You Are My Home
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Nancy heard a rustling from down in the hole, a panicked animal kind of movement. She stopped in her tracks, kept her gun up steady.
The noise stopped as suddenly as it started. There was a pause. All Nancy heard was her own deep breathing, the gentle wind, and some scattered birdsong that told her this thing probably wasn't a predator, whatever it was. And then the quiet broke.
"Stay back!" A woman's voice, raspy and dry. Nancy was thirsty at the sound of it. "I'm armed! You don't want to mess with me, I'm- Shit."
"I'm armed too," Nancy said, her voice calmer now, modulated, despite the pounding of her heart in her throat. "And you're stuck in a hole. I can leave you to it if you want, or I can throw a grenade down there to keep you company. Or you can put your hands up and maybe we can talk like civilized people. Your choice."
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Or: the Ronance TLOU Bill & Frank AU nobody asked for but my brain insisted on writing anywaySeries
- Part 1 of You Are My Home
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Nancy swallowed hard, and told a secret that didn't matter anymore to anybody but her. "There was a girl, once. When I was sixteen. But we didn't... But she died."
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Nancy's origin story from My Piece of Land.
Written for Stranger Things Femslash Week Day 6: Came Back Wrong.
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- Part 2 of You Are My Home
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Nancy looked so fucking small out there, bleeding through her sleep shirt and a pair of jeans that used to belong to some middle school kid that had been dead for a decade, and Robin thought about herself ten years from now. Pictured herself haunting this big old house, wearing clothes that used to belong to Regional Emmy Award Winner Nancy Wheeler who had been dead for a decade, and she wondered when exactly she had fallen in love. And she wondered how many apocalypses a person could be expected to survive.
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Robin's backstory from My Piece of Land
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- Part 3 of You Are My Home
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"I don't care," Nancy said. She'd been saying it. Robin hadn't believed her any of the previous times she'd said it and Nancy could only assume she wouldn't buy it now either.
But it was true. She didn't care. They were just-
"They're just chickens," she sighed. "I don't care what you name them. I don't see why they even need names at all."
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A rare moment of peace in the ronance TLOU Bill & Frank AU.
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- Part 4 of You Are My Home