current obsession

Made another one. Oops.

I'm thinking about renaming the horse Peach, instead of Cherry. It fits better considering her colouring, but then again Cherry is funny precisely because it doesn't fit. But idk, gotta think.

Maybe Coop would be all in favour of ridiculous names - Dogmeat, Roosevelt, Sugarfoot - so he would go for Cherry. But Lucy would be like: no way, that's a Peach, if I ever seen one.

chapter four: "it's about to blow"

4 of 4 chapters | 12.1k words | rated E |

post season one | alternating/dual POV |

mutual pining | misunderstandings | confessions |

Current project:

Snapshots of a World on Fire

Grad student Lucy MacLean meets a charming older man in a bar after getting stood up, then reluctantly accepts a dangerous assignment from an old family friend. Both decisions will shape her life for the next two hundred and twenty years.

(This story was supposed to be like 20 chapters 😅 but I seem to be incapable of that.)

Walk The Line - Chapter 3. Great Balls of Fire

I laughed at love 'cause I thought it was funny You came along and you moved me, honey I've changed my mind, this love is fine Goodness gracious, great balls of fire

Two hundred years after the bombs dropped, Lucy MacClean lives on Shady Sands Ranch with former vault dwellers and bomb survivors. The world is healing, slowly but surely. It's up to her to become an active contributor to the well-being of her community.

When she's picked for the marriage lottery, it's met with nervousness and pride... Until the lottery ball is interrupted by The Wasteland Gang; a group of bandits run by a man only known as The Ghoul, who has problems with her father. Problems that date back to even before she was born...

To protect her family, Lucy volunteers to be a hostage to the Ghoul and his men, much to her family's horror and father's anger... But the Ghoul accepts and now Lucy is thrust into the sadistic hands of an outlaw and his world

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Post S-2, Lucy heads out after The Ghoul, leaving behind everything in Vegas for the mere chance he maybe wants her back, and the opportunity to do The Right Thing for the man who saved her from her father.

Gave her up, sure, but she’d felt regret in the flex of those fingers against her back. She’d seen sorrow in his face. And as a mysterious voice led her and Max down into the bowels of the facility, she knew why.

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There were eyes in the window.

Impossible to miss against the darkness of the desert, the unending, impenetrable darkness. Large, wide-set, housed within an enormous face.

A face she could only see the vague outline of.

A face that haunted her nightmares, before the endless slew of battles against Legion gave her mind new terrors to recall. A horror created by the pure fear on The Ghoul's face, a man she'd seen snort at all manner of situations and enemies.

Her pipboy deactivated, inactivity rendering it's lights moot, and the face vanished with it. It was still there, though. It had to be. It wouldn't just leave, not when she was so close, not when she was…

Trapped.

There was a door at the front of the bus, the one she'd come through, but that was it - the windows were mostly intact, some sort of plastic rather than glass, nothing she could get through. Not easily, anyway, unless she got to one of the ones that were missing, but…

Which had been missing?

The storm clouds blocked out the meagre light from the moon, and she was far out enough that there were no nearby lights. With her pipboy off, she was blind. Utterly, absolutely blind.

She had to turn it on.