[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

[capcious]

I don't think there's enough space downtown, but we could probably put a field north of there, maybe up by County Crossing, y'know, thereabouts. [Her tone is overly casual on purpose, just exaggerated enough.]

[ersatzeverything]

Good location. Central.

[Ferran kicks off his shoes and pushes his trousers down and slithers out of them, too. Naked, he drops himself in Riley's lap, wraps his arms around his shoulders, and dives in for a sensuous kiss.

There's no actual baseball game to distract Zetta, just talk. And Ferran is determined to get her to look at him.]

[inhonorof]

[Oh. Riley had been expecting Ferran to go and squeeze himself between Zetta and Deacon, or something -- Not come to him. And now he has a very naked Ferran in his lap, kissing him like that, and he can't help but moan softly. ... he lost track of what Zetta and Deacon were saying in his surprise. He hears Zetta say,] We'll need to put another field further north, probably somewhere around Sanctuary. I wish we could feasibly put one farther south, but I'm not sure where we could find that would be both dry enough and safe enough.

[reformedcriminal]

[Look at him, look at him, look at him. He's naked and gorgeous and irresistible, look at him.

He trails kisses along Riley's jaw until he's well positioned to whisper in his ear.]

You don't mind that we have an audience, do you?

[An audience that isn't watching and should be. But the words aren't for Zetta and Deacon, they're for Riley.]

[inhonorof]

[Riley's breath hitches, and not for the first time, he thinks not fair -- He almost wishes it wasn't such an easy switch for them to flip. ... but only almost.] N... N -- N-No. [His hands are on Ferran's thighs, up near his hips, and he squeezes gently.]

[reformedcriminal]

Good.

[Ferran licks around the shell of Riley's ear before glancing back to Zetta and Deacon to see if they're paying attention yet.]

[capcious]

[A whine escapes Riley's throat, and it makes Zetta's lips twitch. She wants to tell Ferran that's cheating, using Riley to bait her, but doing so would mean losing, so she holds strong.] Uniforms are a must, too. I'm sure there are enough people who can put together designs. If not, I guess we could start up a fund for people to put into so we could commission Becky to put them together.

[ersatzeverything]

[Deacon darts his eyes to the side to glance at Ferran and Riley, glad that his shades hide the motion. Then glances again.]

Uh...yeah. Yeah, totally. Uniforms. Gotta have 'em.

[Focus, Deacon...]

If we gotta, we can start with something simple, like white shirts versus green shirts.

[Deacon glances again. Ferran is unbuttoning Riley's shirt now and kissing down his throat.]

[inhonorof]

Good point. Assign each team a color to begin with, until we sort out proper designs. [Zetta is grinning knowingly at Deacon, but still isn't looking herself. Riley is already panting, and he tilts his head over so far he's almost touching his ear to his shoulder to give Ferran access to his neck. His hands are now sliding slowly up and down Ferran's legs, relishing in the feel. He's hard, already so hard he's almost aching. He's too weak against Ferran.]

[reformedcriminal]

[Ferran slides his hands over Riley's chest, around to his back, smoothing over the planes of lean muscle. He needs Riley to make noise, he needs to put Riley on display as well as himself, make Zetta unable to ignore them. He dips his fingers under the waistband of Riley's trousers and formulates a plan.]

[inhonorof]

[Riley is pliable under Ferran's hands, arching up into his touch, breath stuttering as he starts to reach into his pants. But the only sound he makes at the moment is a soft,] Ah, [of anticipation.]

[reformedcriminal]

[Good, Riley is eager enough.

Ferran takes his hands out of Riley's pants and slides off his lap.

And onto his knees on the floor in front of him.]

[inhonorof]

[Ohgod. There's a soft whine in the back of Riley's throat just at the thought. Zetta is grinning uncontrollably, but still isn't looking. (But now, she has something like a plan hatching...)]

[reformedcriminal]

[Ferran palms Riley through the fabric of his trousers, sliding his hands up and down either side of his length.

Another glance back to see if this is having the desired effect.]

[inhonorof]

[Riley makes a quiet choked off noise, but Zetta just starts talking louder with her hands on her hips.]

[reformedcriminal]

[Well if Zetta's going to speak more loudly, that means that he'll need to get Riley to be louder, too.

It also means that Zetta has noticed and is responding, even if it's a response of pointedly refusing to respond.

Ferran plants his face in Riley's lap and starts mouthing him through the cloth.]

[inhonorof]

Oh god, [Riley whines out loud now, hands falling to Ferran's shoulders.] I... please...

[reformedcriminal]

[Just the kind of reaction he was hoping for. Let's see Zetta resist that.

He begins to unfasten Riley's trousers and slowly pull down the zip.]

Like this? [Ferran smirks.]

[capcious]

[Christ this is difficult. Zetta quirks her eyebrows up at Deacon and tilts her head slightly towards them. Should she look? Is it worth looking yet?]

[ersatzeverything]

[It takes a second for Deacon to notice Zetta's nonverbal question because he's too busy trying to sneak peeks out of the corner of his eye from behind his shades.

But when he notices, he nods vigorously. Because he can't openly look until she looks and he wants to look.

He's already half hard in his jeans just from stolen glances and the totally irresistible noises Riley makes.]

[capcious]

[Zetta very nearly laughs at him. Alright, alright, fine. But she doesn't just turn to look. She moves slowly, using her lightest footsteps to creep up behind Ferran. (And when she sees them, she's disappointed that Deacon was so eager, since Riley isn't even out of his pants yet, and both amused and proud of Ferran for working him up so fast so soon.)]

[reformedcriminal]

[Ferran is focused entirely on the task before him and doesn't hear Zetta approach. He undoes Riley's trousers and gently reaches into his underpants to grip his shaft and pull the waistband down low enough to fully expose him.

Even if Zetta doesn't look at him, at least he gets this as a consolation prize.]

[capcious]

[Ferran is either ignoring her now in return, or he hasn't noticed her. She decides to wait before making a further move. Unfortunately, Riley's eyes flick up to her, though his expression is adorable in his wide-eyed, lust-driven desperation. But it's just for a second, because then his focus returns full force to Ferran.] Oh, [he says feebly,] oh...

[reformedcriminal]

[Ferran glances back again to see if he's been successful yet and...

...holy shit Zetta is a lot closer than he'd realized.

He has only a second to decide what to do.

...

So he smirks smugly and turns his back on Zetta and slides his lips down over the head of Riley's cock.]

[capcious]

[Damn, Riley gave away the game. Ah, well. That brief moment of surprise on Ferran's face is more than worth it. And that smirk that follows just cements her decision on carrying through with her idea, anyway. Though she's still going to have to wait. Riley moans softly and his head drops back with a soft thunk against the back of the chair.]