#f!ssxmaccready

[bugsiefanfic]

The road not taken

We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen. - D. H. LAWRENCE, Lady Chatterley’s Lover.

Chapter 16 - Hell or high water

MacCready recovers at the Homestead after the conflict with the Gunners. However, a letter from Molly sees him desperate to return with Duncan to the Commonwealth and to Sanctuary Hills.

Thankyou to my ever faithful Beta @thievinghippo

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[bugsieplusone]

I just have so many feels about these two, and I can’t leave them behind just yet - one more chapter to tie things up for their arc and then I can free myself to write Mass Effect stuff. Although you know, Mitch needs a fitting end to his story too. But anyway, have some reunion feels.

[daintykeith]

After a lot of work, here’s the finished version of Bluebird from Love Gun! And I’m so happy with the result (o゜▽゜)o☆ 

However I don’t feel like I’ll ever do justice to Bluebird’s tattoo.

She’s the most mysterious woman of the commonwealth, nobody knows her true name or her origins--only her height! 

Below I’ll leave the summary of Love Gun, a F!SSxMacCready story, if you’re interested in reading.

Summary: MacCready gets hired by one, if not the most mysterious woman of the Commonwealth.

No name, no talking. MacCready didn’t even know her name or voice but there were two things he could be certain about that peculiar job: he would be handsomely paid and that his boss carried a heavy past on her shoulders and hid it away in the depths of her heart.

MacCready had a policy of not making questions, but it wouldn’t be long until he would drown in a sea of questions.

Rating: M

And a friendly reminder, if you want to ask about Bluebird or MacCready in Love Gun, you can hit me with questions! My AMA will remain open for anything you want to ask.

Reblogs, kudos and feedback are always welcomed and please, do not repost! 

(pose and main reference by Taylor Lashae)

[bugsiefanfic]

The road not taken

We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen. - D. H. LAWRENCE, Lady Chatterley’s Lover.

Chapter 15 - Aftermath

After the fall of the Institute and with the support of settlers and friends, Molly recovers in Sanctuary Hills and prepares for the next phase of her life in the Wasteland, one without MacCready by her side.

Thankyou to my ever faithful Beta @thievinghippo 

Read on Ao3 (This chapter is a little longer than my usual standard, but it being the penultimate chapter I needed to tie up some loose ends before heading into the last one!)

 Read the whole thing from the start here!

[bugsiefanfic]

The road not taken

We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen. - D. H. LAWRENCE, Lady Chatterley’s Lover.

Chapter 14 - Wasteland Vignettes

A small interlude - After the fall of the Institute, various Wastelanders reflect on what's happened and the path ahead.

Thankyou to my ever faithful Beta @thievinghippo (and also to all those who prompted me for this chapter)

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Or read the whole thing from the start here!

[bugsiefanfic]

The road not taken

We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen. - D. H. LAWRENCE, Lady Chatterley’s Lover.

Chapter 13 - Dulce et decorum est

Molly and the Minutemen prepare to fightback when the Institute begin their retaliation for the actions at Graygarden Homestead. Before the big battle, she has time to reflect on her losses since leaving the vault, and the decisions that changed her life.

'Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori' is translated as 'It is sweet and proper to die for one's country'. In the context of this chapter-- the imagery of the battle within the Institue is heavily influenced by Wilfred Owens WW1 poem 'Dulce et decorum est' -- whereupon he showed us the horrific consequences of war. And as we all know by now, war never changes.

Thankyou to my ever faithful Beta @thievinghippo (and also to @venatohru and @solas-you-nerd for allowing me to sound out the trickier parts in this chapter)

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Or read the whole thing from the start here!

[bugsieplusone]

The road not taken

We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen. - D. H. LAWRENCE, Lady Chatterley’s Lover.

Chapter 12 - I love the smell of deathclaw dung in the morning

The Homesteaders return and prepare to take back their settlement from the Gunners. MacCready faces an old foe, and with it, the fight of his life.

Trigger warning: the end of this chapter has gore and physical violence.

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Or read the whole thing from the start here!

Thanks to the ever awesome @thievinghippo for the beta.

[bugsiefanfic]

The road not taken

We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen. - D. H. LAWRENCE, Lady Chatterley’s Lover.

Chapter 11 - Two steps forward, one step back

In a dramatic turn of events, Molly is left with a decision that changes the course she had so carefully laid out in her mind.

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Thanks to the ever awesome @thievinghippo for the beta.

[bugsiefanfic]

The road not taken

We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen. - D. H. LAWRENCE, Lady Chatterley’s Lover.

Chapter 10 - The Return of the Prodigal Mayor

The Homesteaders begin their journey to Little Lamplight, with MacCready hoping that once they arrive, their pleas for temporary shelter won't be dismissed.

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Thanks to the ever awesome @thievinghippo for the beta.

[bugsiefanfic]

The road not taken

We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen. - D. H. LAWRENCE, Lady Chatterley’s Lover.

Chapter 9 - Negotiations- Part 2

Molly's attempts at negotiating a deal with with the Brotherhood of Steel come to fruition, giving her the one thing that had eluded her in the Wasteland for some time-- a sense of control about her future. However, a trip back to The Institute changes everything.

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Thanks to the ever awesome @thievinghippo for the beta.

Also I’d like to thank synthgorillas for loaning me her OCs Doris Silva and Elaine Bryce for this chapter, I hope I’ve done them justice!

[daintykeith]

A quick sketch I did  of Bluebird and MacCready slowdancing scene that happens in chapter 7 The Song He Had Never Heard Before (Me & You) 

(Click for better quality)

Below I’ll leave the summary of Love Gun, a F!SSxMacCready story, if you’re interested in reading.

Reblogs, kudos and feedback are always welcomed and please, do not repost!

Summary: MacCready gets hired by one, if not the most mysterious woman of the Commonwealth.

No name, no talking. MacCready didn’t even know her name or voice but there were two things he could be certain about that peculiar job: he would be handsomely paid and that his boss carried a heavy past on her shoulders and hid it away in the depths of her heart.

MacCready had a policy of not making questions, but it wouldn’t be long until he would drown in a sea of questions.

Rating: M

And a friendly reminder, if you want to ask about Bluebird or MacCready in Love Gun, you can hit me with questions! My AMA will remain open for anything you want to ask.

(and friendly tagging: @theartofblossoming​ @savybaby666​ @missingskully​)

[bugsieplusone]

The road not taken

We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen. - D. H. LAWRENCE, Lady Chatterley’s Lover.

Chapter 8 - To hell in a handbasket

An unexpected encounter finds MacCready amid a crisis at the homestead, one that could lead to the settlement's revival or possibly it's demise.

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Thanks to the ever awesome @thievinghippo for the beta.

[bugsieplusone]

Feels like home

The spaces were small, most of the furnishings donated, a few he bartered for in exchange for animals he’d hunted. Some of the toys came from Big Town and from caravans stopping by. One room had a small table and two chairs, a kitchen bench with cupboards, but there was enough room for a couch.  The bedroom barely fitted two single beds and he'd toyed with the idea of just pushing them together as more often than not he'd wake to Duncan curled up against him. He'd made it as homely as he could, given that home decoration wasn't his strong suit. He'd found an old comic billboard, and hung it above the couch. Lanterns and candles served as light sources. The bookshelves were crammed with books, comics and toys. The books were Lucy’s, kept at Stephi and Abdul’s place and he never expected them to be returned, the comics passed around from kid to kid, as well as the occasional adult.  Just out of reach of curious hands were his guns and ammo. 

Since he returned, there was barely an evening that passed where he and Duncan didn't nestle on the couch and read before bed. After Duncan fell asleep, next to a teddy bear half his size, MacCready would sit outside and smoke, an occasional drink, write a letter, or talk with the other settlers, he and Joseph reliving past adventures.

The house was full and felt like a home. There was only one thing missing, and that could never be bought, bartered or donated to him. He’d often said he’d walk a hundred miles if there was a bunch of caps waiting at the end, but in this instance, it was four hundred miles and he’d do it all for a pair of grey blue eyes and a smile spreading across a freckled face.

(excerpt from ‘The Road not Taken’ Chapter 8 - unpublished)

[bugsiefanfic]

The road not taken

We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen. - D. H. LAWRENCE, Lady Chatterley’s Lover.

Chapter 7 - Negotiations - Part one

Molly takes the initiative and reignites an old skill set. Meanwhile a visit with Carrington puts her in denial.

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Thanks to the ever awesome @thievinghippo for the beta.

[bugsieplusone]

Okay pose mod, yeah fuck me up why don’t you.

[bugsieplusone]

Ae Fond Kiss

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;

Ae fareweel, alas, for ever!

Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,

Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee!

Who shall say that Fortune grieves him

While the star of hope she leaves him?

Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me,

Dark despair around benights me.

~ Robert Burns

MacCready leaves Sanctuary for the Capital Wasteland, perhaps never to return.

[pose mod courtesy of Dave’s poses]