#werewolf!nancy

Nancy had been very interested in Chrissy’s magical abilities, especially when she learned that Chrissy’s magic was nature related. The two girls had become fast friends and even faster lovers. Secret kisses behind the gymnasium and holding hands underneath the desk in the library. But Chrissy had the feeling that Nancy was hiding something from her, something that made Chrissy think that Nancy wasn’t entirely human. 

This was the reason that Chrissy found herself in the woods at some point past 1 o’clock in the morning. The moon was full in the sky, looking down on the world like an unblinking eye. Chrissy had noticed that Nancy had been acting more, irritable? Clingy? Either way it wasn’t usual behaviour from her girlfriend. Chrissy wasn’t 100% sure on this but she swore she had seen a gold outline on Nancy’s blue-grey eyes at some points but if she looked again it was gone. Nancy had also been eating a lot more red meat recently, when Chrissy asked about it, she knew Nancy wasn’t a big fan of red meat usually, Nancy laughed and said she was PMS-ing. For some reason Chrissy’s gut told her this was a lie. There was a distinct smell in the air, something animalistic, like a wet dog but also something sweet, like the vanilla perfume Nancy usually wore. Was Nancy here? Chrissy delved further into the woods to find out. 

Someone had definitely come through here, there was a path made through the long grass, the curious smell from before following that path. It led into a copse of trees, the foliage so thick above that no light from the moon filtered through. Chrissy summoned a small ball of light and used to guide herself along the path, along the way she saw a pair of Nancy’s sneakers abandoned before her. That confirmed two things for her, Nancy was here and that she wasn’t entirely human. Not that that was a problem for her, Nancy had accepted Chrissy as a witch almost immediately, and Chrissy would accept Nancy for what she was too. 

The path led Chrissy to a small clearing, the trees surrounded the clearing in a circle, a clear view up to the moon. Chrissy thought this place looked familiar but couldn’t quite place it. She could feel some magical energy here, perhaps a former witches circle? But what really concerned Chrissy was that Nancy was there, curled up in a ball, her body twitching as if she was in a great amount of pain. 

Chrissy rushed over to be by her side, “Nancy? Are you ok?” she asked, concerned. She didn’t dare touch Nancy just in case that she didn’t want to be touched, Nancy looked over her shoulder to see who was speaking to her, the tension in her body at an all time high, but relaxed when she saw it was Chrissy. 

“Chriss… you shouldn’t be here,” another wave of pain racked Nancy’s body, making her cry out, it was getting harder to resist the change, Nancy wouldn’t forgive herself if she hurt Chrissy. 

“Nancy please tell me what’s going on, I wanna help you,” Chrissy’s voice was full of concern, her heart breaking at the sight of Nancy in so much pain. If Chrissy could take the pain away, she’d try everything she could but she feared that she would not be able to do anything. Nancy managed to sit up to face Chrissy with a great deal of effort, her chest heaving. Then Chrissy saw the truth, Nancy’s eyes were now a golden yellow, her canine teeth becoming sharper, nails curling into claws, patches of thick hair on her forearms and legs, and her ears were now pointed. Nancy was a werewolf. Now all of Nancy’s odd behaviour around the full moon made sense. Chrissy was glad that it wasn’t anything terrible, although she felt a little upset that Nancy kept this part of herself from Chrissy, Chrissy knew she couldn’t think about that right now, Nancy needed help. 

“Chrissy, I…” Nancy started before a smell hit her nose, something sweet, a little musky, but just overwhelmingly Chrissy. It made her salivate, the more animalistic side to her calling for more. Chrissy moved closer and cupped Nancy’s face, looking at Nancy with such a tender, loving gaze, it made Nancy know that Chrissy didn’t care that she was a werewolf, Chrissy did truly love her. 

“Nance, please let me help you,” Chrissy was so sincere, so earnest, so good. It made Nancy feel like she didn’t deserve her. 

They shared a kiss, tender and intimate, Chrissy could feel her heart beat fast in her chest, the air becoming charged with sexual tension, Nancy’s hands moved up her sides, her touch feather-light, making Chrissy shiver. Nancy’s kisses moved down to her neck, grazing the delicate skin with her fangs, the combined sense of danger and eroticism, making some heat settle in Chrissy’s belly. 

“Nancy, please…” Chrissy moved Nancy’s hands to her chest, cupping her breasts, giving a silent consent for Nancy to keep going. The sound of fabric ripping filled Chrissy’s ears, the feeling of the cold air hitting her chest making her gasp. Nancy made quick work of Chrissy’s bra, leaving her in only the jeans she was wearing. Her head tilted back in pleasure as Nancy began playing with her nipples, rolling them between her fingers, with just the right amount of pressure to tease along the line between pleasure and pain. “Oh god… just like that…” Chrissy moaned as Nancy took one nipple into her mouth, lapping at it with her tongue, teasing those delicious sounds out of Chrissy. 

“Please, Nancy, I want to…” Chrissy whimpered, her lip quivering.

“You want to what?” Nancy whispered, not wanting to leave such an intimate moment with Chrissy. 

“I want to touch you as well,” Chrissy tugged at Nancy’s sweater, lifting it up to the bottom of her ribcage. 

Nancy smiled and let Chrissy take off the sweater, and unhook her bra, leaving the discarded clothing in a pile. Chrissy pulled Nancy on top of her, grinding against their still-clothed hips together. Chrissy, feeling a little more confident, gave one of Nancy’s tits a squeeze, “got such pretty tits Nance,” appreciating the noise she got in response from Nancy.  Chrissy could feel the heat coiling inside her, she wanted more, wanted more of Nancy. One hand stayed at Nancy’s chest, the other slid down the front of Nancy’s pants, down into her panties and toying with the wetness there. 

Nancy whimpered and ground her hips down onto Chrissy’s hand, “Chrissy, I… ohhh… keep doing that,” she spoke with a breathy voice as Chrissy teased circles around her clit, making the muscles in her thighs twitch. She grabbed at the waistline of her pants, pulling them down, kicking them off somewhere behind her. She then did the same for Chrissy, revealing a pair of pale pink lacy underwear. 

“Wearing such pretty panties for me, huh?” she whispered into Chrissy’s ear, one of her fingers teasing along the wet spot in between the other girl’s legs. Chrissy’s strawberry blonde hair fanned out behind her head like a halo, making Chrissy look more angelic than she already did. Chrissy’s hand left Nancy’s panties so she could wrap her arms around Nancy’s back, pulling her into a passionate kiss, before Nancy kissed her way downwards, pushing the pink lace to the side, gently running her fingers along Chrissy’s wet folds, making the other girl squeeze her thighs together. Nancy wasted no more time and went to lapping and sucking at Chrissy’s clit, moving the folds with her fingers so she could lick at Chrissy’s entrance, tasting her arousal. 

“Fuck Nancy, so good…” Chrissy’s chest heaved, she’d never been eaten out before, and god she was enjoying it. She squeezed her thighs around Nancy’s head, tangling her fingers in her hair, Nancy kept going, encouraged by Chrissy’s moans and whimpers that she was getting close, Nancy wanted to see what beautiful sounds Chrissy would make as she came. 

Chrissy wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold on for, anytime she bucked her hips, Nancy held her down, focusing in on her clit, making sure Chirssy had the utmost pleasure that Nancy could give her. Chrissy was so close, teetering on the edge of her orgasm, her thighs were tense, her breathing stuttered, so, so, so close. Nancy seemed to have sensed this and asked teasingly if Chrissy was going to come for her.

“I’m so close, baby please…” Chrissy felt her orgasm hit her like a truck, her hips shaking, thighs clenched tightly around Nancy’s head. It was no doubt the most intense orgasm Chrissy had ever had. “Shit… oh my god, Nance,” she breathed out when her high was over. Nancy looked up from between Chrissy’s legs, her lips and chin wet with Chrissy’s release. She licked her lips like it was the most delicious thing. 

“So good for me Chrissy, so good,” Nancy purred, kissing at the delicate skin of Chrissy’s inner thighs. Nancy looked so hot doing it, her sharp teeth adding that edge of danger that got Chrissy feeling some sort of way. Nancy’s grip on her thighs would leave some bruises that Chrissy would hide under her cheerleading skirt, but would remind Chrissy of this encounter.  

Chrissy shuffled herself to a kneeling position, pulling off her panties, throwing them into the pile of clothing, Nancy did the same, her wet pussy looking so inviting to Chrissy, she wanted to touch the other girl, give her the same pleasure that she had received. 

Even with the more wolfy features Nancy was the most gorgeous person Chrissy had ever seen, she had no doubt that she absolutely adored Nancy. The two girls kissed again, lingering in each other’s arms for a minute before they laid down together, Chrissy pressed one leg in between Nancy's, allowing her to grind against it. Nancy’s eyes fluttered shut, little breathy moans coming from her mouth. Chrissy felt herself get wet again from watching Nancy pleasure herself, Chrissy wanted it to be her that was making Nancy feel good. 

“Want you to touch me,” Nancy whispered, her voice needy. Who was Chrissy to deny her? They got into a position where they both could grind against each other, Chrissy taking the position on top, grinding against Nancy, making the other girl buck her hips, making her let out those cute little breathy moans. “Chriss… please more,” Nancy whimpered. 

“Hmm? What was that baby? You want me to make you feel good?” Chrissy asked in an oh-so-innocent voice, but her choice of words hinting at the more dominant role Chrissy was taking here. “You want me to touch you?” Chrissy then dipped a hand between their bodies, the pad of her finger tracing circles around Nancy’s clit, making the other girl squirm. 

“Yes, Chrissy please touch me, please,” Nancy was nearly sobbing at the stimulation to her clit, but not enough to bring her to orgasm. She bucked her hips, hoping for more of that pleasure she craved so much, she wanted to come so bad, she wanted to be good for Chrissy. She got her answer in Chrissy grinding down, Nancy gripped her hips, wanting this moment to last, both girls giving and receiving pleasure, enjoying each other’s bodies. 

Nancy felt the beginning of her orgasm begin as a pressure in her lower abdomen, and felt some of her wetness on her inner thighs, or was it Chrissy’s? Nancy neither knew nor cared at this point, both girls were panting and so, so, so close. 

“‘M close, gonna come,” Nancy grunted through the intense clitoral stimulation Chrissy was giving her, her thigh muscles were twitching, she felt like she wanted to pull away but also she didn’t, the pressure in her stomach was at boiling point until- “Hah! Chrissyyyyyy," Nancy came with a cry, her claws raking red lines down Chrissy’s back. Chrissy came not long after, both girls laying in each other’s arms, basking in post-orgasm afterglow. 

“God, that was, that was amazing,” Nancy said, utterly exhausted from Chrissy and her antics tonight. Her voice turned a little sheepish, “sorry about your back,” her face got redder when Chrissy turned to look at her back, as if she hadn’t even noticed that Nancy’s claws had scratched her. 

Chrissy giggled at her girlfriend’s expression lying on her side beside Nancy, “it’s ok,” was all she said, but her voice was filled with so much love for Nancy, that the other girl couldn’t help but feel all mushy inside. 

“I love you Chrissy,”

“I love you too, Nancy,”

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Steve scoffs, runs his fingers through his hair, hand settling on the back of his neck. “ So ? We fixed it aleady, I did the mind compulsive–"

" Compulsion ," Dustin coughs in correction.

"– that , and she, like, forgot that she saw us. We’ll be more careful this time around! We won’t step out of the house, we don’t have to flee the state over this. I don’t, fuck, I don’t get what the big deal is.”

“The big deal?” Hopper’s head snaps forward. “Harrington, for one, you can’t scramble the entire town with your mind thing, it’s not practical. You're damn lucky I was the one to respond to the call last week. We also don’t know the true extent of your power. Other than Carver and Holloway who've gone AWOL with Henry and the rest of them, you're the first vampire this town has come across. If it's a common thing amongst your kind, the Suits aren't sharing that information with us. We're lucky they even shared how to somewhat keep this town safe after their own screw up that allowed all of this to happen in the first place."

'You mean the reason it's been almost impossible to feed the last few months? There’s only so many blood bags they supply at the hospital and I feel like a dick having to steal it. What if they run out and someone needs it?”

Dustin hums, brows pulling tightly together. “Wait. Steve, have you been going without feeding?" When Steve rolls his eyes Dustin tosses a half eaten pringle at him, but it clatters against the wall. "Don't be an idiot, you know you can always get a drink from–”

“Shut up, no, I wouldn’t ever do that to you Henderson, for one. I know you and Miss America like to say the four of us have bled together or whatever, and thanks for the offer, but no, absolutely not. Robs isn't even allowed to think it. Besides, even if I wanted to, that shit’s already in your system. Do you have any idea how hard it’s been for some of us to even shower ?”

“It’s a protective measure. It’s no different than when we added fluoride to the water,” Hopper sighs.

Max scoffs. “Right well, do us all a favor, yea, and tell them to shove their Hawthorne and Wolfbanes up their–"

“ That’s the weird taste in water? I thought I was going crazy,” Dustin mutters, falling into the couch between Hopper and Max. His eyes glaze over for a moment, turning to face her, sniffing the air. “Wait, you guys can’t shower?” Max huffs, hiding behind her comic.

Hopper groans in annoyance, shuffling to the side to provide space between them, but it isn't much. "I know you didn’t ask for this life, but we have to keep this town safe from the supernatural. Unfortunately, that included keeping them safe from you. All of you.”

A breeze whips through, nipping at the end of Nancy’s skirt, flowing across the room and brushing through Steve’s hair. “ Seriously ,” Robin hisses, having reached out instinctively. Hopper’s gaze bounces between the two. Nancy doesn’t respond to his comment, the grip on her knees turning her knuckles white. Steve only pinches the bridge of his nose, the rug still in danger of being worn down.

“I’m not judging any of you for your past, no one’s perfect, but let’s be honest with ourselves here. Your kind, both kinds, can be… well you guys already know. Besides all that, what if someone catches one of you and they call the station and it's not me responding to it? Hm, what if it gets out that this town is infested with vampires and werewolves? Or witches? And on top of that, we still don't know why Heather turned you or why Carol bit Nancy. Billy biting Max, we can only guess. We don’t know anything that really goddamn matters here."

"I fucking know why Billy did this to me,” Max grumbles, the red only Steve and Nancy have the ability to catch flashing across her eyes once again. She flips the page of her comic, a tear of a page ringing throughout the room, making Dustin wince.

“Regardless. I know this shit has been your life for only the last couple of years, but try twelve years of it. El had already been bounced around between four other families before she got to me. Five years old and so full of power she had no control over. All those other families chalked it up to bad behavior but after reading up on her file with Joyce, we could see around it, around the bullshit. Speaking of–

“ You .” He points to Robin and she shrinks in on herself, uncomfortable with the sudden attention. “You made yourself into a witch. You weren’t born into it the way my girl was. I know you think you’re capable of anything, but saying a few words in Latin in the correct order every once in a while isn’t enough. You were able to make those fancy rings and bracelets for everyone here to survive out in the sun or curb some of the effects of the full moon but that's child's play compared to what you tried to do."

"That shit was so not easy. I had to fill in my eyebrows and stack layers of mascara for weeks," Robin mutters, fingers brushing faintly over the faded electrical burn scars that trace along the back of her hands towards her wrist, branching away from where they originate from her nail beds. “Surprised I only lost two nails.”

" Regardless . You needed way more time, more practice. You don’t know what you’re capable of, not yet, but those four months that you had before the attack wasn’t enough time to learn what you needed to break Henry's sire control. And you were all –” he waves his finger at everyone, “–stupid for thinking you could. Especially alone.”

Robin rolls her eyes. “Six months later, now he wants to lecture us? Sure, bucko.”

Hopper shakes his head, eyes falling closed before he continues. “Harrington, as for the house, your father is in the process of selling the property. Alright, he apparently listed it a week after that night and he finally has a buyer ready to negotiate. Considering what a fuckin’ shit show this towns become ever since Henry and the rest of them blew through town, I don’t think he’s gonna get a very good deal."

At that Steve finally stops his pacing. He shuffles over to the recliner Robin occupies and falls heavily on the floor in the space in front of her, head falling back against her knees. "I knew this was coming, I don't even know why I'm surprised. He said I was as good as dead since I turned. Being officially dead gives him no reason to stay in Hawkins… he’s got no one." Hopper gives Steve’s sneaker a tap with his own boot, the sorry kid translating well enough.

The blows keep coming.

"Then there’s the goddamn Suits. After this whole thing with Ms Driscoll they’ve decided it’s best to get you all out of town. And, quite frankly, especially after today's news? I agree. Agent Stinson has stated they have no intentions of helping supply you three with new identities or a place to stay unless you guys leave.”

“New identities?” Robin scoffs, fingers freezing in Steve's hair. "They could have left us with ours! If they didn’t declare us dead there wouldn’t be a need for new identities, did those dipshits ever think of that?” Robin crosses her arms, hands balling into fists. A bulb from above bursts, but barely anyone flinches except for Dustin. 

Hopper only exhales forcefully from his nose, already used to outbursts turning into broken objects. Over so many talks , El’s broken her fair share of bulbs, plates– even the living room’s coffee table. There's a reason this cabin is so unfurnished.

He lifts his hand, like a reluctant student in class. “I'm the one who suggested we pronounce you all dead, Buckley. Not them."

"Why?"

Everyone's eyes fall on Nancy as she utters the first words since Hopper arrived. If their full undivided attention bothers her, she doesn't show it. Hopper meets her gaze, and suddenly he's years older. Exhausted.

"The Byers kid had a vision."

"Wait, he has powers? Since when? Was it big Byers or little Byers?" Steve interrupts, brows low. Hopper's eyes narrow, but he doesn’t continue, just keeps his focus on Nancy. Steve turns his attention to her, eyebrows shooting up. “You knew about this?”

"It wasn't for any of us to tell," Nancy says between her teeth. She mirrors Hop, gaze unwavering and her lips form a tight line. He only raises a brow.

 "Jon can’t see into the future,” she finally supplies, arms crossing over her chest. “He can only catch glimpses from the past. He says they’re like snapshots. Moments in time that he can see, and sometimes he can step into it and explore, but it gets blurry after a while. He can't look into someone's past without a personal belonging or picture of the person he's trying to see.

"Will is the one who can see into the future, except it’s never clear. Jonathan explained it’s like looking through a kaleidoscope for him. If he tries to look too long he ends up with a migraine. It’s why he’s always painting– it’s his way of trying to decipher his visions.”

“It’s the reason Joyce was so helpful when El came into my life. Eventually our lives.” Hopper's face softens for the first time since he sat down and started delivering bad news. It’s short lived because he’s looking around the room with his signature death stare, finger raised in warning. “Stinson and the rest of them don’t know anything about our kids and we’d like to keep it that way. What was just shared about them, that doesn't leave this room.”

"Am I really the only one without powers now that Max has chompers? What the hell man, that's so unfair," Dustin groans, throwing his head back with an annoyed grumble that sounds gargled in his position. "Mike has his empathy thing–"

"Little Wheeler's got what? " Steve and Robin say in unison. It feels like he just got slapped in the face because how the hell have they not said anything these last few months, no, years ? Nancy buries her face in her hand.

“Mike can sense emotions and sometimes change them, it's been a thing. Except– he can't feel love, or something. He can feel it in himself, he just can't sense it from others or force it on them. Keep up, Steve." He turns to Max. "Lucas still hasn't shown symptoms from the bite, has he?”

“My boyfriend is still nice and human, just a scar, thanks for asking.” Her smile immediately melts. “But if I ever see Billy again, I'm going to run him over with his own stupid car for what he tried to do to him, I swear to god." 

“Just us then,” Dustin beems, shoving two stacks of pringles into his mouth, the pieces flipped onto each other so it forms an open beak.

Max tilts her head, considering him. "I don’t know… I think being super annoying could be your thing. I just don't know if we can count it." She pats his shoulder, lips pouting in mock sorrow. "Hate to break it to you, but I think you’re just going to have to settle for being a lame dork."

"Would you two please ," Robin mutters, flicking a finger out into the open air in her lap, forcing Max and Dustin into a seated upright position. The sudden movement sends the can of chips rolling across the floor, their hands clasped in their laps and suddenly stiff as boards. "I don't know who's worse together; you and him, or him and Erica."

"Everybody, shut. The hell . Up." Nancy's voice is nearly a growl. "Because our beloved Sheriff Jim Hopper here has yet to tell us–" She leans forward, elbows on her knees,  "–what the hell Will saw. Because, quite honestly, I can’t think of a single thing that he could have possibly seen for you to think it was a good idea to declare us dead.”

Hopper takes a deep breath, steeling himself. Then he finally says it.

“Will saw you three die.”

A beat.

And then they're all speaking over each other.

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"Come on! Stop worrying and just think about how cool this is going to be on the way over. Guys, back me up."

Dustin jingles the keys to Steve's car, holding it up near his face with a wide enough smile to make Steve's own face ache. The keys slip from his grasp and Steve instinctively reaches out to catch them, moving so quickly he disrupts the still air.

"Holy shit," Lucas, Will, and Mike gasp, eyes and mouths hanging open comically wide. Steve tries to limit his abilities, always trying to maintain a semblance of normality to their lives as often as he can, so to catch him slipping up is its own surprise.

"Watch it," he mutters, quick glance at the keys to make sure he didn't accidently bend them. "Last time you dropped these I ended up without a house key and had to climb in through the window."

Dustin's smile somehow gets wider as the back of his hands slap the arms of those closest. "I'm never gonna get used to that, holy shit. But whatever, think about it!" He's already shouldering his backpack and heading towards the door that leads to the garage, doesn't bother to look back to make sure the rest are following. "When has anyone ever had the opportunity to take a picture with their own headstone!”

“God, Henderson, I’d hope not ever. Why are you so fucking geeked about this, you twerp. Shouldn’t you be in like, mourning, or something.” He doesn't know why he's following him because he really shouldn't be entertaining this idea. Hopper would probably end up actually killing him if they got caught since he declared him dead a little over three weeks ago, and he doesn't think the guy would be all that opposed to making it happen this time.

“That's the awesomeness of this because you're not really dead. We did all our crying and grieving when we thought you died the first time when Heather snapped your neck. But then you woke up! You die-but-not-really-die a second time and it kinda loses its effect. Except with death number two you now have a headstone! You’re like Han, except less frozen in carbonite and just frozen at nineteen forever.” 

Mike scoffs behind them. "I didn't cry, did you cry?" He stage whispers. Steve rolls his eyes.

"I don't know." Will shrugs, fingers fidgeting with the buttons and knobs on Jonathan's camera that hangs over his shoulders. "I mean, I shed a tear. I think."

"Oh, fuck off," Dustin mutters, beelining straight for the passenger side.

When they get to Steve's car and are face to face from opposite ends of their respective doors, Dustin smiles so genuinely that Steve can’t bring himself to be the buzzkill. If he's honest with himself the idea does sound kinda cool, but he can’t let Dustin know that. Undead superhuman vampire or not, he needs to work on toning down this kid's damn ego.

“Han huh… that’s the cool dude who’s best friends with bigfoot and has the really fast spaceship, right?”

Dustin’s smile immediately drops, the other three bemoaning as they slip into the back seat.

“He did not just call Han Solo the cool dude with the fast spaceship," Lucas groans, slipping in behind the driver's side.

“Bigfoot? Bigfoot?!” Mike sputters, exasperated.

Dustin’s head drops, chin dropping to his chest so fast Steve can hear his neck crack. His head snaps back up, hands coming up as he taps his pointer fingers together. “First off– Han Solo is one of the greatest leaders of the Rebel Alliance. He helped fight for the freedom of the entire galaxy against the Galactic Empire. Okay, that man is a hero, a bad ass… The best smuggler!”

Steve tilts his head, corners of his mouth downturning as he considers the compliment.

“Oh!” Dustin snaps his fingers before his hand slaps the roof of the car. “He gets the girl!”

Steve’s eyes slip shut at the start of Mike cackling in the back seat. “So... he’s not like Han.”

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