#immortal!nancy

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ronance, immortal!Nancy, werewolf!Robin part 2

hmm thinking about how well a story about the tragedy of immortality would fit Nancy Wheeler...

There's something about losing someone you love so young that locks part of you in time to begin with, but to have repeated death and tragedy seemingly flock to your little pocket of the universe time after time? How does a girl even begin to escape that?

Nancy Wheeler, the teller of stories, doesn't get to die, is cursed to keep living surrounded by violence in canon, sure, but what if she's actually cursed? What if she were destined to outlive everyone she loves? What if the day she decided to take on the responsibility of sharing Barb's story and getting some meager modicum of justice for her memory was also the day Nancy shackled herself to that life, her life, forever?

What if Nancy lives to see the friends she made as a teenager die, her family, her little brother aging long past her into an old man while Nancy remains young and unchanging?

What if she lives for a hundred years and then two? What if by the time 1986 rolls around she's learned how to isolate herself, learned how to move through the shadows and tell the stories that need telling without ever letting the subjects get too close to her?

(It's a difficult thing, to tell a story when you're not a participant, but it's the only way to protect her heart and it's the only way to make sure that when people die it doesn't ache the way the rest of them do.)

It's 1986 and she lives in the woods on the outskirts of a small town buzzing with supernatural energy. It's the kind of thing that dragged Nancy into this trap to begin with, the thing which killed Barb and stole all the parts of humanity Nancy wanted while leaving her with guilt and grief.

It's 1986 and Hawkins, Indiana is buzzing, but when Nancy starts to discover just how teeming with the other this area she's settled in for the time being is, her usual instinct to run gets overruled by something stronger.

She has a nice smile, the girl with the shaggy hair and scuffed-up shoes.

She's persistent to an annoying degree and has a nose for the other if the fact that she found Nancy at all means anything.

She's rambunctious and unapologetic and knows things that someone who looks as old as she looks shouldn't know. Things that Nancy knows, only because she's been around long enough to learn.

But, I'm not like you, Nancy tells her all the same, because what this girl has is a gift and a built-in community and what Nancy has is the curse of isolation.

What Nancy has is herself, first and foremost, but still she doesn't leave and doesn't waver.

Robin, she says her name is. You're not like me, sure, but you're closer to me than them.

Hawkins, Indiana is buzzing with energy, teeming with residents who aren't quite human, but know how to play the part. Robin tells her about it, perched on the porch swing outside Nancy's kitchen window and going on and on about kids with psychic abilities and her metalhead pal who drinks human blood; she tells Nancy about witches and warlocks and shapeshifters alike and--

Werewolves.

Nancy's more like that than she is anything else. Nancy tries to pull away time and again, just as she has for centuries, but Robin reminds her I've got all the time in the world, you know, with a grin and a skip down the steps back out into the brush, and it feels big.

Bigger than the empty space Nancy has surrounded herself with all these years.

Bigger even than Nancy's own unbleeding heart.

Immortality has been Nancy's curse. She's loved so much in her overextended life because she can't help but to do just that when people are-- they're just so lovable.

And she's hated herself for it. She's reprimanded herself and she's tried to find solutions and she's wished for her time to unfreeze too many times to count, but.

The first time that Nancy tracks down Robin instead of the other way around is also the first time that she really acknowledges that time isn't frozen, just because she's been treating it that way.

Time keeps moving and people come and go and that would have been the case had her mortality remained intact, because it hurts, these things. The repercussions of the good.

She finds Robin sometime at the beginning of 1987, sitting on a hand-built fence surrounding a cabin not unlike Nancy's own, only bigger, filled to the brim with life and people.

Robin sips from a glass bottle of Coke, smirking around it knowingly as Nancy comes to a stop at the edge of the clearing, as if she'd known this would happen, as if she'd seen it happen before and knew she would again.

Nancy swallows thickly around the sounds of laughter beyond the open windows to the cabin, curtains billowing in a summer breeze and allowing glimpses of people who have no inclination to hide, and she hurts.

She hurts because to live is to hurt, and she aches, because the part of her which froze the day Barb died is humming at the prospect of being set free once more.

Ready? Robin asks her, hopping down to the other side of the fence and holding out a hand as if to help Nancy climb over it.

She's not like them, these people with superpowers and miraculous talents, but they're a little bit like her.

Nancy steps forward.

Takes the offered hand, warm and dry and with a life line digging through her palm which lines up to Nancy's near-perfectly.

Introduce me? Nancy asks.

With the lift of Robin's grin, it's easy to climb the fence.

part 2

[drewlyyours]

Rooms Nancy has slept in-

but it goes from motel to Airbnb to YOU SLEPT WHERE??

[thegreateggbandit]

… what

… WHAT

World War I?!?! NANCY HOW OLD ARE YOU?!?!!?

[fag4dykestobin]

She walks away, and we hear applause. And cut.

[ty-the-trainwreck]

robin buckley is the kind of gf to take every opportunity to talk about her partner its true

someone mentions the newspaper? oh! nancy works for the newspaper! did robin mention nancy is robin’s girlfriend?

the color pink? nancy loves the color pink! also nancy is robin’s girlfriend.

books? nancy loves reading books! robin loves reading books with nancy, who is robin’s girlfriend.

she just loves saying “nancy is my girlfriend!”

[happybunnykat]

Is it just me or was Secret of the Old Clock like. Insanely easy. It took me several days to beat Curse of Blackmoor Manor and like. One night to play through all of Secret of the Old Clock. And that was with me fucking around delivering Telagrams for like an hour.

[writingwoe]

literally nothing phases ira until he gets a cramp and then suddenly he's writing his will while jai just stands there like "get up you fucking idiot"

[fadeintoyou1993]

which artists do u think lizzie (+ possibly nancy) listens to? i feel like lizzie loves blackpink and her bias is jennie.

yeah!!! u kniw whats funny i talked abt this w olivia liang (shes alyssa on legacies) and she said that alyssa's bias would definitely be jennie and i think lizzie would def relate to that HDJSH but for ex rosé's solos are literally lizzie like gone and hard to love r literally written abt lizzie...... so sometimes im like yeah jennie! but then im like maybe rosé?? but i think lizzie def listens to like rina sawayama, meg, bp for sure for sure, charli xcx, caroline polachek, but then its also canon that she likes motown and r&b so she def listens to old school stuff a Lot. then onto like more indie/alt leaning she would listen to mitski and phoebe i think. and lizzie DEF listens to orville peck its not a fucking question!!!! trixie Mattel too (legacies writers room twitter acc thank u for confirming that lizzie is a trixya stan when i asked)

and nancy .... i guess im doing this like modern!nancy type so like modern music i would say she would listen to artists like MUNA and lucy dacus... def would love hayley williams bc i stand by my belief that hayley is our generation's debbie harry and we know how nancy feels abt blondie...... i also think that nancy would also listen to bands based on their lyrics too so she would def like the national but she also def would like pop music n hyperpop stuff like rina and charli esp bc there are so many songs by these artists that i relate to nancysjsksksksk and if nancy liked blackpink she would def either have jennie or jisoo as her bias like no questions asked

[subconsciousmysteries]

alternative rock scene is very frustrationy from what I can tell... I liked it when I was a teenager and less sure of who I am. now i hear too much of that "we party we reckless but we sad" 47 shit and I'm like sorry gotta change the channel. you people are 30 years old. its sickening grow up

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Ronance; part 1 here immortal!nancy, werewolf!robin; 1k words

Nancy has seen war. She's seen centuries of it.

She's seen war and she's seen death, although only one of those things she's been able to participate in, and that's why Vecna chooses her.

It was the isolation and so many years of it, she thinks, despite the past handful she's spent with people who understand, who live it but live it differently, this thing beyond reason.

It's only, she couldn't save her best friend. She couldn't save her family.

She couldn't stop those wars and those deaths she saw no matter how hard she tried because she may be immortal but she's still just a girl at heart, a girl destined to let down the people she loves.

Vecna reminds her of it, shows it to her, says she hurt while she was dying. She screamed your name. Did you hear her, Nancy? Did you hear her dying?

And Nancy almost welcomes it like relief. She's never had the option before, to let it just be over, and she's more than outlived her welcome on this green and terrible earth, so why should she stay?

Only it's not that simple, is it, because no matter how much Vecna tries to remind her how long she was alone, all she has to do is remember that cabin in the woods and the impossible sorts of people who welcomed her into it to know it's not that simple.

She was alone, but she's not anymore. She never has to be again. She has options and she has community and she has--

"Nancy?! Nancy, you're-- oh my god, oh my god, I have you, I have you, you're here, you're still here--"

"Never left," she gasps, collapsed with legs akimbo and one arm pointing in the wrong direction where she's held tight but gentle in Robin's lap.

Robin. She's crying, sobbing really, as she pushes Nancy's hair off her forehead and presses her lips there instead, murmuring reassurances all the while that they're both still here, they're both okay, the world isn't over and neither are they.

The snapped bone in Nancy's arm heals faster than they can collect themselves to set it, stuck at the wrong angle and cradled to Nancy's chest in a makeshift sling of Robin's overshirt during the trip back to home base. A lot has changed during this battle, and the war hasn't been won, but they've collected a few more people in the process.

Steve and Max have a boy who will have to learn to drink blood when he wakes up out cold in the loft and there's a cheerleader who is supposed to be dead making tea in the kitchen, and Robin full shifts to let Nancy bury her face into the fur at her neck and scream when Jonathan resets her arm and it's so…

The war is not over. It's barely just beginning.

Nancy has always known that there was so much space for evil within these sorts of abilities but she'd forgotten, she thinks.

Curled up and still shaking as the pain radiates up her arm and sets the whole thing throbbing, Nancy lets herself rest limp against the warm curl of Robin's wolf form around her. Quiet but fiercely awake, guarding Nancy while she can't properly be on guard for herself.

She had forgotten, amidst this life, that something, someone, like Vecna could use these powers for anything other than a private and quiet little life of hiding from the world but not from each other. She had forgotten that men like Brenner would do terrible things to special little girls just to try and harness that power.

She forgot, and part of her hates herself for that, but part of her wants to sing at the feeling of it, forgetting the threats that consumed her every waking thought for so long.

When she wakes up, Robin is human again, still radiating heat in the bed they've come to share, and still curled up around Nancy protectively, but with long fingers winding through hair this time in a way big, padding paws never could.

"You're still here," Nancy breathes, pulling herself close by her good arm because healing quickly doesn't mean she doesn't feel the pain of it, the itch of it, all condensed down in time but not intensity.

"Never left," Robin promises, a croak to her voice and a shine to her eyes as she presses her forehead up against Nancy's and nuzzles their noses right up next to each other. "Never leaving-- you scared the shit outta me, I'm never going anywhere ever again--"

Nancy's not a fan of being cut off, not a fan of doing it either, but it's just a brush of lips across Robin's, a breath of a thing. A breath and a shaking inhale and Robin pulling her in to kiss her deeper and fuller and with all the fear and love in the world.

"You can't lose me, you know," Nancy reminds her when they pull away, lips still lingering on Robin's cheek, letting those warm hands roam in search of Nancy's physical okayness. "Not possible."

Robin breathes in sharply, hand gripping Nancy's waist tight.

"You've never let impossible stop you before, Nancy Wheeler," she says on a long exhale. "My beautiful, impossible thing."

Vecna had looked at Nancy and seen eons of hurt, of loss, of grief, but when Nancy pulls Robin to tuck her face into her neck, to offer solace in the same way it had been offered to her in this place, she knows he doesn't get what that means.

The hurt, the grief? They were only ever proof that no matter the gaps in her humanity, Nancy has never stopped being capable of love. Nancy Wheeler loves big but for too long she has loved quiet, in secret, behind closed doors where no one could use it against her. The only reason Vecna could get to her was because she's finally learned to be loud again in her loving.

She has no question in her heart that it's because of this, her very own impossible girl, her big goofy mutt and her kind-hearted lover too smart for her own good, that her love is what made her vulnerable.

That's always been the case, hasn't it? That's the crux of being human.

"I'm still here," she murmurs into the mess of hair at the crown of Robin's head. "I'm right here with you."

It's a promise. It's a hope.

It's love, with all the pain and grief it brings.

And after all this time? Nancy's still not ready to let it go.

[drewlyyours]

LABYRINTH OF LIES FANCAST

ND #31

Xenia Doukas - Gal Gadot

Niobe Papadaki - Kiana Madeira

Grigor Karakinos - Sam Claflin

Thanos Ganas - Richard Armitage

Melina Rosi - Felicity Kendal

me, i've always been the queen

MHM, TRT, FIN, SSH, DOG, CAR, DDI, SHA, CUR, CLK, TRN, DAN, CRE, ICE, CRY, VEN, HAU, WAC, TOT, SAW, CAP, ASH, TMB, DED, GTH, SPY, MED

[klxudykai]

it makes me feel so happy when i see people saying they shifted. cause it’s so motivating and in my head im like “that’s gonna be me next”, but not even that. it just makes me genuinely happy to see people gaining a bigger awareness like it’s so awesome.

it’s probably one of the biggest accomplishments a person could have because like i mentioned in a previous post, we are literal TIME TRAVELERS. half of the shit that people make conspiracies about and stuff is real and shifters have the opportunity to experience that.

i said it before and i’ll say it again, we are some of the most powerful mfs on this planet just by seeing a new perspective. everyone is just living in a black and white world ESPECIALLY the ones that hate on us and want to call us delulu. they don’t realize how BIG the galaxy really is. i’d laugh if they didn’t believe in aliens too 🤷🏾‍♀️

generations of shifters have walked this planet and beyond and we are the next generation of that. people like us is what helps us stay connected to who and what we really are. we’re immortals, animals, plants, etc. we are pretty much everything. and that’s fucking awesome

so that being said walk tall and confident because you know shit that half the world probably doesn’t. well shift and experience something new and that’s all that matters

fuck those negative nancy’s and let them live their sad little lives as so 😤

[theslayerbrother]

so it's really Proves that Nancy is immortal

I wanted to draw more Grandpa Douxie au, so a young Douxie and Nancy in the late 60′s

With filters and things to make it look like an old photo haha wheee!

[fag4dykestobin]

i have a nancypost to make and god i hope i can actually do it. scrambling for screencaps

[apomaro-mellow]

King and Prince 29

Part 28

“Summer will be upon us soon”, Nancy said while scribbling away on some parchment.

“Mhm, that means a new crop of squires, ready to start their trials”, Eddie was lounging on a chaise, playing with a mess of thread in his hands.

“You know I can’t give Lucas any special treatment. Not because he’s my brother’s friend, nor your paramour’s protege.”

Eddie turned over onto his stomach to look at Nancy sitting at her desk, his eyes sparkling. It wasn’t quite the reaction she had been expecting. He had heard her, right? That she wouldn’t be giving anyone preferential treatment? She never did.

“You think Steve and I could be paramours?”

“....I swear you only hear half the words I say.”

“I heard you loud and clear. I just don’t think Lucas will need a leg up or anything like that. But your thoughts on me and the little prince would be news to me.”

Nancy let out a breath. “I don’t think there’s anything inherently wrong with you pursuing him.”

“The ‘but’ is so loud you might want to get your intestines checked.”

“But, you should know you’re playing with fire. Even if he’s been unofficially disowned, he’s still a prince. One whose family has wished for our destruction. If this goes to your favor and you are wed, have you thought about what your subjects might say?”

Eddie stopped fiddling with the thread. “I have. And I’ve decided that while I am open to hearing concerns, I’m not giving up on him. Anyone with a problem with that can take it up with me personally.”

“Hm. I thought as much. Just don’t, you know, burn the whole kingdom just for him.”

“Do you really think I’m that far gone?”, Eddie asked.

Nancy thought about how she’d seen Eddie around the training grounds more and more and how that had everything to do with Steve taking Lucas under his wing. And because of that, she deigned not to answer.

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“You really think I’ll pass?”, Lucas asked, panting as he put his wooden sword away.

Steve was wiping the sweat off of himself with a cloth. “I think you’re one of the most passionate kids I’ve ever met. You’re on your way to mastering swordplay and archery. You’re going to ace this.”

“So like, are you planning on actually marrying Eddie?”, Lucas asked.

He wasn’t the only one curious. Everyone in the castle was abuzz with this new development and of course, the news began to move from within the walls to outside of it. The gossip traveled and everyone had their own spin on it. The king was courting a young man was what everyone got right. But as to the identity of that man, people couldn’t quite agree.

He was a prince, no a duke, no an earl, no he wasn’t from the aristocracy at all. He was in his thirties, no his twenties, no he was only fifteen because he was around the children of the castle often, no he was, but as a mentor so he had to be at least a few years older. He was very handsome, no he just looked okay, well their immortal king had written so much about his appearance so he must be ethereal. The king had written a few, no many, no an entire tome’s worth of letters courting him.

“Either way, can you imagine it? A royal wedding?”

Jason could hear some woman prattle on with his mother while he wrapped up a few chops in the back.

“I can’t even imagine what that would look like”, his mother replied. “King Edward has never done anything like this.”

“He must truly be in love. And if the rumors are true, he’s a real bonafide prince.”

Jason slammed the meat down onto the counter, jolting them both. “Has anyone figured out which kingdom?”

“Oh, this is all just gossip, Jason”, Mrs. Carver said. “If His Majesty is truly courting with foreign royalty, it would be for the good of our kingdom.”

“Well how do we know it isn’t completely selfish? How do we know he didn’t just snatch someone up?”

“He wouldn’t do that.”

“Or how about this? If they are a prince? How do we know his intentions are pure?”

“Oh you’re being paranoid”, his mother said placatingly. She muttered something to the lady about him recently breaking things off with a lover and the woman nodded sagely before grabbing her order and leaving.

But it wasn’t as simple as all that to Jason. He alone, knew the truth of what was happening and yet he had to hear misinformation everywhere he went. In his own family shop, on the streets, even in the tavern. The very place he had met Steve one night and while he was trying to drink himself to numbness, he had to listen to a group of guys sitting at a table, trading rumors about Steve’s true identity.

“He’s not what you think he is”, Jason finally spoke up, pushing his drink away.

“Huh?”

“What’s the butcher’s boy going on about?”

“The man our king is trying to tie himself to”, Jason clarified as he stood up from the bar and walked over to their table. “He’s a lying snake.”

“And what do you know about him?”

“I know him too well. Met him right here, even talked to him at this very table. He looked sweet. Until he wasn’t.”

The men scoffed and that riled up Jason enough to raise his voice, garnering the attention of the other patrons. Even the musician in the corner stopped playing. Emboldened, Jason continued.

“His name is Steve. And he would come into town. He would, he would spread his legs and break hearts and damn those he left behind.”

“Ahh, he’s just a spurned lover”, someone commented.

“That’s how it was at first!”, Jason quickly regained control of the conversation. “I thought I was just another person on his trail, to be left behind when he moved to the next town because that’s what he led me to believe. That he was just a traveler. But then he gave me this letter. This letter told me everything and now I know the truth.”

When no one interrupted him, he kept going, telling them of the kingdom that Steve had come from. That he was a Harrington, someone who had actively pushed against their borders and that wasn’t enough for them. People began to leave, not wanting to hear the drunken ravings of a man who had been dumped.

But the seed had already been planted. And the longer this courtship went on without an official decree, the more doubt began to spread among the people. The story turned from their wise king finally giving his heart to someone, to an invasion in the form of a seduction.

“Why else would he be going after our king, huh?”, Jason posed the question to a crowd that gathered outside the butcher shop. “He was literally walking these streets, stringing people along, he could’ve had anyone. But he goes for the most powerful man in the country. Nothing he ever did made sense to me but when I got this-” He brandished the letter, crumpled but still legible.

“This made everything so much more clear. Within those walls”, he pointed to the castle, “Is an imminent danger. Today it’s just him, tomorrow it could be his whole army at our doorstep.”

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Eddie was pretty good at keeping his ear to the ground. So he could tell almost immediately when the rumor mill began to turn against him and Steve. He hadn’t wanted to make an official announcement and thus thrust Steve back into the royal spotlight too soon. But what was happening was getting too much to ignore.

He knew of it, even before his council brought it to his attention. He was pacing about in a sitting room, Robin, Nancy, and Jeff there as he figured out how to bring it up to Steve, and how to move forward. Of course, as if summoned, Steve pushed the doors open and stomped in.

“Have you heard what they’re saying about you?!”

“I have”, Eddie said. “As well as what they’re saying about you.”

“It can’t stand. He can’t talk about his king that way. That isn’t why I gave him that letter!”

Eddie came over to Steve, clutching his hands. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you look with the fire of righteousness blazing in your eyes?”

Steve would have been embarrassed to say how fast he melted if it wasn’t for the fact that it came with how warm Eddie’s gaze was on him. It almost made him forget why he had come in here in the first place. 

“As I was s-saying, you can’t let this stand. You can’t keep letting him spread these lies about you.”

“What lies? You came from another country with the sole intent to seduce your way to my throne”, Eddie teased, bringing Steve’s knuckles up to his lips.

“Is that how it happened? Because I remember carting a package and dumping it in the dungeon”, Nancy piped up.

“I remember you handing him off to me with little regard”, Robin added.

Jeff started, “And I seem to recall-”

“Now those are lies and slander that I will not allow”, Eddie said. “I have always treasured you above all, my sweet.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Don’t try and change our story, I was there for it. I will say, I think I’m getting to my favorite part…”

“Hey your faces need to be six inches apart at all times”, Jeff reminded.

“We are such good chaperones”, Robin shook her head.

“Eddie, let me do this for you”, Steve said, taking a step back from him.

Eddie’s brow raised. “Do what?”

“Fight for your honor.”

Part 30

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