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Just gonna drop this and run <33
The Righteous Hand of God || Wild West Ronance Drabble || 1003 words
(inspired by Hell’s Coming With Me by Poor Man’s Poison)
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Red eyes. A flash of fangs.
The tang of blood in the air.
A dead man, with Robin’s fangs sunk into his throat.
These were the images that flashed through Nancy’s mind as she sat at the bar, blue eyes focused on Robin Buckley’s rhythmically swaying form. The outlaw had her head thrown back with laughter, boots stomping as she and the rest of the patrons of the saloon danced. The band was playing some jaunty tune.
Nancy scowled at the sight. She scowled even deeper at the way her chest panged with desperate want to join Buckley on the floor. Her grip on her now empty glass tightened, a soft crack only her ears could hear the only warning that it would soon break.
She couldn’t watch this any longer.
Nancy stood and smoothed her skirt, leaving the bar behind. Her footsteps were light as she made her way upstairs, through the upper floor to the balcony that overlooked town.
It was quieter up here, and she could get a breath of fresh air. She could still hear the muffled music below, the tap of boot heels and click of spurs. The wind whistled like a warning. The sky was scarred crimson—the sun was setting. Crimson.
Blood.
Fangs.
Red eyes.
Robin Buckley, the outlaw. Robin Buckley, the vampire. Robin Buckley, the monster. Robin Buckley, Barb’s killer.
Nancy’s sensitive ears picked up another sound—footsteps that followed her own. The scent of honey and sweat and leather—maybe a little whiskey—confirmed the person’s identity. Robin’s calloused hand rested on Nancy’s shoulder, and she tensed.
“Nance? What’s wrong, darlin’,” the outlaw asked, her voice a deep rumble that Nancy could feel in her chest.
“Don’t call me that,” Nancy muttered. Her heart couldn’t take it.
“What?” Robin questioned, voice thick with hurt. Her hand withdrew, hovering uncertainly.
“You’re not who you say you are,” Nancy murmured, surprised at the steadiness of her voice. She didn’t feel steady. She felt ready to keel over.
“What do you mean?” Robin asked. She placed her hand on Nancy’s cheek instead, and Nancy allowed her to turn her head, blue eyes matching soft stormy gray.
Nancy’s expression hardened into something fierce and angry, while Robin’s softened, concerned, fond almost. Nancy shoved her hand away.
“I saw you,” she began, one hand on Robin’s chest while the girl stared at her in wonder and fear and confusion. Like she was a god. Like she was something to worship.
The background noise faded to nothing. Nancy focused on Robin.
“You killed that man.”
Robin’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Nance, it’s not what you think—“
“All this talk about monsters, and you’ve been hiding that?” Nancy seethed, no longer in control of her anger. She shoved Nancy back, something cold and angry settling in her stomach. “You’re just like me. You should look in the fucking mirror for once, Buckley,” she continued, shoving Robin back again.
Robin didn’t protest. Her face fell, pained—but that fucking wonder stayed. The girl dropped to her knees like a prayer, one hand gripping Nancy’s skirt.
“I haven’t hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it,” Robin murmured. She sounded genuine. She believed her words. “He was a criminal—a violent one.”
Nancy didn’t know when she pulled the weapon, but she held the pistol now in her shaking hand. She met Robin’s gaze evenly. Blue turned to gold—a blazing desert fire, the setting sun on judgement day. Robin’s own flashed red, unreadable, uncertain—but pleading. Desperate.
“Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong. You killed an innocent,” Nancy whispered. She touched the barrel of the gun to Robin’s chin, wondering if the metal was cold on the outlaw’s suntanned and freckled skin as she lifted Robin’s face. It was a cold weight in her hand. “And I’m going to bring you to justice.”
She held her breath a moment, trying to steady herself. The name stung as she spoke it, dragged from her lips. “Barbara Holland.”
Robin’s eyes widened in recognition.
“It wasn’t me, Nance,” Robin, staring pleadingly up. She gulped, but she didn’t move away. She didn’t even try to fight. Nancy could hear her steady, calm heartbeat. She should have been angry. Maybe she was, but for the wrong reasons. Robin should be scared. Nancy should have already pulled the goddamned trigger.
Nancy’s hand was shaking violently, and she couldn’t tell if it was from fear or anger. Her throat tightened painfully.
“Then who was it?” she managed, voice dripping with venom.
Robin choked—a sob maybe? Panic? Nancy couldn’t tell. It frustrated her. “I can’t say,” Robin whispered. Nancy got the sense that if her gun wasn’t holding Robin’s face up, the outlaw would have looked away. It only fueled Nancy’s fury.
“What was it you called me?” Nancy scoffed, a bitter note, eyes watering with the words. Her heart ached. Her rage burned. “The righteous hand of God?”
Robin raised one hand, a gesture almost reverent. She gripped Nancy’s wrist with unbearable gentleness, stilling Nancy’s trembling and guiding the barrel downward. Stormy gray eyes never left seething gold as the gun pressed to Robin’s chest. Nancy’s grip went white knuckled.
This was it.
She knew this was coming, didn’t she? This was her life’s purpose for years. She had spent years traveling, learning of Robin’s whereabouts. She was always going to hunt down Barb’s killer. Hunt down Robin Buckley.
Fangs. Blood. Red eyes.
Fangs. Blood. Gold.
Robin’s eyes became Nancy’s mirror. She searched those gray depths for any trace of a beast. Any hint of violence. All she could find was warmth and care and a hint of fear—and a deep, drowning sadness that threatened to drag Nancy under.
She saw her own face reflected back. Blazing gold eyes and face twisted into ugly fury. She had seen this before, hadn’t she? Reflected in a different set of eyes. The memory hit her like a gunshot.
Barbara Holland.
Robin didn’t kill Barbara.
Nancy knew who had. She remembered now.
She knew what she had to do.
A bang echoed through the saloon.
#wild west ronance#lo drabbles#ronance#werewolf nancy wheeler#bounty hunter nancy wheeler#outlaw robin buckley#vampire robin buckley#monster hunter robin buckley#robin x nancy#nancy x robin#Hell’s Coming With Me#how bad do you think Nancy gay panicked when Robin was on her knees—[GUNSHOT]#I can’t get this scene out of my head <33#Nancy wheeler#Robin Buckley
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Wild West Cowgirl AU
Thanks to @henry-fox-biggest-stan for the suggestion!
#myartwork#stranger things#art#ronance fanart#ronanceau#Ronance au#ronance#robin stranger things#robin x nancy#robin buckley#nancy stranger things#nancy wheeler#nancy x robin#wild west au#cowgirls
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Ronance Wild West AU
#ronance#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#fanart#fan art#wild west#stranger things#stranger things fic#stranger things fanart#robin buckley x nancy wheeler#fruity four
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler
Characters: Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Joyce Byers, Tammy Thompson
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Desert Hearts, POV Robin Buckley, Ranches, Internalized Homophobia, comphet, american west, this is not the cowboy au you desire but it is adjacent, Mutual Pining, happy/hopeful ending, robin is obsessed and fascinated by nancys hair, background and implied tammy x robin fwb type situationship, Not Beta Read
Summary:
"I don't write much flowery stuff." Nancy tells her quietly after Robin points out the way the chollas cast their shadows like claws. "I mean- newspaper journalism doesn't have much flexibility for that, you have to get the information in as a priority- but I think I could write about- about this.". Nancy smiles over at her. The stetson she's borrowed shadows her eyes but she still squints with the bright sun in their peripheral. Robin wants to reach out, to place her palm to Nancy's cheek to protect her from the glow.
"Are you talking about the view?" She asks hoarsely, hand staying loyally at her own side.
Nancy doesn't answer, but her eyes don't leave Robins.
AKA Ronance Desert Hearts AU
#shitting crying throwing up#i'm being dead serious when I say I am rachel berry coded and need applause to LIVE#im like the faeries in the peter pan movie and if people dont believe in me I die except instead of believing in me u comment#trade deal u comment I survive and thrive#can u tell im stressed#ronance#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#ronance fanfiction#fanfic#desert hearts#stranger things#ronancetober#but i jumped several days to the wild west prompt sorry
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on my hands and knees for rival monster hunter ronance
zoey i have a few pieces of this au for u!!
first, some rivals (still working on this part kshgkg)
Nancy grabs Robin by the jaw, brings her down to Nancy’s level. Firm, slender fingers keeping her in place. Robin’s mouth runs dry.
“Don’t ever get in my way again,” she says through gritted teeth. “Understand?”
then, some friends....perhaps more....
“I’m not jealous!”
“Never said you were, Wheeler,” Robin says, grinning. Nancy’s face reddens, and Robin’s enjoying every second of this. “Besides, we both know that you’re the better shot anyway. Annie has nothing on you.”
Robin’s magic thrums again, electricity humming just under her fingertips, and she has the strangest urge to reach out and—
“Hey, lovebirds!” Max shouts from across the saloon. “You might wanna come see this.”
“We’re not—”
“Don’t,” Robin sighs. “You’ll only encourage her.”
and, bonus! steve and robin:
Robin turns around, clutching the vials close to her chest. “No, I can't just magic it away. It doesn't work like that. There are rules, and this is supposed to be a back-up plan anyway,” she says, motioning toward the cauldron. “Plan 'A' is to use Wheeler's special shotgun.”
“Special shotgun?”
Robin shrugs. “It's charmed or enchanted or some shit. She won't let me experiment on it to see what it's actually made of, or what the charm is. She's very protective over it.”
Steve hums, snaps his fingers. “Oh, like you and that book you always carry.”
"For the last time, Steven. It is a grimoire. I have to have it in order to do this,“ she motions to all the vials and the smoking cauldron in front of her. ”it's not just a book.“
”Whatever,“ he says, grabbing his hat and boots, slipping them on before he slips out the door. ”I've got to go meet Claudia for Dustin's lessons. Says he needs to do more than just experiment on her garden all day. Actually, I might send him here if he keeps that up. He could be a great apprentice.“
#got mail! 📩#figthefruitfaeth#wip weekend CLOSED#ronance#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#wild west monster hunter au#platonic stobin#also sorry this one took so long this au has been Rough
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler
Characters: Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler
Additional Tags: Wild West, First Kiss, Nancy Wheeler Has a Crush on Robin Buckley, I know I tagged this wild west but the wild west connection is very vague, Please Forgive me, Pining, Mutual Pining, Robin Buckley is a Sweetheart, Study Date, kind of, Getting Together
Series: Part 14 of Ronancetober 2023
Summary:
“Did you know there were Hargroves in Hawkins long before Billy?” Robin asked, staring at the yellowed pages of the book she was holding.
“Huh?” Nancy looked up. She noticed the expression on the other girl’s face.
“Yeah, look. Richard D. Hargrove, 1881,” Robin read aloud. She held a book in her hands as she pushed herself on the back two legs of her chair, dangling dangerously.
“How do we know that this guy is related to Billy?” Nancy asked. But her curiosity was peaked. She had looked up from her own book, simply to stare at her friend’s frown.
“They kind of look alike.”
Nancy hummed. She was sort of distracted. Because Robin’s teeth were digging into her bottom lip. It was a beautiful sight. Nancy had to remind herself that she wasn’t allowed to look at Robin this way. That it was wrong.
OR
Nancy and Robin have a study date and talk about historic facts and fiction.
#ronance#ronancetober#ronancetober2023#ronancetober 2023#ronancetober day 14: wild west#day 14: wild west#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#stranger things#my words#ao3 link
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All that is on my mind is a ronance wild west AU where
They camp out under the stars.
Gun holsters galore.
They could drink any man under the table in the saloon.
They go around bounty hunting and making money that way.
Fishing lakeside on a quiet day. Nancy isnt great at fishing and robin has to teach her every time they go because she just cant pick it up. She likes to blame it on the bait she uses.
Nancy is one of the best sharp shooters out there and every time she uses her gun robin is in awe.
Both wearing full leather chaps, flannel shirts, denim, bandanas to keep the sun off their necks.
Nancy would have a palomino mare and robin would have a chestnut colt.
Robin loves breaking in the wild horses and selling them because of the adrenaline rush it gives her along with the joy of seeing your hard work pay off.
They would have an australian shepherd or border collie dog which follows them on their journey.
Whenever they catch a notorious criminal and ride back into town with him hog tied on the back of a horse the town line the streets and applaud them as they turn him into the sherrifs office.
They build up such a good reputation as bounty hunters that they have to be very cautious that other criminals dont ambush their camp. However, no one can shoot as well as Nancy. She never misses
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watcha reading?
here we go! I went a long stretch where I wasn't reading much fic at all but I've been catching up lately (the past week fjdkslj)
(I've been tagged in this a couple times I think but I can't recall by who I've just had this draft in progress for a while I'm SORRY :/ )
Anyway, It's About Old Friends by @fragilecapric0rnn - endlessly complex and such a feast of character dynamics and the way they shift and change and grow over time, I cannot recommend this one enough, it's the post-UD When Harry Met Sally AU that you NEED in your life
god has never loved a woman the way I do by @judasofsuburbia - the second part in a wild west au series that is so full and real and unbelievably tender that I simply don't know what to do with myself about it. For both parts (Steddie pt. 1 and Ronance pt. 2) there is so much beautiful rumination on the nature of choice for these people and the simultaneous risk and worthiness of choosing each other like. help me???
and they were roommates by @yournowheregirl - I've only read the first part in this series but I can't wait to dive further into it. Ronance finding that no matter how nervous they were to actually go after each other there is actually so much natural simplicity to touching and feeling and kissing and!!!! joyful PWP for the girls it's what they deserve
never made it to graceland by @cheatghost - beautifully, gorgeously, perpetually ominous first chapter with such perfect Eddie-isms and Munson Family Moments and prose, just the first chapter alone has me feeling deeply fulfilled while still so ready for more. I am a lover of "the world ended but we're still here" and this is already giving me that in DROVES please join me in scratching at the walls about it
I Look to You to See the Truth by @sharpbutsoft the Erica Sinclair coming of age in her freshman year of college-slash- lesbian self discovery story of my DREAMS featuring your favorite idiot4idiot steddie and dearest robin and overall what a delight from start to finish
P.S. if you read and enjoy any of these, spread the love by letting the authors know! the community of fandom thrives when we talk to each other 💜
open tag for anyone who wants to join in on this! say I tagged you and share your newest faves with us, I wanna see 'em!
#this was far from everything on my catch up list but I'm making progress!#(if i started with some of the stuff by my pals on said list don't @ me it's not my fault they're talented)#plus I wanted to post this on the 31st bc I think I wanna make it a monthly rec thing#i have so many things i want to read and share and this feels like a good way to do that now that I'm getting back into the swing of it!#dot post#fic recs#dot recs#steddie#ronance
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Ronance day 14 : Wild West for this i did one of my favorite stories kissin Kate Barlow from hole she’s badass and looking for revenge nancy as Kate and robin as Sam
#ronance#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#ronancetober#ronancetober 2023#stranger things#kissinkatebarlow#samfromholes#holes movie
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ronance wild west au…are we biting for it
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Thinking about Wild West Ronance again
If I make this ANOTHER werewolf au, that is MY business—
Robin is a famed outlaw. She’s a horse rustler, bank robber, etc. She’s mostly only done nonviolent crimes—but she was framed and run out of town for a murder she didn’t commit (Barbara Holland, mayhaps?). She has a reputation of a serial heartbreaker, but let’s be real, she doesn’t really realize it.
Nancy Wheeler grew up a prim and proper country girl with every intention of being a school teacher—until her childhood best friend was murdered in cold blood. She vowed to hunt down the outlaw that did it and spent the last few years as a bounty hunter. She stays masked and no one knows it’s sweet Nancy Wheeler—instead they know the bounty hunter by a different name (yet to be decided).
Toying with the idea of the monster hunter/monster twist, but I’ve changed my mind from werewolf Robin—consider werewolf Nancy. Using her lycanthropy to track outlaws down 👀Robin being a monster hunter? Catching on immediately and suddenly they both want to kiss kill each other?
Nancy has sort of been hunting Robin specifically for years. She’s kept track—she has a whole journal—or every sighting and every crime. Only once she sees a poster in a saloon does she realize Robin is nearby—and Nancy has her change at revenge.
Only, Robin knows already the bounty hunter in town. And it doesn’t take long before she connects the dots about Nancy’s lycanthropy. Maybe they meet at the same saloon—Robin’s really bold about it. She knows she’s wanted, but no one is brave enough to make a move. Nancy sidles up to her, orders a drink, and says she knows who Robin is.
Robin, being a little shit, takes Nancy’s hand in her own—which are clad in silver rings—this cocky grin on her face as she kisses the back of Nancy’s hand and asks her to dance. Nancy is careful to hide the pain, but when Robin pulls away, she sees the burns and knows exactly what Nancy is.
Then they end up being forced to work together when a Bigger Badder problem arrives
#just thinking thoughts#Wild West Ronance#ronance#werewolf nancy wheeler#monster hunter Robin Buckley#robin x nancy#nancy x robin#Robin Buckley#Nancy wheeler
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What if Wild West Robin Buckley, notorious outlaw, rode broncos.
What if Wild West Nancy Wheeler, supposed prim a proper lady but secretly a bounty hunter, rode broncos.
Idk man, just having Wild West thoughts. Unhinged cowgirls taming wild horses >>>
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i gotta know. does nancys hand shake as robin guides the gun down to her chest, either with rage or fear? or is she in a cold state of fury?? her hand doesn’t shake but she has a white knuckled grip like the gun is her last lifeline??
(also been listening to hcwm on repeat. i’m going. so insane.)
Oh it does. Nancy’s hand shakes violently as she puts to gun to Robin’s chin. She’s not sure if it’s anger or fear—probably both. But it stills. Robin looks at her so earnestly, so brokenly, wrapping one hand firmly around Nancy’s wrist. And as she guides the barrel to her own chest—right over her beating heart—Nancy’s trembling stills.
She can hear it, the steady thump-thump of Robin’s heart. It’s not panicked. It’s calm. Nancy doesn’t know whether she should be angry or upset by that. Her grip on the gun tightens to that white knuckled grip as she makes her decision.
She knows what she has to do.
#hehehehehhehe#I am also going insane over this btw#it is the only thought in my gay little head#ronance#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#robin x nancy#nancy x robin#werewolf nancy wheeler#bounty hunter nancy wheeler#monster hunter robin buckley#outlaw robin buckley#Wild West ronance#lo answers stuff#lo drabbles#a short one but still#el-fandom-phantom
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More quick thoughts I had while heading to class
Robin is a sort of “Robin Hood” figure. Like she’s an outlaw but she mostly steals from corrupt banks and whatnot. This is what she’s doing in town when she meets Nancy—she’s planning on taking down the corrupt mayor and redistributing his wealth (but supernatural plots occur and make this hard)
Also thinking about a badass cinematic confrontation set to “Hell’s Coming With Me” by Poor Man’s Poison where Nancy corners Robin, eyes blazing gold with fury, shotgun to Robin’s chest, something something righteous hand of god, ready to strike down a supposed murderer while Robin tries to convince her of her innocence
#Wild West ronance#werewolf Nancy wheeler#bounty hunter Nancy wheeler#monster hunter robin buckley#outlaw Robin Buckley#ronance#robin x nancy#nancy x robin#Nancy wheeler#Robin Buckley
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Okay okay okay I am THINKING about the Wild West Ronance confrontation scene
Yet again pushing the “Hell’s Coming With Me” by Poor Man’s Poison agenda
For background, Robin and Nancy have finally started to set aside their differences. They’re dancing around each other because they’re both too stubborn to admit they’re in love
And Nancy is finally believing Robin’s innocence—but something happens. Someone tells Nancy they were there and Robin killed Barb or I’m toying with vampire Robin because y’all know I’m just a sucker for vampires and werewolves. Regardless of how, a seed of doubt has been planted in Nancy’s mind.
We begin at a saloon. Robin is laughing and dancing, while Nancy is having a drink at the bar
The song begins
Picture with me, a slow build up
Nancy watches Robin, fist clenched around her glass
Then she gets up and goes upstairs to a balcony, looking out over the town
Robin creeps up behind her, a gentle hand on Nancy’s shoulder
A zoomed in flash of gold fury in Nancy’s eyes
She spins on Robin, eyes blazing
Robin is surprised and steps back
They argue. Nancy accuses Robin of lying to her this whole time
As the song intensifies, so does their rage. Nancy pulls a gun.
Robin stops. Her expression drops, careful, saddened. She drops to her knees, a silent plea
Nancy lifts her chin with the barrel of her gun. She’s seething
“I am the righteous hand of god,” she spits (a callback from an argument that happens earlier where Robin mockingly calls her that). She cocks the gun
Robin is calm. There’s a sadness on her face as she makes her final plea. She takes the gun and presses it point blank to her chest, meeting Nancy’s gaze
The music dulls, but is still there. The few people around are watching with fear and rapt attention
Nancy closes her eyes. She takes a deep breath
The screen goes to black with the bang of a gunshot
:)
I’m still building an outline for this, so that last gunshot could have multiple possibilities. I’m enjoying the idea that maybe Nancy herself killed Barb and doesn’t know it—And Robin KNOWS, because she was there, but after spending more time with Nancy, she realizes the girl doesn’t know (Do Revenge Eleanor style secret keeping ensues) and so she lets herself take the fall because she doesn’t want Nancy to live with that guilt. But some part of Nancy knows, and she realizes it. Maybe she pulls the gun away and shoots the ceiling instead of Robin, idk. But I’m just thinking about this poignant moment where she’s ready for the kill, and she’s staring into the eyes of the girl she believes is a monster—but all that she sees is her own contorted reflection, eyes ablaze, and she realizes—oh god, it was her. She’s the monster. She always has been. She’s always known, deep down.
Or someone else is hunting them both and shoots one of them before Nancy can pull the trigger 👀
But I like the first idea more
#couldn’t elaborate as much as I wanted to while I was about to be in class akskdkkd#I’m thinking SO MUCH about this#werewolf nancy wheeler#bounty hunter nancy wheeler#outlaw robin buckley#monster hunter robin buckley#ronance#wild west ronance#lo’s music thoughts#robin x nancy#nancy x robin#Robin Buckley#Nancy wheeler#Spotify
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Ronancetober Day 5: Multiverse
Reflect What You Are, In Case You Don’t Know
(somewhat inspired by I’ll Be Your Mirror by The Velvet Underground)
Something happens in the mirror maze. Robin and Nancy meet other versions of themselves.
#ronancetober#ronance#Robin Buckley#Nancy Wheeler#robin x nancy#nancy x robin#sapphic senate monster hunter au#werewolf robin buckley#werewolf Nancy Wheeler#very very brief GNC Ronance (not discussed but pronouns used)#vampire nancy wheeler#vampire robin buckley#wild west ronance#this is just crack guys#like I swear I wasn’t drunk or high writing this#have fun#stranger things
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