#well I guess I have a Deacon/Nora ship now

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39 for deacon/sole on the kiss prompt!

**cracks knuckles** angst time.

… because time’s run out

Dark shadows lingered in every corner of the room. Rotting drywall and loose cables hung limp like dismembered ghosts against each black crevice. This was a bolthole for the dead and dying. You could tell by the smell alone, Nora and Deacon weren’t the first cornered rabbits to dig in. 

He was heavier than her, but her veins throbbed with adrenaline and mortal fear, giving her the strength to prop him up as they shambled to the far end of the burrow. 

“That cheap trick won’t distract them for long.” He groaned, bracing his thigh as she propped him against the wall. 

“Dogmeat’s smarter than all three of those moon monkeys combined. We’ve got enough time for me to fix you up.”

“See, you really shoulda taken Des’s suggestion. Fixer would’ve been a great codename for you.”

Nora scoffed. “Too obvious.”

In the light of her Pip-Boy he was deathly pale. Deacon’s leg bent awkwardly, and though he wasn’t bleeding, the swelling spoke for itself. Fractured. Maybe broken. God, she had no clue how to reset a bone. Only enough experience to know that trying without the right training would probably just make it worse.

She hissed, worry eating at her heart like a worm. “You’re a damn idiot.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Deacon shifted uncomfortably. “But listen - that mutt can’t keep those Gen-1s distracted forever. They’ll be back. You need to be as far away from here as possible before then, kapeesh? You gotta leave me behind, Firefly.”

“Shut up.”

Deacon grimaced under a wave of pain, croaking bleakly, “Nice. Law school teach you that one?”

“Look, I’m gonna bind this and then you and I are walking out of here together.”

“Firefly-”

“There’s a Brotherhood outpost less than an hour from here, we can get to it and-”

“Nora.” Deacon’s voice cracked over her name, stopping her furious digging through the beat down rucksack she carried all her supplies in.

She fixed him with a stern frown. Gunshots echoed in the distance, setting her teeth on edge. Too often in the world before, she’d heard the static recording of these same sounds on the radio while news reporters spun tales of Anchorage’s carnage. And she, safe at home, could do nothing but pray Nate would come back in one piece. She’d lost one person to the Institute’s wrath already. She would never let herself be that helpless again.

“That holotape in your back pocket is what they’re after. You gotta get it to HQ or this entire op was for nothing. With me in tow you’ll be a sitting duck.” Deacon smiled, wide and white-toothed, “Listen, I’ll be fine.”

“You know what they did teach me in law school? How to tell when people are lying. To hell with the intel. I’m not leaving you.”

“Damnit, boss,” He let out a frustrated grunt, looking away, “You don’t have a choice. I can’t run. And you can’t let them get you. For the love of all things green and glowing, don’t make me watch you go down in flames. Not ag-”

Deacon checked himself sharply. The gunshots outside were closer. Or maybe it only sounded that way. Nora stared, willing him to meet her gaze. Begging him to finish what he’d started, and prove to her by saying aloud what she already knew in her heart. Honesty from him was a token she could take to her grave.  

But the sound of a relay fired down the block, then, and she knew they were out of time. “Alright.” There was no room for hesitation. Her route was perfectly clear. An obvious strategy. And Deacon wouldn’t like it. Well, she was done playing liar with him. 

He flinched automatically as her lips pressed hot against his, only for a moment. Just long enough. 

Fear speared through her gut, and guilt, and desperation, but not regret. She was done with regrets, too. Nora dropped the holotape in Deacon’s lap, pulling away just as he overcame his shock and pitched forward in answer.

She smiled with brimming tears, “In case you had any ideas about trying to play the hero act. You’ve got your mission, and I’ve got mine”

Deacon understood immediately. Cold terror broke through his temperate facade. “Firefly-”

“Hold on to that tape. I’ll clear the way, and come back for you when it’s safe.” She explained anyway, already at the door, “I promise.” And then Nora bolted, out of Deacon’s reach and into the dagger’s edge of the night.

I will come back, She told herself, teeth gritting with determination. Deacon’s lips still burned where they touched in that brief moment of self-indulgence. It had been a flash of truth in the dark, however brief. And whatever it took to save him, it was a price she would pay.

#well I guess I have a Deacon/Nora ship now #write a kiss #fanfic #my fanfic #deacon #nora ronan #ask #fallout #fallout 4 #deacon's firefly #personal fav

[gwinnetts]

@shellheadtm​ sent an ask from the scrapped headcanons meme [accepting] // 🔏 one for each of the usual suspects pls 

elle

hahahaha, god, okay, so, here’s something funny. for a little while, i was kind of ship shopping for elle’s sosu verse amongst the companions and NPCs. amanda, you’ll remember the earliest part of this, back when ace was active and we had a ship with elle and his nick valentine. well — the more i played elle’s sosu verse, and the more it developed and i understood her mindset in it better, every single one of the ship shopping options bombed. like, one after the other

elle stopped having romantic leanings towards nick once i realized how terrified she is that he’ll See The Real Her and judge her as lacking. so i was talking to rafe, and i was like, hey, there are similarities between elle and deacon, and we like nick and deacon as a ship, maybe a poly situation would help balance things out? except then when we sat down to thread them, elle and deacon repelled each other like same-aligned magnets (for much the same reasons). which isn’t to say they don’t get along, they do, and they work really well together, but lord almighty there are too many issues there for a ship to be remotely possible. then i toyed with, hey, edward has a little bit of a crush on her, maybe — ? except then elle wasn’t interested in him romantically at all. and X6-88 is too clueless for there to be any hope there. and maccready and elle have a very solid sibling relationship. sosu elle appears to be ship repellant, so i’ve given up 😂

zetta

originally, i was going to try to roll with the whole “nora = lawyer” thing. i knew from the fallout 4 announcement at E3 that i was going to use zetta as my f!sosu, though she wasn’t quite fully zetta at that point, since zetta is actually an AU of another character ([alton brown vc: but that’s another post). but i had always planned for her background and career to be science-focused, and i wasn’t prepared for the whole lawyer thing

still, i was game to try to adapt with it — so i set zetta up to have picked up a degree in patent law, specifically, to kind of partner it with her tech focus. but i didn’t really do much with it, really, and it wasn’t long before the idea was kicked aside and ignored. it just... doesn’t suit her, it really doesn’t

maccready

hmmm, RJ is harder, because he’s one of the newest, so i haven’t had as much time to weigh what does and doesn’t work and what should be scrapped in favor of better ideas just yet. let’s see...

i guess this can work — early on, i didn’t see much problem with maccready giving a romanced sosu the wooden soldier. i thought it was cute and sweet, especially when paired with the idea of the sosu giving him their spouse’s wedding ring. exchanging admittedly sad little momentos of their last loved ones to their new one, a kind of “my past is still important but my future is you” deal

bbbuuuut the more i explored maccready, especially his relationship with his family, the more it bothered me. i’m now solidly in the camp that the soldier should go to duncan. his mom made that, you know? he isn’t going to have much to remember her by, especially since he was very young when she died. so... that’s now the headcanon i roll with, canon divergence be damned. i’ve been meaning to come up with another trinket for maccready to give a ship partner in place of the soldier, but i haven’t gotten around to it yet, whoops

#shellheadtm #( ASK. out of character ) the answers are buried in me #( MUSE. elle ) she didn't choose this role but she'll play it and make it sincere #( MUSE. zetta ) don't have a lot left: just anger and something to prove #( MUSE. maccready ) on my knees and out of luck; i look up #// at some point i need to sit down and write A Thing about elle and deacon #// bc its fascinating #// and also frustrating