#fallout 3 fics

[callmewisteria]

We Know The Price We Pay

What do you do when you have no choice but to leave the place you called your safe haven, your home? Desperate for answers, needing to know where her father went and why, after being saved from death by the woman she loves and never wanted to leave, all Annette Davis knows is she's alone and her father disappeared. When she finds the woman who knew him best soon after leaving, she becomes faced with a painful choice: give up her freedom to the Brotherhood so they can find her father or continue to wander aimlessly and hopelessly. But, not even in her worst nightmares, could she have imagined what the consequences of giving up her freedom to the Brotherhood would mean, or what she would go on to lose as a war rages on, a war to try and save the people of the former US Capital from the tyrannical Enclave.

Chapters Published –

23. August. 2277 – James Matthew Davis, AO3 I ff.net I wattpad 31. August. 2277 – Madison Brianne Li, AO3 I ff.net I wattpad 7. September. 2277 – Annette Christine Davis, AO3 I ff.net I wattpad 12. September. 2277 – Sarah Jeannette Lyons, AO3 I ff.net I wattpad 19. September. 2277 – Hadley Anne Branson, AO3 I ff.net I wattpad 27. September. 2277 – James Matthew Davis, AO3 I ff.net I wattpad 1. October. 2277 – Madison Brianne Li, AO3 I ff.net I wattpad 5. October. 2277 – Annette Christine Davis, AO3 I ff.net I wattpad 7. October. 2277 – Sarah Jeannette Lyons, AO3 I ff.net I wattpad 10. October. 2277 – Adam Jackson Harkness, AO3 I ff.net I wattpad

Now the first ten chapters are live and all six POVs are up, I'm finally sharing my Fallout 3 fic in my series of Fallout fics called It Began On October 23rd, 2077! We Know The Price We Pay is an alternating, first person POV fic, told from the perspective of James, Dr. Li, the Lone Wanderer, Sarah Lyons, Harkness, and a wife of a Brotherhood Of Steel Knight Seargent. The description of the fic, as well as the first ten chapters, are listed below! This fic also connects to but is not dependent on the other fics in the series, including At The Precipice Of Something New! Like all my Fallout fics, you can read it on AO3, ff.net, and/or wattpad!

[sirmanmister]

MacCready not beating the generational trauma allegations 😔😔😔

[submissivekillers]

kinktober day 3 - public sex (john hancock)

very mild cw on this one for mention of needles/injection near the end, in the context of radaway use

It was never out of the ordinary to see John Hancock out on the balcony of the Old State House — at least for residents of Goodneighbor, who’d had plenty of time to get used to the sight of a ghoul in colonial garb getting stoned out of his mind. 

Especially on a cool, clear night like this - almost unreasonably pleasant for an evening in the nuclear wasteland - the citizens who hadn’t flocked to the Third Rail weren’t surprised to see their Mayor perched on the landing over their heads, elbows braced on the flag-draped railing and the cherry of a lit cig glowing amidst the street lamps. Some raised a hand or shouted in greeting as they passed, while others lingered, exchanging pleasantries or giving reports from the Neighborhood Watch. 

If Hancock’s answers came delayed, his voice notably quavering, no one thought much of it. And from their vantage point on the ground, no one could see how his hands gripped the rail, so tight that his knuckles would have been white beneath the radiation-damaged skin. 

All the better for you. 

“Shit, sunshine.”

Hancock hissed, barely audible. His thighs were shaking, the lean muscle flexing beneath your fingertips. You hummed, swallowing with an audible gulp, and heard the railing behind your head creak worryingly. 

Pulling off his cock with a sleazy gasp, you replaced your lips with a loose fist, clicking your tongue at John in mocking disapproval. “Careful baby, this is a historic building, remember?” 

“I’m gonna be history if you don’t stop teasing me, sweetheart,” he wheezed, hips twitching into your hand when you pressed your thumb into the dripping slit at his cockhead. You rolled your eyes fondly and chased the pump of your hand with a long, languid swipe of your tongue, flicking at the deepest ridge of his textured skin that you knew would make him whine around his cigarette. One of his hands released the rail and found its way to your hair instead, curling into a loose fist at your nape. 

You drew back and swiped at your mouth, cleaning some of the drool and come that had accumulated on your chin. “Okay, just try not to be too loud — mmph.”

In the same movement, his fist tugged your hair back and his hips pitched forward, sheathing himself in your open mouth. You whined through your nose as Hancock pressed deeper, bullying his way into your throat with little pumps of his hips. He paused, your throat tight and hot around him; you could feel him leaking steadily into you, the taste of his cum vaguely metallic on the back of your tongue. When he pulled out, a thick, glistening strand connected your mouth to his tip. 

“Deeper, baby,” you slurred, saliva dripping from your swollen lips.  “Don’t wanna waste a drop.”   

“Sunshine—” He rasped, and that was the only warning you got before he slid back into your throat in one smooth slide. Your nose pressed into his rough skin, the short, whimpering breaths you managed to huff through your nose heady with his scent, and your eyes fluttered shut as you let out a final groan around him. That was enough — Hancock came with a curse down your throat, one, two, three pulses before he pulled you back and let the rest trickle onto your outstretched tongue. You shivered, your head light and thighs wet. 

“Jesus,” you croaked, swaying as you rose unsteadily before he caught you by the waist, “You were a little backed up, huh?” 

“Your fault, leaving me behind so long,” he growled, hands sliding down your hips to give your ass a squeeze. You smiled, swiping the last drops of cum from your chin with your thumb and sucking it into your mouth. A low groan rumbled through him as he watched you, fingers flexing tighter against you. “You’re gonna kill me one of these days.” 

You grinned. “But what a way to go, right?” 

His answering chuckle was muffled into your mouth as he leaned in to kiss you, wrapping an arm around your waist and guiding you through the door into the State House. “We should, uh, probably get some RadAway in you.”  

“Way ahead of you.” A familiar voice drifted from Hancock’s quarters. 

You locked eyes with John and laughed, a flush rising to your cheeks. Nick was lounging on one of the couches in his shirtsleeves, a prepped IV of Radaway beside him. He glanced up from the files in his hands when you stumbled through the door, a playful gleam in his yellow eyes.

“Sorry, Nick,” Hancock drawled, not sounding particularly sorry at all. “Hope ya didn’t wait long.” 

Nick scoffed, automatically reaching out to hold your waist as Hancock guided you to a comfortable seat, slumping on the armrest beside him. “Should’ve known better than to leave you two alone for ten minutes.” 

“Hey, at least nothing’s on fire this time.” 

The grey skin of his brow ridge quirked, his gentle hands holding your arm steady as Hancock slid the needle into the crook of your elbow. “Small miracles, I suppose.”  

You laughed again, then cut yourself off with a grimace as the RadAway started to take effect — it always gave you a killer headache, a pulsing in your temples making you wince and shut your eyes against the bright lights in Hancock’s quarters. Without waiting for your word, John was already up and moving to hit the lights, replacing the glare of the ceiling light with the dim glow of a table lamp you’d scrounged from Sanctuary (he’d teased you, as they all did, for picking up everything electronic that you could get your hands on, but had accepted the gift with pleasure all the same.) 

Nick’s hand on your chin, the cool plastic of a water bottle raised to your lips. You took a few eager gulps, then let yourself recline on the armrest again, breathing slowly.  

“John,” you called as his footsteps drew nearer. His palm cupped your cheek, warm and rough against your skin, and you nuzzled into the touch. “How d’you think we should apologize to Nick for making him wait?” 

A gravelly chuckle as he moved around you, then the cushions shifting beneath you, a soft grunt from Nick and the sound of a folder scattering on the floor. “I got a few ideas, sunshine.” 

“Get started without me, won’t you?” You sighed, blinking in the dim as you watched Hancock settle in Nick’s lap.  “I’ll just enjoy the show for a bit.”  

Nick chuckled, exasperated, but tilted his head all the same as Hancock bent to mouth at the ragged skin of his throat. “Don’t you two ever turn off?” 

“What, with you and sunshine? Never.”

[radroachmeat]

Girls who kill people together 💜

[that-wildwolf]

The success of Fo:E baffles me so much, in such a good way. It's a crossover fanfic, which is already a handicap, of two things that don't really seem to go together. It's over 620K words. 90% of the characters are OCs, including all the main characters. It's written in first person. It's explicit and adult but has no smut. If it was written now, I doubt people would read it. And yet it's overwhelmingly popular to the point that this fanfic has a fandom of its own, majorly separate from both of the original fandoms. I know people who aren't into MLP and love Fo:E. I know people who aren't into Fallout and love Fo:E. people love that fic. it has its own wikipedia page. there are several majorly popular fanfics of that fanfic. It has defied all odds and all logic in what becomes popular in fandom spaces and im so insane about it. fallout equestria gives me hope.

[nukacoola]

Omfg I know I’m shouting into the void but every Fallout fan needs to read the journals of the Railroad leaders from P.A.M.’s mainframe terminal. There’s that huge theory that Deacon is the lone wanderer but he was actively, documentedly, doing stuff in the Commonwealth before, during, and after Fo3’s events jfc. I feel like I’ve uncovered sacred texts with untold secrets but they are fully available both in game and online.

The timeline does match up for Pinkerton in Rivet City to be Pinky from the Commonwealth Railroad tho which I fully believe.

[acapelladitty]

Errand Boy (Charon x Reader)

Summary - After working together for a while, you finally take the plunge and take a rough ride on your 7ft ghoulish bodyguard.

(tw: size difference, size kink, swearing, rough handling, piv sex, rough sex, creampie, bruising, riding, orgasm)

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Link to AO3

Knees pressing into the cheap mattress as they clamp around his thick hips, you shiver in place as you grind your cunt into his groin, the hairless area covered in delightfully textured skin which feels wonderful against your throbbing cunt. He's like a mattress itself as he lays beneath you, his massive height allowing him to fill the space without effort and you feel deliciously small as you rub yourself against him like a bitch in heat.

"And you promise me you want this?" You gasp out, hands splaying across his broad chest and marvelling at just how tiny your digits look against the wide expanse of his pitted skin. He's hotter than hell and the curves of his exposed muscles, marred by erratic scarring, feel strange agains your palms. "Not because of the contract, but because you want this."

"I'm nobody's errand boy and I'm nobody's whore." Charon growls and you can tell he's irritated by the scowl which darkens his sunken gaze. "You think you could make me fuck you if I didn't want to?"

"No, but-"

"Then shut up and let me fuck you."

Pleased by the reassurance, you surrender yourself to him and shudder as he gathers your arms behind you and holds them in place with one hand as he loops his fingers around both of your wrists. His free hand comes to rest on your hips and you can feel how much of your skin his palm covers, the sheer scale of him making your mouth dry as hell.

Your ass on his lower stomach, he uses his grip of your arms to lean you forward, exposing your cunt to his cock as he let's go of your hips long enough to grip himself in hand and start to brush his cock along your aching sex. He's huge and the feel of his thick cockhead pressing along your slit makes an absurd bubble of nervous laughter shake your chest a little.

"Fuck, Charon. I don't know if that's going to fit."

"It'll fit." Is the only response he gives and his gloating confidence makes your cunt clench around nothing as you feel his cock swipe itself along your slit - the darkened head of his cock almost flared compared to the shaft as you feel every millimeter of it igniting the nerves in your cunt. "You can take it all. Every bit."

Still a little anxious, you wonder if maybe you should have had him open you up with his fingers first but quickly put the idea to rest as he releases your hands to place his other hand on your hip. Now pinned in place by his impressive strength, his blue eyes seem to burn up at you from his reclined position.

"Line me up so I can fuck you."

Fingers scrambling towards his cock in an instant, you squeal as he lifts you from his body. Now suspended, your hands drop to his cock and you stroke along the top of his shaft with a velvety palm before pumping two fingers within your own cunt to gather as much of your arousal as you can. Swirling it across his flared cockhead, you lube him up as best you can before pulling his cock straight as you line it up with your cunt.

Even without any pressure, you can feel how thick he is and the lustful fear of just how terribly full you're going to feel has your toes curling against the sheets in anticipation. His attention is split between your face and your chest as his strong hands continue to shake you ever so slightly - a move which makes your tits bounce and his lips pull back into something almost like a smile.

Without preamble, he pulls you down onto his cock and the sudden onslaught of pained pleasure makes your vision white-out for a moment as your cunt is forced to stretch around him to point where you feel you're going to split if he so much as blinks. Your scream is impressive, rattling off the walls and echoing as it tails off into a shuddering cry as the two inches of cock which impales you refuses you any peace.

"Fuck, fuck. FUCK!" You whistle out from between your teeth. "It hurts, Charon. It's too much." But even as you complain, the stretch of your walls brings with it a hot pleasure which trickles along your spine as you squeeze around him. No way you'll be walking straight after this. Not in a million fucking years.

His snort causes your brow to furrow as you pin him to the bed with your watery gaze. His reddened hair is as sharp as ever as it sits parallel to his skull but one of the strands has fallen loose across his forehead and you concentrate on that as you choose to ignore the smugness which he is making no effort to hide.

He doesn't say anything but he sets a slow pace, giving you a moment to acclimatise to his sheer size. His hands are hot against your hips, the wide fingers covering most of your skin there and he holds you in place like you were a doll; weightless and so easily manipulated. With a deadpan expression, he slowly fucks himself into you, each thrust pushing another inch into your spasming cunt.

Shuddering and whimpering something pathetic, your hands claw themselves into his chest - feeling the leathery skin refuse to give way under your blunted nails as you focus on keeping your breathing steady. The burn of your walls is incredible, the stretch giving way to a cruel mix of pleasure and pain with every shallow thrust. To even the scale a little more, you drop one hand to your clit, rubbing at the swollen bud with a gentle finger to send a rolling pleasure through your nerves.

It also makes you clench around him and the added sensation draws a thick rumble from his chest as he pulls you down harder on his cock. Now fully sheathed within you, his cock is flush against your cervix and every thrust sparks a dull discomfort as he glances off it and you shiver as you glance down to see that at least an inch of his cock remains outwith your cunt.

"Fuck, you're so big." Biting your lower lip, you slip your hand free of your clit and bring it to his jaw, cupping his face as you lean down to take some of the pressure off your cervix. "I don't know if I'll be able to fuck anyone else after this. I'll be ruined."

That pulls a smirk from him as his teeth peek out from beneath his curled lips. Taking the encouragement, his hands tighten around your hips and he picks up pace.

If you thought he was fucking you before then you were dead wrong as the sudden onslaught of pure sensation as he bounces you on his cock like a puppet is almost too much to handle. Pinned by his hands, he uses his strength to move you, fucking you on his cock more than anything and the feeling of being so wonderfully used is quick to offset the raging fire of the forced stretch which is only beginning to wear off slightly.

Dropping your hands atop his own, you allow him to move you as he likes - your mouth thrown open by a torrid mixture of gasps and moans as every thrust builds a steady heat in your cunt, his thick cock brushing every inch of those wonderful spots which send you absolutely wild.

It can't last forever, despite your desperate wishes otherwise, and you can tell he's approaching his release as his thrusts grow more sloppy and his chest rumbles with muted growls. Determined to see him come undone, you squeeze your cunt around him and rake your nails down his chest, drawing your middle nails harshly across his toughened nipples.

His hands tighten again, so tight that it takes your breath away and you know that little purple bruises will soon blossom on the abused skin, and you scream in delight as he slams his cock as deeply as possible. His release floods you, the heat of it burning you from the inside out as it fills you in an instant. The added sensation proves too much for your sensitive cunt and you are quick to follow him over the edge, your own orgasm making you clench around him and milk him for every drop as you whine and moan.

Toes curling to the point of pain, you ride your orgasm out on his cock - his hands continuing to use you like a doll as he impales you on his length to chase all the pleasure he can from your much smaller frame. Both unwilling to give up on the sensations quite yet, you keep rolling your cunt into his thrusts until overstimulation starts to set in and exhaustion pulls at your limbs.

He pulls free first. Lifting you free of his cock, you immediately feel how hollowed out you are as the cool air of the room blows across your heated cunt. His release trickles down your thigh, tickling the skin there as he holds you in place for a moment before dropping you flush to his chest. His breathing is erratic but his expression is pleased and he takes a moment to stroke a hand along his cock - feeling your arousal coating him like a second skin.

"Is good?" Charon asks after a silent beat, his arms pushing you off his chest to his side as he allows you to wrap yourself around him with shaking limbs.

"Is great." You reply, panting out the retort with a grin as you struggle to tilt your head up enough to meet him. "Don't think I'll be walking right any time soon."

He says nothing but you hear a pleased huff escape the chest which your ear is pressed to and his large arm is quick to wrap around your waist, pulling you flush to his side as you again admire just how fucking tall he is while wrapping your leg around his thigh.

[anonwyvern]

I’ve seen posts from over the years lamenting on the fact that our favorite seven-foot-tall ghoul has very little backstory, but you know, it’s probably one of my favorite things about him.

Sure, I totally get why some want to have the whole nine yards of his past (particularly with his contract) but I think it’s super fun to instill your own thoughts and theories because there’s essentially nothing there. He has just enough to build on, and I think it’s fascinating to see everybody else’s takes on his past and the utter confusing contradictions of his whole brainwashed contract definitely-not-a-slave don’t look a gift ghoul in the mouth sort of aspect. I’m pretty sure there was a post floating around at one point where even his creator had said he kept it open and vague for somewhat of that reason, and I personally think that’s cool af.

[twosides--samecoin]

[emptyjunior]

One time a few years ago when I had food poisoning I was trapped in bed all day, obviously feeling terrible not wanting to move but not really able to sleep, so I read fanfiction the whole time, specifically John Hancock fallout fanfiction and I did that until I felt better.

And then like a year after that I had another stomach bug thing, and I remembered last time while I was waiting it out and looked up Hancock fanfiction again and read it again until I was better.

And I have endo, so often I have waves of nausea where I gotta just go lie down and wait it out. And to distract myself I ended up always going and reading John Hancock fanfic.

And anyways, I Just had a couple days where I was busy and missed some sleep, messed my body up a bit and got hit with a wave of dizzy/nausea, first thing I do is rush to google and open up the John Hancock ao3 tab and felt immediately better just seeing the Title Page.

And then realised what I'd done on instinct, didn't even go for the nausea pills I have in my bag, a calming tea, a water or anything😭 Just right to the Mayor of Goodneighbour, what do ya think of that pavlov😭

So anyways, thank you Mr mayor, I'm sorry I hardwired my body to associate you with illness, please keep granting me RAD immunity

[feralghoulie]

Note: So. Ghoulcy week is over. Saw some amazing work come out of it! Unfortunately I couldn't keep up due to a super overwhelming work schedule. None the less, I'll be finishing off these last few prompts :') these are going to be very short and sweet. I'm hoping to put out some longer and more detailed work really soon. In the meanwhile, please leave some requests!! I'd love to write some of your guys ideas!

MINORS DNI 18+ CONTENT.

Prompt: Overstimulation (Day 5)

Cooper Howard (The ghoul) X Lucy Maclean

☆

Too Much, Too Fast.

"C'mon Lucy. You can handle it. Quit ya whinin!" The Ghoul growled. One hand holding onto her thigh, the opposite choking her. His fingers tightly wrapped. Pressing down forcefully.

His hips snapped at a rapid speed, his balls slapping against her smooth skin. The way he thrusted into her was almost animalistic. Sloppy and hard. He wasn't concerned with her pleasure, just his own.

She held back strangled moans as he let out small grunts and deep growls. She could hardly breath, her throat feeling like it was going to be crushed.

Her insides felt raw, his cock so big she felt like she was going to be ripped in half.

She had cum at least three separate times, she was starting to lose count. Though he didn't stop. Each time she reached her climax she begged for him to slow down. He just continued. Mindlessly fucking her body into mush.

"C-Cooper!! Please! I can't handle much more. I feel like I'm going to pass out!" She pleaded. Her legs feeling somewhat numb.

He grunted. "C'mon honey. You can take it-" He said in a brisk tone. Adjusting how he slammed into her. Letting go of her throat, and placing both her legs on his shoulders.

"I'm gonna make sure.. you can feel my cock hit that spot Luce. I ain't toleratin those little orgasms. You'r gonna fuckin squeeze my cock real tight when you cum. Fucking soak it real good." He said squeezing her hips.

She almost screamed at the change of position, her body feeling limp. Though a mild change of pleasure even after so many orgasms. He was hitting her deep.

A perfect spot. A mix of pleasure, pain, and the yearning feeling to be empty again. Her legs were shaking, her lips quivering.

The ghoul could feel his climax rising. Having held it in for so long. A tight knot begging to come undone.

"I'm gonna fuckin fill you up real good. I've got a big fuckin load for you vaultie." He said looking down at her.

Her hair disheveled, slobber ran down her chin. Deep bruises and bite marks from where he ravished her body. Giving her a yellow teethed grin.

She gripped at the old dirtied bed sheets. Holding back a deep moan. Each time his swollen tip hit her g-spot, she could feel herself tighten. Pushing her head back into the mattress as she came.

The ghoul could feel the way her walls closed around his thick cock. Making him laugh in satisfaction, slowly turning into a deepened groan. Letting his load spill deep inside of her.

He pressed into her hard, holding his in place. Feeling her canal tighten with the sudden added pressure.

"Fuckin cum slut." He said with a half grin. Letting his cock slowly inch it's way out. Cum slowly following, dripping out slowly.

"Told ya you could handle it. There's plenty uh worse things in this wasteland then a little too much pleasure sweetie." He said smacking the inside of her thigh.

Lucy rolled her eyes. Annoyed by his ignorance. He was never a kind lover after such a heavy fuck. She cleaned herself up with what she had left over in her backpack. A small rag had to do the job.

The ghoul had already gotten dressed, but not fully covered in his armor and coat for once. Just resting on the couch smoking a cigarette.

"You know. It would be nice if you knew how to treat a woman." She said under her breath.

"Seems I was treatin ya just fine a couple of minutes ago? Screaming my name like that? You were shakin." He said taking a puff from the cigarette.

She looked up sighing. Staring at the back of his head from behind the couch. "Well. Yeah. But. You're never gentle. Wouldn't kill you to show a little affection afterwards." She grumbled.

[callmewisteria]

5. November. 2277 – Hadley Anne Branson (We Know The Price We Pay Chapter XV)

Even safe in Rivet City, with her husband deployed indefinitely and Elder Lyons saying nothing, Hadley Branson was anxious enough, even before hearing the state of things between the city and Brotherhood from her close friends: Dr. Madison Li and Dr. Janice Kaplinsky.

Read it on AO3, ff.net, and/or wattpad!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51796249/chapters/142112059

[sirmanmister]

💥💥💥 BOOM POW GET KILLED GET KILLED GET KILLED!!!!!

This is a redraw from January 6 2023, in honour of it being 1 YEAR since I posted the last chapter of The Father(s) and Son(s)!!!!! A little bit over a year actually because it was April 10th and it took me a little while to draw this lol

So much has changed in the span of a year omg. And for THE BETTER?? Like I’m going to school, I made and lost friends, I’m slowly but surely getting over some social anxiety (still a wip tho!!! 😭😭) and I’ve found so many cool mutuals and artists and just!!!! AAA!! Not to mention my art skills have improved a whole HELL of a lot!! LMAO

I don’t write as much as I did when I wrote my fic initially, and I feel bad for that sometimes, but it’s just a testament to how things have gotten a lot better for me and it’s not bad that I’m busy. I’m still trying to cobble together some more writing to eventually get another fic out, cuz I do genuinely miss it, but we’ll get there when we get there!

Anyway. TYSM TO EVERYBODY THATS STUCK AROUND FOR SO LONG/CAME HERE FROM MY FIC IN THE FIRST PLACE I LOVE YOU ALL AND YOU MADE MY LIFE BETTER!! 🫶🫶🫶🫶

Pspsps closeups/old pic under the cut!!

[dykedvonte]

Benny Gecko would have the WORST big brother influence on Butch Deloria. It’d be like Rodrick and Greg Heffly.

[viperra1]

take me (make me forget my sorrow)

HELLO!! <3 i finally finished my first ever boone x vulture fic!

i've decided to create a series to post various snippets of their story in a non-linear order, but this particular fic would be more or less linear!

“Do you treat everyone ‘round here like this?”

Boone reeled, opening his mouth for some retaliating remark to get this man off of his back, but…

Hm.

“No. No, you’re not around here. Maybe you shouldn’t go. Not just yet.”

The man regarded Boone with a sort of detached curiosity, looking him up and down, lingering on some unknown details before leaning his back on one of the dinosaur's teeth. “And why’s that?”

Because you’re a thief with no regards or attachment to the people of Novac, and are certainly too broke to turn down my fifty caps, Boone thought.

- A collection of firsts between a mysterious Courier and his grumpy companion.

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[rad-x-romance-gift-exchange]

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