#♘ ❛ᴡʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴀᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴊᴜꜱᴛɪꜰɪᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ?❜ / main verse

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[ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐓𝐇 ] My muse wraps yours in a warm blanket. / @beginagaiin non-sexual acts of affection meme status: always accepting ! !

♘ ― it was rare for a force of nature like the general, a woman most had come to know held an unwavering and commanding presence, to show any vulnerability even to those closest to her, but river was only human. that mask of hers was bound to break in front of someone, and in that moment that someone happened to be bobbie.

if it hadn't been for him, she was certain she would've been a pin cushion for a bunch of bullets. river often had a real bad habit of rushing in without a thought when someone's safety was on the line. saving the settler was pointless, really, because there was no way for her to reach them in time and she would've died for nothing.

she had acted on instinct, and that had nearly cost her life.

her body trembled, her hands even shook as she adjusted the blanket that he had placed over her shoulders, and with an uneasy smile and a quiet whisper she spoke,

❝ thanks for uh... havin' my back out there. guess i was in over my head. ❞

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♘ ― ❝ they didn’t, but nicky totally deserved ta’ be locked up, right? sure, sugar. whatever helps ya’ sleep better. ❞ pale azure eyes rolled in annoyance, the gesture carrying a half-hearted air as she pressed on. ❝ and for yer’ information it was my business. i needed the detective’s help. yer’ peoples had the detective. pretty simple. ❞

with a curious tilt of her head, the blonde turned, a half grin playing on her lips in response to his voiced gratitude, even if tinged with the label of “weird”. it hardly ranked among the worst things she'd been called. far from it. her grin widened at the ensuing question, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

that’s what he chose to focus on? cute.

❝ yeah, yeah. yer’ real pretty, darlin’. now can we go ‘fore we start attractin’ more than ghouls? i ain’t exactly itchin’ ta’ fight critters worse than that. ❞

"The detectives business with them was none of my buisness, and quite frankly none of yours. They didnt deserve what oyu did to them." But he'd had enough time alone, out in the wilds of the commonwealth that maybe he didn't believe that anymore.

Maybe he'd had time to think things through... Truth be told he didn't know. But now wasn't the time to think about that, truthfully he didn't know if he wanted to think about it.

It seemed today was a day of truths for him, and Steve Harrington wasn't sure he liked that idea.

The young man followed her, she seemed to be his only way out of here...ironic since he had lured her here to kill her. The idiot hadn't even checked for Ghouls, what if they had fought and he'd won? Then Ghouls would have torn him apart.

"Thanks weirdo." Steve muttered, putting his bat on his shoulder and stepping forward. The words were said with little to no malice.

"So you do think I'm pretty?"

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plotted main verse starter kellogg situation go brrr @o-rusted-heart

♘ ― the one thing she could recall about the first incident is that it felt like sleeping, as if she had not been conscious in her body at all. she woke up to the screaming, a knife in her hand, and a wounded ally look at her in horror as if she were the enemy they had been fighting just days prior. river had hoped anchorage was the last time she would ever have to feel like she had no control over herself, but the commonwealth she had once called home was now an unpredictable place.

she could at least recall the first punch she landed, the initial rage that filled her veins like a vile, stinging venom making her blood run cold the moment her sister's name left his mouth. it was as if she blinked and once she opened her eyes, she was right back where it all started. river could hear someone calling her name, hands frantically pulling her back from something as she struggled fiercely against their hold.

had he not snapped her out of her trance, she was certain she would have turned on him too. the guilt of that alone settled deep and heavy in the pit of her stomach when she stared at the scene before her. the mercenary had been reduced to a gory mess, barely even recognizable and the evidence of what she had done was painted across her clothing like a canvas.

❝ nick did... did i? i hurt you didn't i? ❞ her voice was barely audible, coming out in nothing but a quivering whisper. she felt the familiar stinging of her eyes and the burning of bile in the back of her throat that she had force down as tears began pooling and threatening to spill over. ❝ oh― oh my god. f-fuck. jesus fucking christ. ❞ she looked at her powerfist, eyes widening as she began trying to take it off amidst her panic.

it hit the floor with a thud, loud enough to make her flinch and she stumbled back away from her companion's hand as if every touch burned against her skin. it wasn't until her back hit one of the rusted old desks that she stopped and a shaky breath escaped from her bruised, trembling lips. her hands desperately rubbed at the crimson fluid covering her arms to try and get it off, but it only smeared against her pale skin like a stain and caused her more panic.

❝ i did it again. i'm so s-sorry. ❞ all she could so was mutter apologies, her breathing quickening and becoming no less calm as she couldn't tear her eyes from what she had done.

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"General... River." Genesis corrected himself after a few moments, giving her a look that said far more than words would allow him to. In the dim light his azure eyes seemed to practically glow. "This... isn't just a job anymore."

The mercenary wouldn't deny it, since travelling with River he'd been getting closer to her, far more than he would for any other person who'd hired him for a job. A risk, the Phoenix of the Commonwealth was a wanted man by many groups, and the General had enemies of her own that would strive to tear them apart. But the thought of being away from her was too much for him to bear.

"Forget the contract. You don't have to pay me to keep me hired." Without any hesitation he leaned in to press a kiss to her jawline, one hand rubbing her side. "We're sticking together for good from now on." As if to seal the deal he leaned in to press his lips to hers in a hungry kiss, his arm now snaking around her waist as if to hold her there.

After a while he parted, meeting her gaze once more. "No matter what comes our way, I'm with you until the end." / @poeticphoenix unprompted ask visits status: always always accepting gimme !

(also maxie I'm so sorry this is so old but I'm answering it anyway ily)

♘ ― his words initially caused a look of concern and confusion amongst her features, her eyes studying him as if to find some sign that he was joking with her.

was he breaking the contract?

had it all finally become far too much for him? river would never have blamed him for such... sometimes she felt as if even she was in over her head, yet the very words spilling from his lips caused an ache in her chest that she tried to ignore.

she shut her eyes, a shaky breath escaping as she braced herself to hear the words... but they never came. instead, she felt his lips pressed against her skin and his hand delicately grasping her waist. it was almost overwhelming, the sensation causing her heart to hammer wildly inside of her chest.

a soft grin graced her lips. how did a simple contract turn out like this? the question barely lingered in her mind because the feeling of his lips against hers erased all coherent thought and any tease or playful quip she had prepared died on her tongue.

when he pulled away the only response she could manage at first was a relieved, breathless laugh.

❝ you... hah. goddammit, you really are somethin' else, genesis. ❞ her eyes held nothing but adoration for him in that moment.

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♘ ― the ex-pilot nodded, her arms slipping back to her sides as she took a step back from him. her head turned in a poor attempt at trying to avoid the sight of her violent outburst and her frown deepened. she looked almost pained to look at it, stepping carefully around his remains to lead the way towards the exit door.

she made quick work with of the terminal even with her shaky hands as she was simply just thankful for their escape of the facility to take a deep, shuddering breath of fresh somewhat fresh air and relish in the relief of having her loyal canine companion back at her side. river took a moment, leaning her forearms against the railing of the building as she turned her head to thank him for his comfort, but was promptly cut off by a loud, booming voice and the whirring of engines above them.

our intentions are peaceful. that had been one of the only parts she caught, nose scrunching in displeasure at the rather loud announcement of their presence. her head turned towards the defective, one brow raised curiously as if he would hold some sort of answer to what they were witnessing.

❝ you’re gettin’ that right? usually big exercises ‘a power like that ain’t usually followed by peaceful intentions. ❞

especially if it meant they would get in the way of her finding edith. she only hoped they’d steer clear of her as much as she would them. besides, she'd rather not have another blackout and something told her they were a group that could easily trigger one.

This was a part of the job that few people truly trusted him with, but Nick would be lying if he said it wasn't somehow the most fulfilling part of it. Comfort, human connection, trust.

and by God, was he desperate for that connection. Lonely, really.

So the old synth held her close and tight as she cried into his shirt, selfishly relishing the fact that he was allowed so close in such a bleak moment. It wasn't until River spoke that he looked down to the top of her head. Metal fingers sat like a spiderweb in white hair. "No it won't," he answered in a low rumble, a tinny sound of old speakers in his throat.

"I've been at this for a while, doll. I know how to get blood outta fabric pretty well at this point..." his metal hand slid back in a gentle pet down her hair.

"...We should get out of here. You need some fresh air."

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@poeticphoenix continued from here

♘ ― her gaze blurred, breaths grew short and shallow, the struggle to remain alert intensified as blood loss overwhelmed her. his unwavering determination about not leaving her drew a bitter laugh, the taste of metal heavy on her tongue. a well-aimed bullet, an unexpected end she hadn't imagined. she had hoped for a more intriguing demise– a deathclaw, perhaps a betrayal– but a raider?

god. the universe didn’t seem to be fond enough of her to offer the mercy of a more heroic ending, a sentiment that lingered since she emerged from the ice box, everything she ever held dear lost to time.

❝ survival ‘a the fittest, darlin’, ❞ river wheezed out, her hand holding the old, tattered cotton shirt against her wound. ❝ if ya’ stay ‘ere while ‘m good as dead, ‘yer wastin’ ‘yer time. i ain’t worth that trouble, genesis. ❞ she didn’t have the energy to argue more than that, her eyelids growing heavier by the minute.

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@poeticphoenix Send 🖼️ and I’ll make a moodboard of our muses’ relationship status: no longer accepting !

10 years later (/j but gd I took a while) but I finally got to this one. Tried to play off the whole fire and ice thing a little bit considering River being in an icebox cryostasis and Genesis being the Phoenix on the Commonwealth askdjsa. I don't think I've ever been too good at these but it was fun to make LMAO.

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[ straddle ] sender guides the receiver over and coaxes them fully onto their lap // have a flirty fiery merc man uwu / @poeticphoenix prompts for the romance of hands & touch meme status: accepting ! !

♘ ― her lips curved into a smile, blue hues narrowing at him playfully. she wasn't sure what to expect when he took her hand, but it definitely wasn't that. though, she wouldn't complain. instead, she wordlessly allowed herself to be pulled onto his lap, her grin never fading as she searched his expression curiously. it'd be a lie to say it wasn't comfortable. it was a stark contrast from the chilly night breeze of the wasteland and a nice change from the constant fighting to stay alive.

she planted both of her hands against his chest, and though it seemed like she had done it to create distance between the two, that would quickly be disproven as she leaned in close to whisper to him.

❝ careful there, sugar. i might get the wrong idea. ❞

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“ people like to tell stories. ” (from lakota) / @uncxntrxllable from old ask tag

♘ ― ❝ does that mean the rumors about ya' are exaggerated then? ❞

the pale woman tilted her head to the side and although she looks rather confused, there is a spark of amusement in her narrowed eyes. river had seen plenty of strange creatures in the wasteland, but lakota was... an interesting case. she had heard several reports of an aggressive creature, but aggressive so far wasn't the word she would immediately use. though, she did keep her hand resting close to her holster just in case.

❝ people seem to think you're dangerous. ❞

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Anonymous thoughts: “Potential asset. Potential threat. Potential technological breakthrough. Maintain hold on capture/kill orders until situation develops further.”

// anon anonymously send me something your muse is secretly thinking about mine. status: accepting ! //

♘ ― ❝ potential asset, huh? if you already see me as a threat, then you'd be smart to continue doing so. as for technological... ain't nothin' tech 'bout me. not sure what makes ya' think i'd be useful for that. hope ya' have fun though. anyone else that tried capturin' and killin' me wound up dead. ❞

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"River? Can I just have a few moments with you to myself?" Genesis wouldn't give her chance to answer as he pulled her into the little room in the back of the building of the Phoenix's Fire mercenary company, which was his own room with a simple bed and desk in it.

"I don't think I can be apart from you any longer." He briefly pressed a kiss to her lips, holding her close to him. "My protection is no longer dependent on whatever contract we had before. Any supplies you spare will just be a bonus."

The mercenary kissed her again, pressing himself as close to her as he could. "But... there is something I want to bring up with you." His hand reached to cup her chin, a thumb stroking over her cheekbone. "One of my contacts in the company has a lead on the headquarters of the tin can people. I'm thinking of going in and burning them down. How about you come with me and we call it a date?" / @poeticphoenix unprompted ask visits status: always accepting !

♘ ― there was no protest, but it wasn't for the lack of trying. her mouth opened, brows furrowing as she tried to process his sudden interruption, but the moment she felt his lips against hers every word died on her tongue and a smile replaced her confusion. at that point, it had already become a habit to give into the comforts of his affection.

but, the moment she heard his declaration, her eyes widened owlishly in surprise and her words were once again silenced. all she could do was listen when he pulled away, a breathless laugh escaping her at his more than endearing confession. perhaps it had been foolish of her to think he didn't return her feelings. she had thought herself to be too hopeful and to hear the words from him that she had longed to hear felt as if it had lifted a weight from her shoulders.

❝ well ain't you just so romantic. ❞ she jests, laughter still bubbling in her chest at the fact he wanted to call it a date. usually people hadn't exactly found warfare to be good for an activity like that, but she understood the implications of it. to finally end whatever threatened more war hovered over her head due to her allying with the railroad and sympathizing with the remaining synths.

one less thing to worry about. who could ask for a greater show of care?

❝ ya' sure you'd wanna be caught in my mess, darlin'? ❞

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plotted fallout starter @talesfromthevoiid / steve

♘ ― click. the sound echoed in the empty vault, the barrel of a gun touching the back of the albino woman's head. the corners of her lips twitched, an awfully smug smirk appearing on her face for someone in a vulnerable position. the general knew from the moment she had read the letter requesting her aid that it was likely a set up. there was no doubt about it with the location the other party had requested, but her curiosity was peaked. surely during the first round not everyone had gotten taken out, especially if there were more men in other parts of the vault.

❝ guessin' i missed one, shame ain't it? stuff always comes back ta' bite ya' in the ass when ya' don't tie up loose ends. ❞ those words were an odd, almost sick bitter joke to herself. she could recall kellogg saying something similar about leaving her alive in his memories and it would have made her laugh it weren't for the situation at hand.

she kept her hands up, slowly turning to face him and leaning her forehead against the cool metal of the weapon pointed at her. pale blues flickered up to meet his gaze, a playful yet malicious look in them as if she were daring him to pull the trigger.

❝ yer' not the first person to want me dead and ya' won't be the last. i got plenty wantin' my head delivered on a silver platter. so go ahead. if yer' just like the rest 'a those vultures. ❞

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@that-kid-from-vault-101 continued from here

♘ ― a thoughtful hum would be her only response at first, her pale blues not once tearing from the scene in the distance. it was an odd thing to say, she couldn't deny that, but to her it was possible that the two leaders had more in common than she first thought. and river never really was good at keeping her thoughts to herself.

accepting his offer so far hadn't been a bad idea as well. while the young woman had been so quick to judge during their arrival, seeing what they could do for the commonwealth and what they wanted to do in order to help humanity survive gave her a new perspective. something that preston suggested. 'we can never have too many allies.' she could almost hear his voice clear as day, causing the corners of her lips to twitch as she tried to withhold smiling to herself. truthfully, the general had heard plenty of things about the elder himself, but prying his past out of anyone had proven to be rather difficult. not that she had been purposefully trying.

being overly curious was just something that came naturally to her. which usually didn't bear too many consequences, that is, until it did. rarely anyone would point out the wedding ring. something she grew thankful for with how painful it could be to relieve the memories of that day, but she couldn't blame him when she had been trying to learn more about him herself.

❝ it was my mom. even after pops died she never did take it off. if there was ever a more accurate display of true love, i'd say it was them. ❞ she lifted her dog tags, a second wedding band dangling from it. it was her fathers, but instead of voicing it she hoped the implication spoke for her as she released the chain and leaned forward to rest her weight on the railing in front of them.

❝ as for those 'rumors'... they're correct. i'm around two hundred and thirty six years old. ice does wonders for the skin apparently. ❞ she jested in hopes of easing a particularly grim topic, but even she knew jokes could only do so much for it.

❝ cryostasis. ❞ river finally said, a grimace briefly flashing on her features and her knuckles turning white from her grip on the metal supporting her.

❝ they wanted to study the long term effects. on unaware subjects. they told us they were decontamination pods. i thought after a few minutes i'd be reunited with my mom and my baby sister. instead, i watched ma get shot and edith... ❞ is the leader of the institute. the words were lodged in her throat and felt almost suffocating, but she swallowed them down. she'd rather not have anyone questioning whether she could do what needed to be done when the time came. ❝ taken. ❞

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Jax plops on the bed, lying sideways, looking at her. "So...what are we doing tonight? Don't tell me you're not bored.. I mean, this settlement is a bit too.. original." / @brokenreality--x unprompted askbox visit always accepting ! !

♘ ― unoriginal? all of the settlements were unoriginal. though, she wouldn't dare say that out loud considering her men put in more than enough effort just to ensure that they functioned correctly. they were meant for surviving not having fun, which sadly didn't go hand in hand very often in their situation.

she looked up at him from the floor where she sat, back against the wall and her head leaned back as her body language gave away her own boredom all too easily.

but really, what was there to do for fun in a post-apocalyptic wasteland besides running head-first into imminent danger?

❝ well, yer' usually full 'a big ideas considerin' how often yer' gettin' inta' trouble. so what are we doin' tonight? ❞ she wasn't actually expecting him to answer, especially when she had so much on her list to do in terms of chasing down her sister, but she wasn't opposed to doing something to destress for a change.

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✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder (from rex) / @uncxntrxllable old ask tag meme status: always accepting ! !

♘ ― the small, playful act would've been one thing if rex had been a human, but the fact that he was a dragon standing much larger than even a deathclaw before river when he did it was enough to send the general flying and even tumbling amongst the ground.

the poor woman only let out a groan at first, but as concerning as it may have looked the response she gave showed she was perfectly fine at least.

❝ as awesome as your strength is, sugar, let's not do that again. ❞

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🐺 Growl at my muse (from miso) / @uncxntrxllable old ask tag hi brittany ilysm meme status: always accepting ! !

♘ ― a pale hand that was once attempting to pet the canine quickly retracted, the woman obviously startled by the sudden sound. 'of course.' she thought to herself, 'why would it have been that easy?' her hands moved to her hips, pale blues glaring down at the dog as if she was a mother chastizing a troublesome child.

❝ ya' know i can't help ya' if ya' don't let me. ya' want me ta' throw the food towards ya' or somethin'? here i thought we were gainin' some level of trust. ❞ she pressed her lips into a thin line, the animal left under the intense scrutiny of her gaze until she finally conceded.

❝ okay fine. what if i just leave it here and take a few steps back? ❞