[closed] the only constant is change

[capcious]

Who: the Fallout AU crew
Setting: the Commonwealth
Summary: BoS things, institute things
Warnings: Fallout warnings, smut
Other: [original notes] [first post] [second post] [third post] [fourth post] [fifth post] [sixth post] [seventh post] [eighth post]

- minor timeskip to when the BoS has its feet under it again, shaun asks riley to go up and keep an eye on them and deacon goes with
- they get assigned to a BoS squad composed of AU versions of chancellery guards (paladin archimedes o'hallan, knight-captain anthony norris, lancer-sargeant alex reyes, knight riley reynolds, knight everett wynter, knight henry "hal" saller, aspirant 'jack' "deacon" 'priest')
- maybe some minor quests involving getting to know them, gotta get some solid Bonding going
- sarrith (sarah, secret enclave remnant) and sal's romeo and juliet romance
- that one quest where you get the nukes from the glowing sea for the BoS
- wynter's mistake and gradual ghoulification and the position it puts the squad in
- blind betrayal

- shaun announces ferran officially as his successor
- ferran dealing with the short institute quests that result from that
- shaun discovering ferran's a slut and trying to talk to him about it
- zetta freaking out bc they're spending all this time waiting for her to recover and dealing with the BoS, and not having the time to try to figure out a way to save shaun
- zetta, in general, driving shaun slowly up the wall because she's cooped up and needs to be kept occupied or else Bad Things Start Happening, why is this shaun's life, this was not what he was expecting at all
- ferran going on missions with x6-88 / house divided, warwick
- nathan and zay's one night stand with ferran becoming not a one night stand any more
- at some point we need to have nathan call deacon a mongrel to his face so zetta can go positively nuclear
- zay finding out nathan is taking buffout

- build towards the railroad and institute being on better terms (not *stable*, but they need to be in a position where they're willing to make an alliance at the battle for bunker hill and afterwards to take the BoS down)
- probably need to do a meeting with dez and carrington, bc jfc (and ferran being the next director makes it easier to make negotiations on the institute's behalf though shaun probably doesnt fully trust him with that wrt the railroad yet, shaun needs to see ferran make decisions that benefit the institute OVER the railroad for that)

- mass fusion happens before battle for bunker hill, lighting a fire under the brotherhood's ass (still use it as the faction cut-off point?)
- at the battle, brotherhood wins -- keeping them a legitimate threat and serving as the push for the institute and railroad to work together against them

[image] [lyrics]

well, oh, it seems you're a lot like me
you dug yourself into places you never thought you would be
but don't you fret, and don't you mind
the only constant is change,
and you never know what you'll find

yeah, tomorrow i might wake up nice and clean
and i might believe the things i said i didn't mean
and this might turn and wind up just the way we'd dreamed
and i might become the things i swore i'd always be

Comments

[recalcitrare]

[Zay's exhale trembles, and he leans his head back briefly before lowering it again, wanting to watch Nathan's face. He strokes both hands through his hair now, adoringly.]

[timesbureaucrat]

[Nathan wants to tease Zay, like Zay teased him, but he's just not feeling patient enough any more to draw this out. He pushes one finger in, moves it in and out.]

[recalcitrare]

Ah... god. [This already feels fantastic. He allows his hips to rock with Nathan's motions, his fingers curling in his hair.]

[timesbureaucrat]

[All Nathan can think about is how good it feels to have Zay's hands in his hair and how good Zay is going to feel around him very soon.

He presses in a second finger.]

[recalcitrare]

[Another quiet groan escapes him, longer this time, and his grip in Nathan's hair tightens further. After a moment to regather himself, he manages a snark:] You see? You're getting no complaints from me.

[timesbureaucrat]

What would you have to complain about? I'm doing a fantastic job.

[He takes his fingers from Zay and slathers more lube onto his hand and slicks up his length.]

[recalcitrare]

I'm sure I could find something if I tried hard enough. [But he isn't terribly motivated to. He lowers himself onto his knees, ready to move to straddle Nathan again once he's finished.]

[timesbureaucrat]

[Nathan sniffs in disbelief and leans back on the floor like he was before. Knees bent, propped up on his elbows. Only this time he's fully naked with his erection jutting out and waiting.]

[recalcitrare]

[Zay doesn't waste any time straddling him, but he doesn't immediately lower himself onto Nathan's waiting cock. He hovers, far enough away Nathan won't be able to thrust up into him before he can stop him. He quirks his eyebrows up.] And here I am, without an apology. [God, does he want Nathan to fuck him. But he also wants to win.]

[timesbureaucrat]

[Nathan tries to thrust up anyways, even if he knows it's a hopeless cause.]

And again, the concept of promptitude seems to escape you.

[recalcitrare]

[Zay lifts his hips higher up to dodge him.] I'm making a point. [He is just barely not smirking.]

[timesbureaucrat]

[Nathan whines. He's achingly hard and so close to where he wants to be. Zay is an ass. God, he loves him.]

And what point would that be? That you enjoy provoking me?

[recalcitrare]

I do, but that's not the point. The point is that you've been unfairly impatient and you owe me an apology.

[timesbureaucrat]

Apologize?! [His voice is shrill. The gall of this man!

And yet...Nathan does want to get off some time this year.]

Fine. I'm sorry for expecting that we were actually going to fuck before the heat death of the universe caught up with us first.

[recalcitrare]

[Zay barely manages to keep from laughing when Nathan's voice jumps octaves, but he loses it at his "apology."] Yes, love, very convincing, [he says, still laughing, but he lowers himself down, properly in Nathan's reach -- but doesn't lower himself down just yet. If Nathan wants to, he could very well thrust up into him now -- and Zay would relish it, with how wound up he's gotten him.]

[timesbureaucrat]

[Nathan wants so much to thrust up again, but after everything he suspects a trick, Zay to move out of reach again.]

Does that mean we're going to get on with it now?

[recalcitrare]

Yes. Yes, it does. [Zay is still snickering. And he's still waiting for Nathan to make the move, despite -- or because of -- the games he's played so far.]

[timesbureaucrat]

[Does that mean...?

Nathan pushes his hips up and god he hopes that Zay means it. His balls are heavy and aching and he needs to come and he'd like to do it in Zay.]

[recalcitrare]

[Zay moves to meet him, one hand reaching down to steady Nathan's cock so he can press his entrance against the head. He barely manages to contain the soft sigh at the feel of it, and instead it comes out as a short puff of air through his mouth.]

[timesbureaucrat]

Oh...

[The soft noise is pulled out of him as Zay gets him right up against his entrance. So easy now to just...

He thrusts up into Zay, deep as he can go in the first push.]

[recalcitrare]

[Perfect. Zay's head tips forward, chin hitting his chest, and he lets out a low, loud groan. Yes. This is what he wanted. This is what he was hoping Nathan would do. Riling him up is always so worth it. So worth it. And now, the game is finally, completely over. He rolls his hips immediately, relishing in the singing it sets in his nerves.]

[timesbureaucrat]

[The roll of Zay's hips helps Nathan get even deeper and he starts thrusting hard and fast.]

About...

...bloody...

...time....

[recalcitrare]

[Fuck. Zay's eyes slide closed for a moment and he focuses on just the feeling, his breathing already coming just as hard and fast as Nathan's movements. ... but he can't not snark back, all the same.] Oh, you... loved every minute, [he pants.]

[timesbureaucrat]

[Nathan did love it, every teasing painful moment of it, but he can't tell Zay that.]

Minute?

[He tries to scoff but it comes out more like a gasp.]

It felt more like hours.

[He stops thrusting long enough to sit up and flip them over so Zay's on his back under him. Perfect position for pounding in. He snaps his hips back into motion.

He might as well use the strength and endurance the Buffout has given him.]

[recalcitrare]

[Zay is grinning and about to open his mouth to reply when Nathan rolls them, and then he has to focus on making sure he doesn't knock his head against the floor. And then Nathan is pounding into him and suddenly the conversation doesn't matter at all. He moans, even louder than before, his hands scrabbling at Nathan's back.] Fuck, Nate, Nate --