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Commonwealth Coffee Chapter 7!
<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/18734320/chapters/69280866"><strong>Commonwealth Coffee</strong></a> (10766 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/ScorpioSkies">
The seventh chapter of my silly little coffee shop au is up if anyone wants just something fluffy and silly! :3c
Also Merry Christmas! I hope it’s a great end of the year for you! ♥
WIP Whenever!
I was tagged by the lovely @eluvisen, so here’s the beginning of a new fic I’ve started writing!
Tagging: @mars-colony @prezs @beckiboos @lothrilzul @solesurvivorkat @ryanstormarts @lookbluesoup @tarberrymentats @its-sixxers and anybody else who has a WIP they’d love to share! (Also as always no pressure guys you may have already been tagged! XD)
“How could you let this happen?” Danse demanded, glaring through the glass pod of the memory lounger to where Nora lay dreaming. She looked peaceful, the black and white screen depicting a scene of domestic bliss as she bustled around what he judged to be a pre-war kitchen. But he didn’t trust it.
He directed his glare across the room, to where Doctor Amari was typing away at her terminal. But it was Irma who answered, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “This isn’t an exact science, young man. The loungers have their risks, and your lady understands that better than most.”
Danse clenched his jaw, hands balling into fists as he returned his gaze to Nora.
As much as he was loath to admit it, Irma was right. He had been present the last time Nora had ventured into her past through Kellogg’s eyes. He had seen how it had devastated her, to have pulled the trigger on her own husband with Kellogg’s hand…
His shoulders slumped. It was little wonder then that she had left him behind for this venture. He would never have let her climb into the damn thing. If he’d had to throw her over his shoulders and carry her out, he would have done it.
WIP Wednesday (on a Thursday!)
I was tagged by the ever amazing @ariejul, so here’s a quick (literally) fluffy snippet from a fic called Sunset which won’t be published for a very long time, but I adore nonetheless! So have some Noranse and Honey!
Tagging (but no pressure!) @zacklover24 @lothrilzul @lookbluesoup @mars-colony @slothssassin and anybody else who would like to do it!
They heard the front door open and paused, breaking the kiss but still holding each other.
Then they heard the familiar heavy paws, claws clicking across the floorboards as Honey made her way inside. Danse cursed, pulling away to thunder down the stairs like he was on a mission. “Honey! Stop! Get away from those waffles!”
Despite the ruined moment Nora laughed, doing up the rest of the buttons before following him down the stairs. She arrived to witness a stalemate. Honey was occupying her usual place at the dining table, impatiently waving a paw at Danse and whining for the plate of waffles he was holding at the other end.
Nora’s smile widened when she saw his eyes flick down the now buttoned-up dress, brows drawing first in disappointment, then accusation when he turned to face the bear. He set the waffles in front of Nora when she sat, then relented when Honey waved both paws in a plea and rolled a mutfruit from the bowl to her end of the table.
“So,” Nora began. “What’s the order of business for today?”
“I believe you have a banquet to plan,” Danse replied, seating himself beside her. “On top of that, we need to take stock of our winter stores, set aside the surplus for trade, sort out the payroll and order in anything we don’t have.”
“And I don't suppose I'm too injured to help with that?” Nora smirked, eyes twinkling as she took a bite of waffle. She had to admit, Danse’s cooking had come a long way since she’d started training him in the kitchen.
“You can still hold a clipboard and count, can't you?”
“Well, I suppose I can’t have you dying of boredom partway through, so I’ll take some of the workload for ya.”
“Your selflessness is outstanding,” Danse said dryly, stealing a waffle from her plate.
Dreams
"C’mere,” Nora whispered, patting the jacket she had folded into a makeshift pillow on her lap. “I promise not to hurt you, or ruffle your hair too much. Maybe.”
Danse considered her in silence from where he lay upon his bedroll, his dark eyes shifting from hers to the stairwell. Not ten minutes before, MacCready had disappeared up the steps with barely a creak, sniper rifle slung over his shoulder and binoculars at his belt.
Danse trusted that no super mutants, ghouls or raiders would breach their defenses to interrupt an intimate moment between Nora and himself. Of the mercenary, he was less sure.
“We’ve got a couple hours or so before he returns,” Nora whispered, her eyes shining sapphires in the light of the lantern, warm with a mirth tempered by a tenderness that made him rise despite the protest of his muscles to follow her orders. He reflected that it was nice not to be the one giving them for once.
Not that he ever knew what to order in these intimate situations.
Attacking a mutant hive? Done. Repelling a hoard of ferals? Mission accomplished. Being open and casual and romantic...?
He was trying. God knew he wanted this, wanted her, and for both of them to be happy. But sometimes he tripped over the words, his mind addled by thoughts of how much he loved her and wanted to express it, and yet...
“You’re thinking too much.”
He blinked, his brows drawing together as he met her smiling gaze. He didn’t remember laying down, his head in her lap, yet there he was.
“You frown when you think,” Nora continued, her fingertips lightly stroking across the tell-tale creases on his forehead. “You also get that look in your eyes. But if you want to sleep, you’ve got to let your thoughts melt away with the tension.”
As she spoke, she repeated the motion, maintaining a light pressure as her fingers travelled from the centre of his forehead and down his temples.
“Close your eyes and relax,” she murmured. “We’re safe here.”
You’re never truly safe anywhere in the wasteland, Danse thought, but he obeyed her all the same. MacCready was on watch, their location was as secure as it was going to get and he had to admit, Nora’s touch was pleasant.
She repeated the motion, stroking across his forehead and down his temples a few times, before her fingers trailed down the line of his nose, and smoothed onto his cheeks.
Danse focused on her gentle touch, listening to the quiet that enveloped them. He focused upon his breathing, taking deep, slow breaths. The thoughts that had raced before were quieting now, focusing in a new direction.
Such as the way the candlelight gave Nora’s skin a warm glow. The way her lips would curve into a smirk and she’d tilt her head, eyes bright and warm and tender.
As her fingers rasped against his stubble, caressing his jaw, he thought back to a sunset they had witnessed from the Castle walls. The ocean shining, each wave crested in gold and the sky radiant with the last rays of the sun.
And Nora, his Nora, stepping closer so she was flush against him.
She’d reached up then to cup his jaw, and he’d found himself stroking his fingers through the dark locks of her hair, leaning down to press his lips to hers…
MacCready stifled a yawn as he crept back down the stairwell, his eyes prickling with exhaustion. Usually, Danse could be relied upon for punctuality. He’d expected him to stomp up the stairs half an hour ago, announcing his surly presence long before he arrived.
What he didn’t expect was to find Danse, the grumpy insomniac, fast asleep with his head in Nora’s lap. For the first time since MacCready had met him, the man looked relaxed. Hell, he even had a small smile playing about his lips.
Nora was also smiling, but awake. One of her hands gently combed the sleeping man’s hair, while with the other rose to press a finger to her lips.
MacCready huffed softly, wiping an arm across his eyes and leaning on the wall. He nodded at Danse.
“It’s time for sleeping beauty’s shift, y’know.”
“I was thinking of taking it, actually,” Nora whispered back.
“Then where were you half an hour ago, huh?”
“Here,” Nora whispered with a dreamy smile. “Didn’t want to wake him, y’know?”
“Well, one of you has to get up there. I’ve done my shift,” Mac yawned. “I need sleep to stay this pretty myself.”
“I’ll get to it,” Nora sighed. “The only thing is, I’ll have to wait for the feeling to come back into my legs.”
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Chapter Six is up, and Danse accompanies Nora to her first Fallout Fair!
Memory
The bear was in perfect condition, protected from the ravages of time by a secure storeroom and sealed packaging. The crinkle of plastic was deafening as Nora ripped it open with shaking hands, and then she was holding the softest, most perfect and unblemished thing she had ever found in the wasteland.
Her hands shook as she stared at it. The soft black fur, the golden eyes, the red ribbon about its neck held by an official Nuka-World pin.
$80.
The bear didn’t have a price tag -- too new and perfect to even have been priced. But she knew it, because Nate had seen the way she had looked at the bears when they had filled the shelves so long ago.
She’d been so charmed by them, she’d picked one up and carried it around the store as they’d looked at the rest of the over-priced merch and snacks.
“In the market for a new family member?” Nate joked, to which she’d snorted.
“Well, the bears are almost as expensive as children here.”
“You can’t put a price on a good memory you know,” Nate replied, slipping an arm about her waist.
“No, but that’s what I’ve got you for!” Nora winked, gently bumping him with her shoulder. “Besides, this memory is costing you enough. And if I’m hugging this bear,” she added, slipping it on a shelf as they passed. “How would I hug you?”
“Hm. Excellent point,” Nate grinned, planting a kiss on her hair. “You would be missing out on some good hugging.”
That evening, when they were snuggled together on the metro and Nora was dozing off with her head on Nathaniel’s chest, he’d reached into his messenger bag to produce a bundle wrapped in a bag.
“Here. This should help you sleep.”
The bear had held pride of place, switching between their bed and Nora’s nightstand. When Nate was away at war, and when he returned a broken alcoholic who was too afraid to sleep, the bear had been a treasured companion. A memory, like a dream of a better life...
“Hart?” A hand dropped on her shoulder and Nora gasped, jolting back into the storeroom. The shadows were blurred, and when she blinked hot tears splashed her hands.
She sniffled and turned, wrapping her arms around Danse’s waist and hiding her face in his chest. She felt the weight of his arms close around her, pulling her close.
So, there’s a point in Nara’s relationship (when Nora finds out that she’s pregnant) where they came extremely close to breaking up. Nate’s drinking was out of control, he was spending almost all of their money at the Speakeasy and neglecting Nora completely, along with being emotionally abusive because of his PTSD and survivor’s guilt from Anchorage.
I wrote a first draft of the little part and coz lately’s been rough for me, it makes it easier and a bit cathartic to write out painful situations for my characters sometimes. SO I went back to that draft, polished it up and...
Well, originally it was intended Nora drove away for a night deciding she’d return with an ultimatum the following day. But oh boy have I escalated it and tapped into her feelings and realised chances are she disappeared for longer than that (and gave him a real wake up call when she left her wedding ring on the table with the pregnancy test).
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A crossover fic I started writing because I wanted to see Danse in full plate fantasy armour, riding a horse. That is quite literally the entire reason I started writing this - and then ideas happened and it got out of control! (As always! 8D)
Fandom: Fallout 4, Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Paladin Danse/Female Sole Survivor, Female Sole Survivor/Male Dovahkiin, Female Sole Survivor/Male Sole Survivor Characters: Female Sole Survivor, Male Dovahkiin | Dragonborn, Paladin Danse, Arthur Maxson, Ulfric Stormcloak, Preston Garvey, Old Longfellow, Deacon, Curie, Sheogorath Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Violence, Crossover, Love Triangle, Sexual Content, Dragons, Daedra, Stormcloaks, Imperials, Thalmor, Torture, Imprisonment, Interrogation, non-consensual nudity, Parallel Universes, Werewolves, Child Death, Brotherhood of Steel - Freeform, The Minutemen - Freeform, The Institute (Fallout) Series: Part 1 of Dragon Sole Summary:
The Prydwen has disappeared from the sky, the Institute has fallen silent and the Commonwealth is plagued by new, mysterious beasts and freak radstorms that empty entire settlements. Without the guidance and assistance of her Brotherhood mentors, Nora Hart struggles to lead the Minutemen in defending the Commonwealth from these new threats.
After suffering an attack from one of the new monsters, she is struck down by a strange affliction - and then she encounters a black book that spirits her away to another universe.
A universe on the brink of a prophecy, where dragons have returned to the skies, the land of Skyrim is torn asunder by civil war and those thought dead live on in a different lifetime.
