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queenslayerbeeOne more! And right as ao3 is giving me trouble so hey, this way there's one (1) more fic available to read outside it :P
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The dreams are all the more unsettling, eerie, because nothing wrong happens in them; Henry Creel comes to her as Mr. Whatsit —as a protector, as a friend, with a pleasant face and a gentle voice and a pair of warm hands, tucking her into bed and plying her with gifts and promises of safety and freedom and adventure.
He comes as Holly first met him and she receives him with a smile and open arms, but upon waking up, her body trembles with the knowledge of the man behind the mild-mannered mask.
Just as it knows the confines of her bedroom are no longer safe; she walks on her tip toes, silent as she can, and slips into Nancy's room —empty, the house now so empty, with Mike in college and Nancy away for work; but there's an energy to it, a quiet strength amidst its walls, a reflection of her sister's steel core… and Holly's body knows this too, finally gets to exhale, as if the mere echoes of her sister's once steady presence are enough for Nancy's sturdiness and bravery to sip from her sheets through her skin, shielding Holly, giving her all the protection she needs.
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Author's note: I thought the way they wrote Henry with Holly was one of the most disturbing (and well done, at that) aspects of the show, for how realistic it felt vis a vis more "typical" portrayals of men preying on children (for one reason or another), so I took that angle with this prompt.
For all the focus Holly got this season (which I'm here for), I wish there'd been a little more focus on her relationship with her sister (and brother), so I liked having the chance to write about them, just a little bit.
Title: her arms, a fortress.
Fandom: Stranger Things.
Pairing: Holly Wheeler & Nancy Wheeler, Holly Wheeler & Henry Creel.
Summary: written for the prompt: "Stranger Things Holly & Nancy Wheeler, nightmares" in the Three Sentence Ficathon.
Word count: 200.
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The dreams are all the more unsettling, eerie, because nothing wrong happens in them; Henry Creel comes to her as Mr. Whatsit —as a protector, as a friend, with a pleasant face and a gentle voice and a pair of warm hands, tucking her into bed and plying her with gifts and promises of safety and freedom and adventure.
He comes as Holly first met him and she receives him with a smile and open arms, but upon waking up, her body trembles with the knowledge of the man behind the mild-mannered mask.
Just as it knows the confines of her bedroom are no longer safe; she walks on her tip toes, silent as she can, and slips into Nancy's room —empty, the house now so empty, with Mike in college and Nancy away for work; but there's an energy to it, a quiet strength amidst its walls, a reflection of her sister's steel core… and Holly's body knows this too, finally gets to exhale, as if the mere echoes of her sister's once steady presence are enough for Nancy's sturdiness and bravery to sip from her sheets through her skin, shielding Holly, giving her all the protection she needs.
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Author's note: I thought the way they wrote Henry with Holly was one of the most disturbing (and well done, at that) aspects of the show, for how realistic it felt vis a vis more "typical" portrayals of men preying on children (for one reason or another), so I took that angle with this prompt.
For all the focus Holly got this season (which I'm here for), I wish there'd been a little more focus on her relationship with her sister (and brother), so I liked having the chance to write about them, just a little bit.
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