe eyes up at Robin and reveling in the way the girl gulped and licked her lips. She looked hungry. Ravenous, actually. It was a feeling matched in Nancy.

“What’s even worse is how unfairly hot you look in it,” she whispered, pressing a hand to Robin’s chest and getting even more into the girl’s space. Robin’s eyes were blazing now, something unreadable but fiery in the stormy, gold ringed depths.

“I’m going to eat you alive, Wheeler,” she growled low, her voice pleasantly husky.

“Is that a threat, or a promise?” Nancy breathed, heart pounding as she met Robin’s gaze. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this—but well, who said she couldn’t have a little fun with her prey?

“Both,” Robin replied, shoving Nancy toward the nearest room with a lock.

#I’m sorry #but I’m not sorry #I hope this is okay #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #stranger things #werewolf robin buckley #witch Nancy Wheeler #monster hunter Nancy Wheeler #sapphic senate monster hunter au #Lo drabbles

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