An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Fallout 4, Fallout (Video Games)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: MacCready/Kira (OC), Robert Joseph MacCready/Original Female Character(s)
Characters: Robert Joseph MacCready, John Hancock (Fallout), Deacon (Fallout), Glory (Fallout), Desdemona (Fallout), Original Characters, Vault Dweller(s) (Fallout), Original Vault Dweller Character(s) (Fallout)
Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Action/Adventure, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Trauma, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Canon-Typical Violence, The Commonwealth (Fallout), Found Family, Trust Issues, Banter, reluctant allies to lovers, Overstimulation, Fallout Video Game References, The Railroad (Fallout), Goodneighbor (Fallout), Vault Experiments (Fallout), Dominant MacCready, Bossy MacCready, Eventual Smut, Protective MacCready, Autism Spectrum
Summary:
Kira never expected freedom to feel like dying.
One moment sheβs a Vault dweller fleeing the only home sheβs ever known; the next, sheβs alone in the wasteland with a mission she barely understands and no idea how to survive. The Commonwealth is cruel, loud, unpredictableβeverything she was never prepared for.
She just has to last long enough to come back and burn Vault 89 to the ground.
But when she stumbles into Goodneighbor, help comes in the form of a sarcastic, sharp-eyed hired gun who clearly wants nothing to do with her. MacCready is trouble with a rifle and already annoyed by her very existence. Sheβs weird. Sheβs naΓ―ve. She jumps at loud noises and flinches when people get too close - typical vaultie.
And yet⦠something about her makes him look twice.
As theyβre pulled from one firefight to the next, Kiraβs past refuses to stay buriedβand the Commonwealth learns there's a price on her head high enough to spark a hunting season.
Trust is optional. Survival is not.
And somewhere along the way, hating each other stops being the plan.
A slow-burn, trauma-informed adventure full of danger, tenderness, and the kind of intimacy only the wasteland can forge.