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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Intermission is over! 🎉 I'm back to posting weekly chapters of this beast of a fic. Chapter 20 of blue tape is now live on ao3.
2025 was a good year! ✨
I wrote a little less this year as I was working on my master's thesis, but fanfic is the outlet that keeps me from going insane in grad school, so expect more angst from me in 2026.
Masterlist of my works on AO3!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
stalemate, para bellum, quicksave, miles & miles away, how we learned to stop worrying and love the bomb, and quicksave: new game are complete.
I am currently posting my new fic, blue tape, every Monday.
Edit: I am also now posting an 8-chapter Deacon/SS fic called minotaur every Thursday!
A larger project is being written in the background, but will need to be completed before I begin posting. It's a beast, be patient, lol.
Intermission over! Back to my Monday posting schedule. Chapter 10 is live now.
Hancock studied Abigail’s face. The way she tensed at the mere mention of Arthur Maxson. He almost pitied her. How had that man stolen her heart, he wondered, when he didn’t seem to have one himself? He tilted his chin toward her. “Careful, doc. That Elder of yours? Trusting someone who carries a whole army on his shoulders can getcha hurt. It changes a man. Even the best ones.” Her glare sharpened.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/71538556/chapters/198333186
This is it. The final chapter of how we learned to stop worrying and love the bomb. Thank you to everyone who came along on this journey and a special shout out to @didyouknowviggobrokehistoe for inspiring this work. <3
Nora was back in Sanctuary Hills. She stood on that familiar hill overlooking the city, her hand shielding her eyes against the first brilliant, horrific flash of light that ended everything. The fireworks display that hadn’t celebrated anything but mutually assured destruction. The air had been warm that day, a breeze carrying the faint smell of autumn leaves, but that warmth had turned blistering as the shockwave rolled over the horizon. She remembered it all: the rumbling roar that drowned out the screams, the rush of heat stealing the air from her lungs, the raw, unfiltered terror. The Bomb. The end of everything.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/59063626/chapters/162333235
Chapter seven of blue tape is now live on Ao3.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
She folded her arms across her chest, more to keep her composure than from the chill. “Today?” she asked, arching a brow. “You picked a hell of a day for a vacation, Arthur.” He almost smiled. Just a flicker at the corner of his mouth. It softened something in his face that she hadn’t realized was always held taut. “It wasn’t the weather I was worried about,” he said quietly.
Chapter 23 of how we learned to stop worrying and love the bomb is now live on ao3!
Living for Nuka Cola was one thing. He couldn’t fault her for that. But as he glanced at Nora, her laughter still echoing faintly in his ears, he thought he’d found something better. Something worth holding onto in a world that seemed to take more than it ever gave. This bottle, though, was different. It wasn’t about memories or tributes. It was theirs—something they’d found together and saved together, for a moment that felt like it deserved to be marked. They’d tucked it away in his pack, both promising to only crack it open when the time was right. Looking at Nora now, her cheeks slightly flushed from the warmth of the room and her grin as wide as he’d ever seen it, Deacon knew there wouldn’t be a better time. After a day like this, a night like this, capping it off with the one thing they’d decided was worth saving? Yeah, he’d call that special.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/59063626/chapters/159547294
Moving to Las Vegas at the end of this month. ✨ This is my mood board for my future apartment, and I can't wait to hit up all the flea markets and thrift stores for googie & old Vegas excellence.