#fallout 4 nate angst

[sweetcocopowder]

A Damsel in Distress - Paladin Danse x Nate / Male Sole Survivor

Synopsis: A distress signal comes over the Cambridge Police Station radio that has Danse racing out of there quicker than he can think.

Word Count: 3.1K

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Angst. Gore.

Notes: This is me dipping my toes into the fallout 4 universe. so give me some leeway, i wanted to challenge myself by writing this. enjoy :)

The crackling of the radio doesn’t grab the attention of the Paladin at first. His mind too focused on repairing a loose hinge in the right elbow of his power armour that had been bugging him for days. Whenever he’s out of the hulking metal, he always feels vulnerable. Not small per say or weak. A Paladin must know that they can handle themselves in and out of the armour. Yet he’s so use to wearing it almost twenty four hours a day that it’s become second nature within it.

The radio crackles again, louder this time with a voice mixed in underneath all the intense white noise. Paladin Danse stops short, wrench still in hand and looks over to the orange box. It’s not often that distress signals have been picked up. The station that they use is only for people of the Brotherhood or familiar with them.

Scribe Haylen has already wondered over to the radio, adjusting the dial. The whole police station falls into silence as Haylen tries her best to tune into the signal. Even Rhys is watching from afar at the table. But soon he moves back to whatever he was doing, head bowed between his shoulders.  

“…. -bridge Police Station,” finally a voice is clear over the radio and Danse can’t help the feeling of his stomach sinking low into his stomach. “I need assistance. Surrounded by raiders! I’m holding myself in the- shit where am I?” A few passing moments of ragged breathing, filled with phlegm and other liquids in the throat, “Some Regional Office and I’ve-” a groan admits itself through the radio followed by a shaky exhale. “Got myself pretty shot up this time.”

Danse may have only met the man a month ago, but he knows Nate’s voice when he hears it. Right elbow joint be damned, he’s jumping into his power armour before he knows it. Haylen is already on her feet and packing her things up.

A large metal hand on her back is quick to stop her in her tracks. “I need you and Rhys to stay here while I go out and retrieve the Initiate,” Danse speaks firmly.

“I think that’s unwise, Paladin,” Haylen speaks up, standing to attention.

But Danse doesn’t budge no matter how dedicated she is to be leaving with him. “I don’t want this base of operations to be compromised or unattended in case of an attack. I intrust Knight Rhys to overlook this base until my return. There will be no further argument.”

Haylen’s shoulders faulter a little. “What about medical supplies?”

“Where is the location of his whereabouts?” Danse asks, getting to the point quickly.

Scribe Haylen shrugs her pack off her shoulders and grabs out a device from within. She holds it out to the Paladin with some urgency.

“I sent him to BADTFL Regional Office to retrieve the haptic drive. Trek east and you’ll run into it within the hour,” Haylen says. “This-“ she flicks a switch on the device and a slow beep admits from it, “-will lead you right to the signal he’s emitting.”

The Paladin takes the device and looks it over with a bleak expression. It’s almost small within the hands of the T-60, hard to hold onto. But he grasps onto it, unwilling to let go all the same.

“I value your help greatly, Scribe,” Danse thanks in his own way. “I will retrieve him and will be back in just over two hours. If I am not here with Nate when the third hour rolls over, then I give you permission to act.”

And with that, he flips his helmet on and loads his cell rifle before travelling east. He knows going into this alone is stupid and selfish. But he can’t allow his small patrol to be dispersed because of his own need to make sure that Nate is alright. This thing that has decided to make itself at home inside of the Paladin’s chest that makes him feel unable to breathe.

With each block he passes, he can’t help but let his worry grow deeper and deeper. The tightness in his chest becoming a little too much for his own liking. He shouldn’t be feeling this way. No. He shouldn’t be letting himself feel this way. He can’t let himself get close to anyone again. This is purely for the Brotherhood. And nothing more.

But every time the pulse of the signal becomes stronger, becomes quicker he can’t help but let himself feel. The steady beep of the device almost ricochets inside of the Paladin’s brain. He can feel a headache coming along.

He is also well aware that it was Haylen’s needs that has gotten Nate in this predicament, but it is no fault of hers. Nate has shown himself capable many times before. Completing mission after mission for both Haylen and Rhys and reporting back each time with success. A few scrapes and bruises is all that he has been wounded with but nothing this serious. He hasn’t doubted Nate for a moment, seeing on more than one occasion that he can handle himself if not more. He’s been by his side with the synths and Danse saw a soldier, not a scared man that will hide and cower. Not like any of other’s he’s come across within the Commonwealth. Nate’s different.

-

Arriving at the Regional Office, it’s a little too silent for the Paladin’s liking. The distress signal beeps at a quickened pace in one hand as Danse holds his rifle in the other. There’s no one out the front and with no time to delay, he barges through the front door with his gun locked and loaded. Scoping the front entrance, he’s met with a front desk and rummage. No life can be seen.

Walking further in, the only sound being his heavy footsteps and the quickening pulse of the distress signal, he becomes unnerved. He keeps his gun out at the ready, holding it a little awkwardly but he can’t complain at this given moment. His eyes dart back and forth, waiting for something to happen.

Three raiders are dead on the floor in the next room. All pocketed with bullet wounds that seep red into the old wooden floorboards. A switchblade sticks out of the neck of one, his face contorted into permanent horror that has Danse staring a little too long. He continues forward, noting of the busted turret that dangles from its wires on the ceiling.

A muffled argument strikes the Paladin’s attention and, he slows his movements the best he can inside his T-60. He looks into an office like room where three raiders are. He switches the distress tracker off before they become alerted of his presence.

“It’s us three against him!” The only woman shouts harshly into the face of the other two.

The scrawnier raider of the bunch slides down the table with a shaky groan. He holds his side, his hand coated with fresh blood. His grimy face is pale and Danse can tell from here that he isn’t going to last much longer.

“Two against one,” the injured man groans out.

The woman scowls deeply, her yellow teeth like dog fangs that bare something dangerous. She pulls a pipe pistol from her belt and shoots the injured man in the temple without a thought. His body convulses before falling to the side and becoming horrifyingly still. She then turns to the remaining raider, waving the gun in his face.

“Are you with me to kill that son of a bitch?” She snarls.

He pushes the gun from his face forcefully, almost tearing it from her hand. “Of course!”

Why Raiders do what they do, Danse will never truly understand. Was that man not a part of her crew? Not even a second thought to end his life instead of to try and save it. Less mouths to feed. He’s heard that come from a Raider’s mouth before and it makes Danse sick. Never in his life in the Brotherhood has he seen someone put someone down like a dog so inhumanly.

The Paladin places the device in the dip of his chest plating and takes his rifle’s safety off. As soon as the woman turns her back to head into the other room, Danse charges. He crosses the room before the two raiders are even able to turn around at the charging bull coming their way. Something blinds him as he acts, something he hasn’t felt in quite some time.

Danse shoulder barges the man, throwing him across the room into a filing cabinet. The woman stumbles backwards into the wall, eyes as wide as saucepans. She pulls her pistol but Danse is quicker. It takes five rounds for her to fall. She slides down against the wall, her yellow teeth bared as if they were ready to bite.  

The last raider struggles to rise to his feet. He tries to crawl away, his breath ragged and shallow. Paladin Danse steps over to him with a frown deep set on his face. He can hear the slow drag of each breath, blood clotting and rising in the back of his throat. A punctured lung.

But despite being on the verge of death, the raider jumps forward with the last bit of strength he has. He dives for the pistol still gripped in the woman’s grasp. But as before, Danse is the quicker draw.  

-

The room the raiders were heading to leads down a ramp that opens to a cell. An old prison that Danse has no time to wonder what use to happen here in Nate’s time. It’s dark and there’s not much light getting in through the leaf clotted windows. He turns on his head lamp, lighting his way towards the stairs on the other side of the cell. As Danse passes the steel bars in his search for Nate, the sound of a hammer to a gun cocking catches his attention.

Danse looks into the cell, his head lamp lighting up the shadows. In the corner, something that he didn’t see before is quick to catch his attention. In his blue vault suit and mismatched armour pieces of leather and combat, is the man Danse was looking for.

“Nate?” Danse calls out.

A pained, hearty chuckle comes from the corner that is none other than the vault dweller’s. Quicker and a bit more drastic than he should have, Danse opens up the cell door and stomps inside.

The entire right side of the vault suit is coloured red where Nate holds onto a leaking wound. His usually tanned face is pale as a ghost, sweat dripping and beading down his temple. Yet, even though he trembling from the lack of blood he still has a cocky smile upon his lips.

Bandages and other first aid equipment is spewed around him in a shitty attempt to bound his own wound. At the sight, Danse is quick to exit his power armour. The fat metal digits of the power armour are not going to be able to flirt around the finer details of bandaging up Nate. He doesn’t even think about how foreign it is to be outside of his power armour. His mind his appointed to Nate curled up in the corner of the cell.

“Report to me, Initiate,” Danse says, needing the vault dweller to talk to him.

He gathers up the medical supplies and even reaches forward to search into the pouches on Nate’s webbing belt. Nate groans at the sudden movement and watches Danse with hazy dark blue eyes. The Paladin stops for a moment and looks at the blood weeping from between his fingers. He can’t let himself become panicked in this moment.

“I said report to me,” Danse speaks more firmly. “That’s an order.”

Before Nate can utter a word, Danse moves his hand away to assess the damage. A bullet is still lodged in his side, the wound a deep hole in his side. No exit wound.

“Got shot,” Nate bites back through gritted teeth. Short and blunt, but at least he’s talking.  

Danse glances a glare his way as he begins to twists a bandage in his fingers. “How?” He asks.

Anything to keep Nate aware. He needs to keep him talking.

“I hoped it would be you to come,” Nate speaks with a thick slur. “My knight in shining armour.”

Danse doesn’t warn Nate as he digs the bandage deep into his bullet wound. The vault dweller barks out in pain, grabbing out onto Danse’s shoulder to try and keep himself grounded. Danse pushes him back, his head hitting the wall with a light thud. Nate breathes in heavily and grinds his heels into the ground as Danse pushes more bandages inside the wound to stop the bleeding for now. All until he can get Nate back to the station.

“Now is not the time for jokes and quips,” Danse adds before he rips off the remaining of the bandage with his teeth.

Cleanliness is something that cannot be thought of at this given moment. He needs Nate out of here before he becomes another victim of the harsh reality of the commonwealth. He just needs to get him to the station where Haylen can patch him up properly.

“The turret got me,” Nate grits out through his teeth. “Didn’t see it until the last minute.”

“And you got this far afterwards?” Danse asks.

Nate grins at that. “Also got pretty beat up. Didn’t expect a…” he wonders off for a moment, his breathing becoming shallow before he perks up again, “didn’t expect a baseball bat to hurt that badly.” He quirks even in his near death state.

The Paladin doesn’t say anything else to that as he wraps the remaining bandage around Nate’s torso. He pulls it tight, keeping pressure on the wound. Nate flinches at every movement, squeezing his eyes shut with his jaw set tightly. Danse looks over his handy work and deems it able to last the trip back. Not perfect, but good enough.

“Can you stand?” Danse asks.

Nate looks at him bleakly through squinted eyes. His trembling isn’t as bad as it was before, but he looks as if holding his head up is a mission.

“I’ll take that as a no,” the Paladin answers to himself.

He gathers Nate’s things back into his pouches and quickly realizes the man is out of stimpacks. Stupid mistake. Coming out here with barely anything on him. Does he think himself invisible!?

Danse stands up and walks back over to his power armour. Without a word, he enters it and heavy metal sets back into place. He now feels more at home inside of the T-60, now coming to the realization that his back was unprotected the entire time he was patching Nate up. Stupid move. But it’s much safer inside 110 pounds of pure steel and machinery. He can protect himself and most importantly, Nate.

He walks over to Nate and as careful as he can, picks him up like some husband taking his wife away to his honeymoon. Nate groans and hisses in pain as the movement pulls and tugs on his side and all the other bruised and bashed places he’s been struck over. The bullet probably not feeling all to comfortable either still wedged in between muscle. Nate holds onto one of the bars on the Paladin’s chest piece with his head dipped between his shoulders.

Danse moves in a hurry out of the building all while trying to not jostle Nate around too much. He just has to make the trip back to the police station.

-

“A true damsel in distress,” are the first words that come from Rhys’s mouth as Paladin Danse walks through the doors.  

Haylen ignores the Knight. She keeps her distance until the Paladin has set Nate down onto a table that she has place into the middle of the side room specifically for him. Danse takes three steps back as Haylen instantly gets to work. She has the basic medical training but has had to learn more from being around the Knight and the Paladin.

“Rhys a need some purified water,” Scribe Haylen instructs without taking her eyes off of Nate.

“What?”

“Now!” She snaps in a tone that both of them rarely seen.

Rhys grumbles as he goes into the back room, leaving them for now. Haylen steadily takes the bandaging off of Nate’s torso, not knowing the full extent of his wounds.

Danse takes his helmet off, the locks hissing and releasing as he does. “As far as I’ve taken note, there is a bullet still in his side and he’s taken multiple hits with a blunt object,” he informs to her.

“Thank you, Paladin,” she says, her voice monotoned with her mind deep on the task at hand.

Nate groans as he moves his hand to his waist, his blood slicked fingers unclipping one of his pouches. He slips out a small device, something that Danse doesn’t recognise at first. But when he holds it out to Haylen, she stops cold.

The Haptic Drive is held between his bloody fingers.

Haylen takes it off him with her mouth a gape. He still got the damn device. Even after all that happen to him.

“Told you I’d get it,” Nate grins as he peers through one narrow eye.

“You stupid man,” Haylen mumbles as she takes it from him.

She sets it aside before returning back to patching Nate up. His priority over the bullet in his side worries Danse for a moment. But he’s seen this happen within the Brotherhood so many times over he can’t truly count them all. Despite being a man out of time, a man from the past. Nate fits into the Commonwealth a little too well.

It could be his military past. Or is pure need to get his son back. But whatever drives him is something that Danse rarely sees within the Commonwealth again. He is aware that Nate’s ranking is unofficial at this moment, but he truly wishes that other members of the Brotherhood could see Nate. Maybe he could inspire people within the Brotherhood. To keep fighting and to keep moving forward.

Danse could deny it a little bit longer for his own sake. Keep himself chin high in work and patrols. But he’ll give himself the benefit of the doubt that Nate’s actions have given Danse a new drive forward. Something he hasn’t felt in a long, long time.

-

:)

[ghoul-foolery]

The way I’ve wanted a slow-ish burn Nate x Nora x Hancock fic since 20-fucking-15.

Give me… Ghoul!Nate who wasn’t home the morning the bombs dropped, and has no clue his wife secured a place for them in the vault, or that she is still alive. Ghoul!Nate who was around for the Goodneighbor coup, and is one of Hancock’s closest friends and go-to muscle. Hancock who is so dang smitten over the vaultie who just rolled into town, only to realize it’s his best friend’s wife.

The angst. The pining. The ghoul shit.

Give me… Nate and Nora both surviving the vault — Kellogg didn’t shoot to kill/some kinda cryo science bullshit kept them alive through the remaining freeze — and it’s the three idiots just steadily coming together over time.

The friends to lovers pipeline. The “I love you both so much”. The “if anything happens to me take care of my spouse”.

Give me… that weird three-way soulmate au because I am the biggest sucker for soulmate au.

The “omg they have another soulmate”.

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[bookwermthings]

Hello!!

I am looking for a beta reader for my new Fallout 4 fanfic, Human At Heart!

I'm looking for someone to help with wording, and anything confusing. Grammar and punctuation if you feel like it.

Willing to pay for help, also accepting volunteers if that's what you want to do. If you want to be an editor/beta reader please contact.

So far the WIP has 3283 words, and hopefully will end up around 10,000 when I am done.

Spoilers for fallout 4 and the plot of my fanfic under the readmore.

The story involves Nick Valentine and Nate raising kid synth Shaun in Diamond City, and Nick both teaching and learning that synths of any type are just as much people as anyone else. There will be a kidnapping, a little bit of Shaun existential crisis angst, some cameos from Deacon and Piper, and a lot of fluff.

[kleiner-ghost]

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[Dishonored] Billie and Daud meeting

[Dishonored] Outsider and Corvo

[Deathloop] Colt’s slab pre-loop

[Deathloop] Frank angst

[Deathloop] Alexis is a furry

[Deathloop] [Dishonored] Juliana and Billie

[Deathloop] Harriet’s plane crash

[DX1] Bob Page x Walton Simons

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[Redfall] Jake x Amelia crackfic

[Redfall] Jakob and Dev killing the fake Reverend Eva

[Deus Ex] Jensen x Pritchard x Jensen

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[Redfall] [Deathloop] Gregoire the Vampire

[Star Wars] 12 clones crackfic

[Star Wars] Wrecker x OC fluff

[Star Wars] [Babylon 5] droids invading the B5 universe

[Star Wars]  [Deathloop] Bad Batch on Blackreef

[Fallout 4] Soulmate AU where you get money when your SO is hurt - WIP

[Multi] 2023 Kinktober collection including

[Deus Ex] Belltower freeform

[DX1] JC x Jock x Alex

[Star Wars] Echo getting sold

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[Sabikui bisco] Pawoo x Reader

[Deus Ex] A Hole in the Ocean

[Fallout 4] Cait x Nora  

[Fallout 4] Pre-war Codsworth  

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[kremvhstooth]

The Sole Survivor (68443 words) by Hamburger_time Chapters: 24/40 Fandom: Fallout 4 Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Deacon/Robert Joseph MacCready, Robert Joseph MacCready/Male Sole Survivor Characters: Deacon (Fallout), Robert Joseph MacCready, Preston Garvey, Sturges (Fallout), Cait (Fallout), Piper Wright, Dogmeat (Fallout), Codsworth (Fallout), Jun Long, Curie (Fallout), Father | Shaun (Fallout), X6-88, Desdemona (Fallout), Tinker Tom (Fallout), Drummer Boy (Fallout), Doctor Carrington (Fallout), Mama Murphy (Fallout), John Hancock (Fallout), Glory (Fallout), Lucy MacCready, Duncan MacCready, Synth Shaun (Fallout), Sole Survivor (Fallout), Jack Cabot, Doctor Amari (Fallout), Lorenzo Cabot Additional Tags: Dubious Consent, Mental Health Issues, Nightmares, Grief/Mourning, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Unrequited Love, Obsession, Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Stalking, Supernatural Elements, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Commonwealth Minutemen (Fallout 4), The Railroad (Fallout), Railroad Ending (Fallout 4), companion takes on the main quest, The Institute (Fallout), Ensemble Cast, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Unhealthy Relationships, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Smoking, Chem Use (Fallout), Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Survivor Guilt, Glory Lives, Chekhov's Gun, Manic Episode, The Sight, Body Horror, Dogmeat is the very best friend, also maybe not exactly a dog, Horror Summary:

An unexpected tragedy tests MacCready's mettle and sanity. Nate has helped him more than anyone ever has and MacCready does not leave a debt unpaid.

New chapter! Finally.

[branw3lls]

clockwork prince thoughts

-ok i’m so not gonna finish my re-read in time even with audiobooks unless i do literally nothing this weekend- godspeed to all trying to re-read at this point

-i listened to the audiobook for this one which is sad bc it’s my favorite tsc book and probably my one of my top favorites of all time but it’s also nice to listen to. ed westwick who is cancelled but really was the will fancast of the time and they have him do all the will scenes and the poetry quotes between chapters and it’s unfortunately quite good. i also like him reading the magnus chapters. the female narrator gets points for literally singing all of bridget’s irish ballads but loses a few for making charlotte sound like mrs. potts

-i love this fucking book! everyone is kissing everyone everyone is freaking out and the full angst hasn’t set in yet

-you knooooooow i love the charlotte and henry confession scene. i could quote it. those two are it, they’re everything. if they don’t have some semblance of happiness and also twin girls by the end of chain of thorns i s2g...

- “i married you because-because i knew i wouldn't mind how difficult directing this place was, or how badly the clave treated me, if I knew yours would be the last face i saw every night before i went to sleep” why does this part get me the most! how were they so lonely for 4 years! they make me want to sob! it’s enough to just be around each other even though that’s so painful 

-cc really put her whole ass into this love triangle. there’s nothing like it never had been never will be, it transcends

-woolsey darling

-the trip to york- everything with aloysius and his granddaughter. i like seeing other institutes. also the fallout of the accords and certain shadowhunter’s reluctance to follow them/ having spoils. the accords are still so new at this point and it’s so interesting to me

- “it was a rare and novel thrill when henry gave orders”

-this is such a good second book 

-is cyril in the last hours?? i wonder where he ended up. are mundane servants allowed to work in houses in idris? he should have a little scene 

-i looOOooove the brothers lightwood. gideon really is that girlie who studies abroad for 6 months and makes it their whole personality 

- charlotte- when she kicks a fucking stone wall in the council chamber ♥ when she has to interrogate jessie with the mortal sword then bursts out in tears ♥ when the hell did she have time to get tessa a new wardrobe ♥ “it’s my plan now” ♥  mother

-sooooo many mentions of the chain of gold/iron/thorns/flowers dickens quote in these books

-nate is the worst so long clown bye bye

[blulexx]

Fo4 x fc5 where dep is the sole survivor and through a load of bs they find a ghoulified joesph and dep is just

[lookbluesoup]

Whumptober 22 - Hallucination

Something bright stung Nate’s eyes.

He tried recoiling at first, the color painful after so long draped in gloom. It grew brighter. Perhaps this was the next life, come to claim him.

‘Honey.’

Nate’s eyelids were heavy, but he forced them open into a squint at the familiar voice. She’d come from somewhere up ahead, and she was out of focus, haloed in bright orange. And then he didn’t care if he was dead. He didn’t care if he could stand. She was here, she’d come back to him, it was her. “Nora-” Nate rasped.

She knelt before him, ‘Get up, Nate.’

He didn’t question it. He tried to listen, but lead anchored each limb, and his crippled body could not obey. “Ho-ney,” his voice churned with gravel, “I, love ygh - I’m sorry.” Bile clogged his swollen throat, and Nate garbled for his voice back. “I-I’m so, so, sorry…”

‘Shh shh shh - it’s okay.’ A sad smile carried her words. ‘I love you, too. Now come on.’ Her fingers tousled his hair, a touch he’d missed so desperately bringing warmth back to Nate’s extremities.

But they still would not heed him. “I can’t.” Nate groaned, wanting nothing more than to cleave to his wife’s sides.

‘Get up, Honey.’

Stay with me. Please. “Don’t leave.”

‘There’s no more time.’ Her lips painted his cheeks. His forehead. His nose. They warmed every inch of his face as she pulled him against her chest into a longing embrace, “Come on. You’ve got a son to find, remember? You’ve got to get up. You’re not going to die here.”

Then nothingness consumed him.  ->

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reference - syccas-stock

[ladyeroway]

Colours of Life

Honey gold on chocolate glinting in sunlight, Niamh had painted him a hundred times and drawn her hands through his hair a thousand more. His sighs curled around her fingers as she wrote it to memory, small flecks of ambers in amongst that golden brown before he would cut it short for another tour.

Warm chestnut eyes sparkling with mirth, to tears as she had announced her pregnancy to him. The pink of his lips, soft and smiling at his son. With Shaun in his arms in the hazy light of a lamp, golds, and pinks, the warmth of her love. Niamh had painted him in the grasses of the park, lying down staring at the cerulean skies, their son a few scant metres from them sleeping in a summer afternoon. She had drawn him at his desk where the mahogany desk swallowed up his nervousness of the speech he wrote for the Veteran’s Agency.

With charcoal she had sketched every plane of Nate’s body, with pencils and paints. Her hands could trace every scar, the soft ochre of freckles that spattered his shoulders. Strong muscles flushed from their love making; she knew all the colours with her heart and emblazoned them into her mind.

So many times she had etched his face into paper and canvas but it was wrong now. Eyes closed, lips hanging open in a grimace that marred his handsome form. Crimson red from the wound in his chest on that damned blue suit. Frozen ice and darkened steel. It tarnished the papers in front of her with wetness that fell from her face. It was fading, she knew, with all the colour from the Wasteland there was no room for softness, or colour or art.

All that was left was this pain, curling from her throat to her gut, tearing at her chest with every anguished breath. All that was left was the sliver of golden hope and the black void of her revenge.

[thisispaladinbehavior]

Guess I might need one of these now?? Find me on AO3 @ inevitablemeow.

Fic List as of 08/25/2022, listed in order of publication:

cast no shadow, no waters reflect: M. 3,217 words. SteveBucky. how do I even explain this one??? gore and body horror tho

and from my lungs bloom tulips: E. 11,323 words. SteveBucky. Hanahaki Disease AU, pining, angst, some gore.

cut open my sternum and pull (my little ribs around you): E. 14,323 words. SteveBucky. Getting together, black nail polish, love confessions.

a thousand times bucky says i love you: G. 1,797 words. SteveBucky. Angst & Fluff, love confessions, terrible use of Russian.

let me sleep, i am tired of my grief: E. 19,157 words. SteveBucky. A ghost story, soul mate adjacent, AU.

every season of my life i've been yours, my love, every spring through every winter: E. 9,925 words. SteveBucky. A lifetime of love, love confessions, reunions, Pre- and Post-War.

why are we always stuck and running (from the bullets, the bullets): E. 12,272 words. SteveBucky. Established relationship, old men super-soldiers, retirement, Daddy kink.

but it feels like there's oceans between you and me: E. 3,521 words. SteveBucky. Love confessions, angst, Post-Civil War, happy ending.

as the earth burns to the ground (oh, boy, it's you that i lie with): E. 10,167 words. SteveBucky. Pre- and Post-War, Bucky remembers, Bucky recovering, established and re-established relationship.

there is a house built out of stone: E. 4,747 words. SteveBucky. Post-Civil War, not canon compliant, homecoming, Brooklyn, fluff and angst, hopeful ending.

what could i have said to raise you from the dead?: E. 13,247 words. SteveBucky. Post-Civil War, not canon compliant, graphic violence, major injury, angst very little comfort, love confessions, happy ending.

i don’t know where we’re going but god it’s a start: T. 1,657 words. Not SteveBucky. Silver Kiss by Annette Curtis Klause. Simon/Zoe. Vampires, young love, choosing each other, hopeful ending.

tell me we’re dead and i’ll love you even more: E. 51,213 words. SteveBucky. Vampire AU need I say more.

pretty baby you have me (so weak): E. 10,605 words. SteveBucky. post-canon, kink discovery, daddy kink, sub Bucky, filth, so much sap and love and ew it's sticky candy sweet.

maybe you'll think of me (when you are all alone): E. 3,904 words. NOT STEVEBUCKY IM SORRY. Fallout 4, John Hancock/Male Sole Survivor. love confessions, explicit sexual content, sex right there in the dirt because they love each other your honor

haven't felt like this my dear since, can't remember when: G. 935 words. SteveBucky. Tenderness, devotion, existing in their own little bubble of cosmos unbothered. Canon-divergent but post-canon. Love. Nothing but love.

i've seen my share of trouble and i've held my weight in shame: T. 4,166 words. SteveBucky. Fluff, carved hearts, canon divergence as of Civil War, I guess canon divergence in general, Bucharest. So much love.

because a good man nowadays is hard to find: T. 2,871 words. John Hancock/Male Sole Survivor. They're BACK, Nate and his murder boyfriend. Prequel to the previous fic, pre-relationship, rad storm.

we don't stop but the time do (lovers in another life let me remind you): E. 11,027 words. SteveBucky. AU - Shrunkyclunks, first meeting, Daddy kink, just a taste of biker Bucky, porn with feelings.

depollute me pretty baby (suck the rot right out of my bloodstream): E. 7,236 words. SteveBucky. Asexuality, Bucky Barnes recovering, memory recovery, re-establishing relationship. And love. All the love.

you taught me the courage of stars before you left: E. 13,763 words. SteveBucky. Canon Divergence. Vormir. Endgame break and Endgame fix. Happy ending, after all the pain.

je te laisserai des mots en-dessous de ta porte: G. 2,225 words. SteveBucky. Canon fix-it in a way, Wakanda, short and sweet, erasing the Words. They're so in love.

and i will know, though soft ye tread above me (and then my grave will richer, sweeter be): E. 31,095 words. SteveBucky. Hanahaki Universe, Angst with a Happy Ending, so much angst, it's all angst, but it's fine in the end I swear.

come and find me in the valley (down in the deep green, i'll wait for you): E. WIP. SteveBucky. cottagecore fic 2022 MY BELOVED. Domestic as fuck, year in the life, fluff and smut and angst and more fluff. A damn good soup.

i wanna hold you my dear forever, and ever (i love you so much it hurts me so): E. 5,939 words. SteveBucky. Blood pacts as an oath of forever. Angst with a happy ending. Childhood friends to lovers to strangers to lovers again. There’s blood in this idk how else to say it.

[wingsy-keeper-of-songs]

✨,☀️,💔,❤️,🐍,🧨 for any ocs of your choosing ;)

Ahh bless you for these thanks! I think I'll divvy these up between my two Fallout 4 gals, Norah my Sole Survivor and Juliet who is a synth OC.

I'll start with Norah first!

✨ - prominent features: Norah has a small smattering of freckles across her shoulders (which she hates) and two light beauty marks; one by her left eye and the other near the right corner of her lips.

☀️ - happiness: One surefire way to cheer her up or make her day is hanging around her Minuteman homies and doing light chems with Mama Murphey and Hancock

💔 - past relationships: Norah's had her fair share of relationships with both men and women. Her marriage to Nate was largely of convenience as Nate was "gayer than Paris in the springtime" but his parents (specifically his former military father) did not approve. But she loved him all the same as her best friend.

❤️ - easy to love: Norah is largely a lovable person. She's extremely outgoing and passionate and has a fun sense of humor. But her emotions are A Lot as in she can go from 0-100 very quickly

🐍- backstabbing: She's been backstabbed a few times, honestly. I think the one that hurt her the most though was when she went to Elder Maxson to plead for Danse's life and Maxson lied about ordering a stay of execution. He sends Brotherhood field soldiers to follow her after she leaves so they can find and kill Danse.

🧨 - random Angst: Norah has extreme claustrophobia and a deep-seated hatred for Vaults after her experience in 111. She will not go into a Vault alone because of this. She needs to have someone with her or she'll freeze up

And now for Juliet!

✨ - Julie's most prominent feature are her large eyes. They're basically Elizabeth Taylor eyes but there's something like a weird other worldliness to them

☀️ - She adores flowers, particularly asters. She likes to collect them and braid them into chains for her friends or into her hair

💔 - Julie's memories are scrambled due to a half-assed Memory Wipe by a Railroad member who blamed her for the Switchboard disaster, so she has very few memories of past relationships if any at all.

❤️ - Juliet is a gentle and kind person and tends to befriend just about anyone she meets. It's pretty easy to love her and earns her the title of "Fairytale Princess of the Commonwealth (long may she reign)" courtesy of Deacon

🐍- Juliet is a memory wiped ex-Courser, and according to X6-88, she backstabbed the Institute by defecting before the Switchboard disaster. She was in turn betrayed by the people she went to for help by doing only a partial memory wipe which leads to some Problems that I'll mention more of below

🧨- So because her memory wipe was half-assed by a vindictive Railroad agent, Juliet has strange nightmares about her time as a Courser without really knowing she was one. She has a lot of trouble sleeping because of this which causes her overall health to be rather frail

[dez78]

What I Will write and What I Won’t write

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Hello folks! I write in a lot of fandoms. Like Skyrim, Fallout 4, Clone Wars, etc.  

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I usually write for female characters, unless you guys want to request otherwise. Even though I write mostly female readers, I want to start writing gender neutral readers and male readers too. I want to please as many people as I can. See down below at the lists of dos and don’ts for me and my writing! 

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Requests are open. 

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What I will write: 

 I will write smut, fluff, hurt, comfort, light bondage, and angst. *Poly Safe*

What I won’t write: 

I won’t write about slapping during sex (Only booty taps)

Being called slut or whore, or partners being rude to each other (unless it’s during an argument and they don’t mean it later), 

Nothing with an excessive amount of spit, and hard-core bdsm. 

Won’t write about incest, unless it’s for the Game Of Thrones franchise, otherwise it feels weird. 

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RULES FOR MY PAGE: No destructive criticism, No negative comments, If you don’t like my writing then don’t read it. (Constructive Criticism is welcomed)

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Fandoms and Characters I will write for: 

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Baldur’s Gate 3: 

-Astarion

Star Wars (Clone Wars)

-Fives

-Rex

-Wolffe

-Echo

-Kix

-Anakin 

-Obi-Wan

-Plo Koon 

-Hondo

-Ahsoka

-Jango Fett

-Boba Fett

Fallout 4: 

-Hancock

-Nick Valentine

-Nate 

-Nora

-Danse

-Piper

-Mara (R4)

-Heather 

-Ellen

-Yekvad Company (My OCs)

Skyrim: 

-Rumarin

-Vilkas

-Harkon

-Roggi Knot-Beard

-Ondolemar

-Inigo

-Lucien

-Serana

-Dragonborn

-Caryalind

-Taliesin 

True Blood: 

Eric Northman 

Sookie Stackhouse 

Jason Stackhouse 

Jessica Hamby

Witcher (Netflix and Witcher 3): 

-Geralt 

-Yennefer

-Jaskier

LOTR: 

-Legolas

-Aragorn 

-Thranduil 

-Kili

GOT: 

The Hound (Sandor Clegane)

Jon Snow 

Jaime Lannister

[portergage]

[DON’T MIX NUKA WITH STEEL]

A Fallout 4 fanfiction.

Pairing: Arthur Maxson/Male Sole Survivor (Overboss)

Rating: E

Summary: 

Two years ago, the sole survivor of Vault 111 tried his luck into the Gauntlet. After months of learning into the Wasteland, his experience and the precious help of Porter Gage led him to victory against Colter. The year is 2289. Nate is the powerful Overboss of Nuka World. But as his kingdom keeps growing into the Commonwealth, attacks from the Brotherhood of Steel increased. But why fighting each other, while a bigger threat grows below their feet? A story in which Nate and Elder Maxson must put aside their small quarrel in order to destroy the Institute.

Additional tags: 

Porter Gage; Paladin Danse;  Mags Black; Brotherhood of Steel Character(s); Addictions (alcoholism); Slow Burn; Angst; Banter; Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder; Nuka-World; Raiders; The Institute; Nate and Nora weren't a couple and Nate isn't Shaun's dad; this WON'T be any kind of toxic relationship; exploring Maxson's backstory and inner thoughts a lot; smut; flirting; Nate will make you laugh; or you'll want to slap him; probably both

[kleiner-ghost]

2023 Fic Masterlist

[previous post]

As promised, here’s the mid-year update. Crazy to think that it’s almost June, but it’s true. You can see how i’m slowly migrating fandoms lol.  I’ll see you with another update around Christmas time ^^

Fics written during 2023

[Original] Candy Hearts Exchange

[Dishonored] Billie and Daud meeting

[Deathloop] Colt’s slab pre-loop

[Deathloop] Frank angst

[Deus Ex] Jensen x Pritchard x Jensen

[Deus Ex] Belltower freeform

[Deathloop] [Dishonored] Juliana and Billie - WIP

[Deathloop] Alexis is a furry

[Bad Batch] Echo getting sold

[Redfall] Jake and Dev digging up a grave  - WIP

[Redfall] Dev thinking Jake abandoned him

Fics written during 2022 and before

[Sabikui bisco] Pawoo x Reader

[Deus Ex] A Hole in the Ocean

[Fallout 4] Cait x Nora

[Fallout 4] Pre-war Codsworth

[Saubnautica] MC x Sea Emperor

[Deus Ex] [DBH] Black and Gold rabbit - WIP

[Prey 2017] [Dishonored] December in Dunwall - WIP

[Deathloop] Egor x Reader - WIP

[Deathloop] Pre-Loop with Julie, Colt and 2 bit

[Fallout 4] Deacon x Nate

[Fallout 4] Hancock x Nora (psychic bond) - WIP

[Fallout 4] Hancock x Nora (one time fling)

[Fallout 4] Sammy’s adventures - WIP

[Fallout 4] Soulmate AU where you get money when your SO is hurt