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Heart of Steel

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Inspired by this great song of Manowar:

Summary: You are a former soldier before the Great War, frozen in the vault only to wake in a world you didn't recognise anymore with your husband killed and your son kidnapped. You stumble through the Commonwealth, having searched far and wide with Detective Valentine for your son until you stumble upon Paladin Danse at the Police station. His Brotherhood wakens your desire to belong somewhere again and so you join them, but upon meeting Elder Maxson you weren't sure anymore if it really was the right decision....

Notes: I haven't played FO3, so I don't know tiny Maxson and I haven't quite finished the BoS story in FO4 so I'm not quite sure where this is exactly headed as I type the chapters as I move forward in the questline^^

Chapter 1 - Welcome to the Brotherhood of Steel

"The Institute Scientists have created a weapon that transcends the destructive nature of the atom bomb", Elder Maxson spoke purposefully.

Your gaze drifted towards his commanding presence, acknowledging his tall and undeniably attractive stature. During your time you travelled the Commonwealth, you never encountered anyone who exuded such confidence and grace. He paced in front of the new recruits like a predator stalking its prey and yet his radiant confidence stood like a shining beacon amidst the darkness of this world.

"Therefore, the Institute and their "synths" are considered enemies of the Brotherhood of Steel, and should be dealt with swiftly and mercilessly", he gruffly stated, carefully observing the recruits.

A knot formed in your stomach upon hearing those final words. While encountering various synths during your search for Kellog, not all of them had been friendly. However, influenced by Nick's unwavering assistance and his quest to find your son, you were convinced that shooting each and every synth on sight couldn't be the right course of action. Nick had saved you countless times, without gaining any advantage out of it and you seriously doubted he'd ever be an enemy to anyone who didn't deserve it in the first place.

Maxson noticed your attention drifting away, evident in your slouched posture and vacant eyes as your mind was clearly preoccupied with other thoughts. Whether or not he could discern the exact thoughts running through your head, he felt a sense of his authority being questioned.

"This campaign will be costly and many lives will be lost. But in the end, we will be saving humankind from its worst enemy... itself. Ad Victoriam!", he slammed his fist proudly on his chest.

The voices of the other recruits interrupted your trail of thoughts prompting you to join them in mimicking the gesture. As they left, you stood awkwardly in front of the Elder, a faint sense of panic tingling beneath your skin as you realised you were now alone with your new superior in the room.

"Requesting permission to speak, Sir", you asked, every muscle in your body tense as your ingrained military habits took control and you continued upon seeing the Elder nod, "Paladin Danse informed me that you wished to speak to me personally."

Maxson looked a little surprised as you spoke up. The others within the Brotherhood always treated him with respect, some fearfully even, but your way of talking reminded him of old military records he'd read up on.

"Ah, right. The new recruit Paladin Danse spoke so highly of in his report. I was told you're quite the skilled marksman, which is an exceptional achievement for a civilian like yourself... It takes quite a lot to impress the man that much, especially for recommending you for such a quick and impressive promotion. Were you already skilled with a weapon before you joined?"

"Yes, Sir, in a way. I'm not sure if Danse mentioned it but I'm from a vault, I was kinda stuck in cryostasis for over 200 years, prior to that, I served in the US Army", you nervously chuckled as you recounted your journey into the vault after seeing the bombs being dropped.

Maxson's eyes widened, revealing his surprise for a second before he regained his stoic composure. You intrigued him greatly, a beautiful woman out of time, having served during the pre-war era, now finding herself aligned with the Brotherhood and by extension with him. He was determined to unravel the mysteries that surrounded you. The coldness in his voice faded slightly and he leaned in closer as he spoke, his eyes staring straight into your soul.

"It's quite fortunate that you came across Paladin Danse then, isn't it? Most of our people are young and inexperienced, and some have even come from a life of crime and thievery. But you are quite different, aren't you? And I presume you must have been an exceptional soldier, otherwise you would have most likely been assigned a non-combatant role, or maybe even left out of the vault altogether. I'm sure that the Brotherhood has great need of someone like you and could be quite useful as a Sentinel or even a Paladin yourself."

You sensed a shift in his demeanour, your gaze trailing over his form, noticing the subtle change as he reverted back to the hardened exterior you initially witnessed. All that praise, almost flattery, the prospect of climbing the ranks so fast without even knowing you had to come at cost, one he'd surely reveal soon enough.

"But I have to ask one thing... How do you feel about Synths?"

His question ignited a panic, crawling underneath your skin while your mind pondered on a possible answer. Given his speech earlier, you were well aware which answer was the right one to get you on his good side and yet...lying would was the opposite of everything you stood for. Regardless of the consequences, you refused to simply utter the words he wanted to hear but you wouldn't exclude diplomacy either.

"I'm unsure, Elder. I understand they can be dangerous and yet, one of them saved my life and is trying to help me find my kidnapped son. It'd deem it unjust to simply shoot him on sight."

For a fleeting moment, Maxson's gaze drifted off, a slight frown forming, or maybe it was more of a twinge of regret, crossing his face before he cleared his throat and spoke sharply again.

"Remember our principles, Aspirant. EVERY Synth is a threat to our mission and our values. NEVER trust one under any circumstances, regardless of them appearing kind or helpful. They are only acting that way to manipulate and trick us."

"May I ask a question in return, Elder?", you asked in a calm tone.

It was a careful delicate dance around the principles of this Brotherhood and the man's unyielding view on people who's worst and best sides you came to experience while searching for your husband's killer. You could tell from the Elder's blank expression that your audacity to push this subject further after his warning irritated him. However, what you couldn't see was that, deep within the inner turmoil that defined Arthur Maxson, he almost relished in the fact that someone finally dared to challenge him fearlessly yet respectfully. Unlike most recruits who blindly followed his every command upon stepping foot on the Prydwen, which certainly smoothened the daily operations of the Brotherhood, you possessed a spark of individuality that intrigued him, one that each of the others lacked. After all, it often was this very spark that led to great deeds, exceptional knights for the Brotherhood. Perhaps, it was even the same spark that had propelled him towards his current role as the Elder of this faction.

"Very well. Go ahead and ask", his eyes were locked on you now.

"How can one make sure oneself isn't a Synth?"

This clearly caught him off guard, he was expecting the usual question about why every one of those machines would pose a threat but this was something new. You sensed his hesitation to answer so you elaborated further.

"I come from a time where Synths didn't exist, they are, as so many other things in this world, new to me and I clearly experienced them differently than the Brotherhood did. So how I would I know that I'm not one of them? Or anyone else around me for that matter?"

Maxson seemed puzzled by your question, as if he had never considered it to this extent before and while he had to admit that you made a valid point, he remained determined never to openly acknowledge this fact to a new recruit.

"The Institute wouldn't dare to put one of their own creations in the Brotherhood of Steel on purpose. We've also taken measures to make sure a Synth cannot infiltrate us in any way. A Synth is a machine, and therefore I know that I am not one. And neither are you."

The corners of your mouth twitched into a faint smile, pleased to see your plan unfold perfectly. He didn't need to voice it out loud for you to detect the subtle indications of doubt, the hint of hesitation as your question struck a nerve, and in just a fraction of a moment, it became apparent to you that beneath the hardened and austere exterior carried by the Elder, there laid something more concealed.

"Thank you for reassuring me, Elder."

"You're dismissed, Aspirant", you nodded and turned around but stopped when he continued, the severity in his voice returning, "as a former soldier you should be aware of the consequences of questioning your superiors. You'll be cleaning the showers and latrines down at the airport, all of them. Consider this your first assignment and a lesson. Welcome to the Brotherhood of Steel."

You let out a sigh as you made you way towards the elevator. After spending over two centuries in cryo sleep, waking up in a desolated Wasteland to join a faction like an army, only to be punished with the task of cleaning their bathing facilities for asking a single question. Was it truly worth it? You chuckled to yourself as you pressed the button of the elevator, a triumphant grin spreading across your lips. Yes, it was. You struck just the right nerve to get a faint glimpse underneath the Elder's stoic surface and you were determined to take whatever punishment he'd throw at you if it meant you'd finally get through to him. There more to him than he'd show and you were too intrigued to let it slide.

Little did you know that Arthur stood by the window, observing the bustling soldiers moving around the main airport building just underneath the Prydwin. His mind was consumed with thoughts of you, the timeless woman, who wiggled her way into the Brotherhood, the same mischievous yet well meaning spark in her eyes he was all too familiar with. He knew exactly what game you were playing with your question. But two could play this game, he thought to himself, a hint of amusement curving his lips. He'd see how you dealt with the punishment. What secrets could he winkle out of you? Suddenly a trembling sigh escaped his lips. Would he be to resist you if the mysteries around you would turn out to please him? Only time would tell, for now, the most important was to free the Commonwealth of the Institute's threatening claws. Ad Victoriam, he mumbled to himself, closing his eyes as he desperately tried to banish the images of you from his mind.

This recruit would either be a curse or a blessing and the very least, a challenge.

Chapter 2

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Coming online today to see sooooo many reblogs 😱

Shout out to @kittenlover614-fanfic-reblog for all the reposts ❤️ you're awsome 🥰 (and I absolutely love the flag on your profile pic 😏)

#thank you #thanks for the reblogs #this makes me so happy

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Playing the BoS arc in Fallout 4 is absolutely nerve grinding 😤

I just hate Maxson and his awful personality....but damn look at him 🥵

I gonna give him a more bearable, less shitty personality in my series so he can be banged without a bad conscious 😂

It's gonna be a lot of work 😅😂

#elder maxson #maxson is horrible #but damn he's hot #fallout 4 #fo4 #arthur maxson #elder maxson fo4 #maxson fo4 #maxson fallout 4

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Heart for hire

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Summary: It has been some time ago since MacCready and you found each other when you first stepped into the Third Rail. On the same day, after a year, you met again, same spot, same time to cherish in the memory of your first encounter.

Warnings: none I think...

Notes: slightly off canon and I haven't played MacCready's affinity arc yet and no review, this was typed and posted^^ living on the edge despite constant anxiety *whoop whoop* xD

Part 1

Robert spotted you as soon as you walked down the stairs, wearing the exact same blue vault suit you had donned a year prior when you first stumbled into Goodneighbor. A genuine grin unfurled on his face as you casually ambled towards him. The notion that, after all that happened with Lucy, he was fortunate enough to discover love again, still seemed surreal to him. But he knew better than to turn away from the blessing that slept 210 years in a vault only to find him shortly after waking up. Your steps halted in front of the table he was sitting at, humming innocently to yourself as your gaze trailed over his figure. From his seat, MacCready lifted his gaze, his eyes squinting marginally as he mustered all his fortitude to maintain a neutral expression.

"If you're preaching about the Atom, or looking for a friend, you've got the wrong guy. If you need a hired gun… then maybe we can talk."

A soft chuckle echoed within you as he reiterated the same statement he had flung at you one year ago.

"What makes you think I'd be an Atomite? And who knows? Maybe you'd want me to be your friend?"

He snorted softly, the corners of his lips curling into a familiar amused smile from back then. His little vault dweller sauntering through the Third Rail, tossing back her audacious retort with the same bravado.

"I don't make friends", he threw back at you playfully, followed by a flirtatious wink, "I fear we'd get too close and our lips might accidentally touch."

Innocently, you shrugged, drawing a chair beside him and settling down. You evaded his look as if it were a blazing inferno, fearful of being consumed by its flames, incapable of continuing the little teasing game the two of you were playing.

"Oh you know, I was told that accidents tend to happen quite a lot in the Commonwealth."

Grinning devilishly, you reached for his beer, took a hearty gulp before putting it back on the table, finally holding his gaze. His face contorted into a mock surprise, melodramatically placing a hand over his heart.

"The nerve of you!"

You signaled to Whitechapel Charlie for another round and shifted closer to MacCready, inhaling deeply to steady your nerves as you savoured the unique blend of Gwinnett pils and gunpowder that marked his scent.

"You seem a little young to be a hired gun. Tell me your story and the next few drinks are on me."

Charlie's interrupted you, the robot hummed cheerfully as he placed the beverages on the table and disappeared again. Robert exhaled sharply, consuming half of his beer in a single gulp to steady his nerves.

"First you're drinking my beer, and now you want to hear my life story… What's next? My social security number?", he quipped.

You chuckled at his comment, your heart almost melting at the fact that he would remember the little things you told him about the life you lead before the war.

"I'm simply intrigued by this handsome man sitting all alone in a place like this, plus I have no other engagements for tonight, so if you'd be so kind and satisfy a lady's curiosity", you whispered enticingly, your fingers playing around the bottle's neck, moving up and down before taking a drink.

The more your fingers played with the bottle, the more MacCready found himself fixated on them, suppressing an urgent groan that welled up in his throat.

"Handsome man, huh? Well, there's not much to tell… stuck in Little Lamplight, never knew my parents."

He finished off his drink, releasing a contented sigh as the mild buzz from the alcohol gradually spread through his body. A calm evening, no impending disaster in sight, there was no other place in the whole Wastelands he'd prefer over this very spot.

"My, my, what a tragic story", you gently stroked his shoulder, your fingers leisurely tracing a path down his torso, "but the poor handsome merc hasn't told me his name yet. Or is that as mysterious as his past?"

Your hand settled flat against his chest, sensing his heart rate quickening beneath your touch. His lips quivered subtly under your gaze, struggling mightily to suppress the temptation to kiss you.

"That's a mystery for you to figure out", he leaned closer to you and whispered, "but I have that very close friend who calls me Mac."

A soft laugh escaped your lips as you recalled the moment you had chosen that nickname for him when he first revealed his name. It took him some time to get used it, persistently expressing his displeasure at the moniker you had chosen until the day his heart succumbed to your affection. Since then, the once hated nickname became the song your heart sang to his each day, a tender tune he would never tire of. MacCready felt the threat of drowning within the craving sea of his desire for you, the screaming of his longing for you grew deafening, making it impossible for him to continue denying your lips. His arms wrapped around your waist, drawing you from your seat to his welcoming lap, as his lips passionately locked with yours. Only when breath became a necessity did you part, gasping and laughing softly as you affectionately rubbed your nose against his.

"Having met you, having you this close to me has made me happier than I've ever been before", he murmured, his face nestled in the curve of your neck.

A year ago, he lingered alone in the Third Rail, drinking to numb his mind, a desperate attempt to escape the sad truth of a dead wife and a son in the merciless grip of an unknown plague, well aware that the gunners might show up and finally put a bullet through his head to end his despair-ridden existence. But instead a different kind of trouble found him that night, the kind of trouble that would plant its roots in his heart, flourishing and growing into the most beautiful thing he could have never dreamt of. It took him quite some time to finally see the true blessing of you choosing to annoy him that night, stubbornly clinging to his side and dragging him along while fighting for the freedom of the people in the Commonwealth and to free your son from the clutches of the Institute. You were the silver lining on his horizon, the sunshine he had eagerly waited for after enduring numerous calamities in his existence. His thoughts fleetingly flitted back to the silver ring he had spotted in Fallon's basement shop back in Diamond City. Maybe he'd quickly drop by tomorrow, praying that it had not yet been purchased by someone else in the meantime. He had not yet planned on how exactly he'd ask you How he would propose was yet to be determined, but his conviction was unwavering - he desired, no he needed, you to be his wife, being bound together in love. Eventually, he dreamt of a time when your sons both would reunite with you and in good health, finally enabling you both to enjoy the serene family life that both of you longed for.

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Bona Fides

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Summary: a few drabbles about Deacon and his desperate attempt to hide his growing love for the sole survivor (reader)

Warnings: none for this one, just a friendly banter :)

Notes: I went a bit off canon for this one as I never understood why the Railroad didn't take parts of Covenant as their new base^^

Part 1

You've been aiding the Railroad non-stop, going from one mission to another in order to save as many Synths as possible. Deacon greatly admired your empathetic nature, which has led to a fast and close bond between the two of you. After getting rid of the Synth hunting inhabitants of Covenant, you helped the Railroad establish a new headquarters in doctor Patricia's underground facility nearby, while you and some settlers occupied the well-protected houses within Covenant's walls.

In the back of the old prison cell room, Deacon sat alongside Tinker Tom, offering his assistance in assembling a new gadget, or, more precisely, he read one of his pre-war books while listening to Tom's enthusiastic rambles about the device he was currently tinkering with. Deacon's excitement soared when he heard footsteps approaching the entrance, he'd take anything to distract him from the tasks at hand hell even a deathclaw crashing through that door would beat the boredom. Moments later, you walked in, and you and Desdemona briefly discussed the mission while you handed her some of the holotapes you found. Deacon couldn't contain his joy at the sight of you and eagerly rushed over, enveloping you in a tight hug, planning on not letting you go away again. It had only been a few days but the lack of your presence left its marks on him.

"Well, well, look who finally decided to show up! I've missed you, Charms!", Deacon exclaimed with a broad smile, releasing you after a moment.

"Hey Deacs! How ya doin'?" you chuckled, trying to hide the slight blush that crept onto your cheeks from the closeness of the embrace.

The man laughed at the nickname, brushing his fingers through extensively styled black hair before crossing his arms and leaning against a nearby table with a satisfied grin on his face.He found it quite endearing, the way the corners of your mouth twitched ever so slightly as soon as your eyes locked on his, the pinkish hue on your cheeks whenever he touched you, whether hands brushing against each other by accident or in a hug like before. All this made him feel giddy, a sweet tingling within his stomach, quickly spreading through the rest of his body until he felt light as a feather.

"I'm doing great as ever; been working on this new device with Tinker Tom for some time now. We made some great progress today. It's definitely going to help us with a few missions."

"You don't even know what this thing is besides you were just reading while I did all the work!", Tom exclaimed, looking up and giving Deacon a playful glare.

Desdemona chuckled and went back to analysing to the holotapes, hoping to find something useful that would finally allow them to take on the Institute.

"Everyone's gotta do what they're best at," the spy shrugged, turning to you, wrapping an arm around your waist to lead you away from the other members, "now it's your turn. What went down while you were out? Heard there was quite a stir up out there."

"Oh, you know, same old, same old! Taking out raiders, petting molerats...", you shrugged nonchalantly.

"You really need to stay away from those things", Deacon rolled his eyes with a smile, "I get that they're somewhat cute but damn."

"Well, perhaps I require the company of someone more experienced and more in tune to this time and world to accompany me, so as to prevent me from making any further mistakes," you playfully challenged him, a grin spreading across your face.

"Are you really suggesting that I accompany you on your next mission? I mean, I could... if you'd want me to. So you got yourself a deal.", he responded, unable to hide the hint of excitement in his voice.

You felt your heart skip a beat at his words. Since the moment you first met, disregarding the fact that he had been spying on you from exiting the vault for the first time up to your arrival at the Church, there hadn't been a single moment when you didn't want him by your side. He had become your guiding light in this crumbling, forsaken world you didn't seem to belong in, and he grew more and more on you with every passing moment. Trying to suppress the blush creeping up your cheeks as thoughts of how much you missed the charming spy consumed your mind, you rummaged through your backpack and triumphantly pulled out a full bottle of whiskey that you had found in an abandoned house along the way.

"Look what I've stumbled upon!", you proudly announced, "would you care to join me as I open this and finally get some well-deserved rest tonight?"

Deacon's eyes sparked with excitement as he laid eyes on the bottle, swiftly snatching it from your grasp with a mischievous grin.

"Ooooh Charms! Why didn't you show me this earlier? Let's head back to Covenant, to my room, I got a set of the comfiest chairs and and I know just the thing to mix with this to make it even more delicious, trust me on this one. One of my favourite pre-war recipies and I absolutely need your expert opinion on my mixing skills."

"Firstly, I never said it was yours to take. I merely invited you to share a drink with me. And secondly, you won't want my opinion on adding a simple Nuka-Cola to this fine liquor," you huffed, attempting to snatch the bottle back from his clutches.

Deacon maintained a tight grip on the bottle, his smirk widening as he reveled in the playful banter exchanged between the two of you.

"Oh, I know that. But that's not the point here. I just don't want anyone swooping in and swiping it from me, I mean us of course. And let's be clear, I wasn't just asking either," he chuckled softly, dramatically raising the bottle in the air. "I claimed your invitation and accepted it. So, according to the unwritten law of the Commonwealth, this is now mine."

You rolled your eyes in feint annoyance and playfully slapped his shoulder before starting to walk towards the exit.

"According to my very own unspoken rule, if you don't follow me, you won't have the pleasure of my company. I'm going to get some much-needed rest now, whether you join me or not."

Deacon burst into laughter at your remark, a broad grin forming on his face as he walked after you, his steps matching yours as his eyes constantly darted between your figure and the path ahead. You couldn't help but feel a flutter in your chest every time he looked at you like that. There was something different about his laughter today, a raw honest hint of truthfulness that rarely simmered through his carefully constructed facade. Although it felt like you were blessed to witness it more frequently lately as if it only ever appeared within the closeness that connected both of you.

Little did you know that Deacon had been hiding a secret, one that weighed heavily on his mind with each passing day. One more secret among the many that shaped his true self and yet this one would be harder to keep, unable to prevent it from dripping slowly though the cracks of the person he created to shield himself from the world. It was, or more like, it wasn't simply friendship that bloomed within him, it held a deeper meaning. Dangerously, love had taken root in his heart yet again, despite his experience with Barbara, and it grew stronger with each moment spent by your side. He longed to tell you, show you somehow, but the fear of rejection and the pain of a broken heart held him back. After all, he was a fraud, a man with a false identity, a hidden past, flaunting proudly his ability to shroud himself in a mysterious mist of lies. How could he possibly reveal his true feelings without jeopardising the friendship you had? Insert something Shakespearean involving death and your inevitable doom here, he thought to himself. Love and happiness was not for the likes of him.

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Deacon x sole survivor

Bona Fides

a few drabbles about Deacon and his desperate attempt to hide his growing love for you

Part 1

Robert MacCready x Sole survivor

Heart for hire

It has been some time ago since MacCready and you found each other when you first stepped into the Third Rail. On the same day, after a year, you met again, same spot, same time to cherish in the memory of your first encounter.

Part 1

Elder Arthur Maxson x Knight reader

Heart of Steel

You are a former soldier before the Great War, frozen in the vault only to wake in a world you didn't recognise anymore with your husband killed and your son kidnapped. You stumble through the Commonwealth, having searched far and wide with Detective Valentine for your son until you stumble upon Paladin Danse at the Police station. His Brotherhood wakens your desire to belong somewhere again and so you join them, but upon meeting Elder Maxson you weren't sure anymore if it really was the right decision....

Chapter 1 - Welcome to the Brotherhood of Steel

Chapter 2 - coming soon...

Nick Valentine x sole survivor

Coming soon....

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Aaaand another one ❤️🥰

“Now that’s a view.”

Can’t stop won’t stop. I decided to do a redraw of this scribble from a couple months back. Was gonna wait and post this tomorrow, but I'm in a good mood. Have a treat.

#deacon fallout 4 #deacon fo4 #amazing art #this is beautiful #too hot to handle #i love this so much

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Sorry for the spam but I'm developing a slight obsession with these amazing artworks and Deacon 😅🥰

"Absolutely, and my eagerness is totally unrelated to wanting a smoke break."

I love, worship, and adore the male companions - especially Deacon - in the Evil Detective outfit. If you don't have this mod, go get it (the female version is pretty killer, too).

Playing with shading today, which is... not my favorite thing, but it came out okay I guess. It just REALLY needed it on the skin and shirt, and then you can't really stop.

#amazing art #i love this so much #deacon fallout 4 #deacon fo4 #wonderful art #this artist is freaking awsome

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This...🥵

"New business model: we team up with a mortuary. You see where I'm going with this, right?"

Inspired by @odd-ball-out 💖

#too hot to handle #wonderful art #deacon fallout 4 #deacon fo4 #deacon is the best #falling in love

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"Back before I met you, I'd go whole days without massacring a bunch of things. Honest."

I love this man too much. I'd say send help, but it's too late for me. Save yourself.

#deacon fo4 #deacon fallout 4 #deacon is the best #wonderful art #this is beautiful #i love this so much

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After giving it some time and thought, I had to admit that writing neither feels the same nor right at this moment 🥺 I feel drained and life out there keeps on throwing rocks at me 🤕 so I'll be taking a break and I'll try to get stuff ordered and regain some energy 🤞🏻

#writers block #i’m so exhausted #i need a break #break from writing #see you soon #back to health #i'll come back soon #i promise

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*sigh* Minthara...I'd murder the Grove twice for her if she demanded it and if it was possible 🥰😂

Poison kiss

Minthara x Tav (Galatea)

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A/N: Minthara's poisoned kiss happened to my Tav the other day and I couldn't be happier. I decided to write a little something, with my own spin on the scene.

It was almost like a ritual. Everytime she wanted one, Galatea would ask “Can I kiss you?”, and everytime, Minthara would reply with “I am yours. Come to me.”

The drow strided towards her, grabbing the tiefling by the back of her neck and bringing her head forwards, kissing Galatea roughly. Minthara was domineering, her tongue pushing past her partner’s lips as the tiefling held her waist, moaning slightly. The drow kissed like she fought in battle - hard and fierce.

Once they were done, the drow’s hand stayed on her cheek for a moment, the two looking into each other’s eyes, smiling softly.

“You give me courage.” Minthara said after they broke apart.

Galatea smiled at her. “You t-” The tiefling swayed in place, not finishing her sentence. Minthara frowned, calling her name. Galatea’s body slumped forwards as she fell, and the drow was quick to catch her before she hit the ground.

“My love?” She said, worriedly. She put a hand on the tieflings cheek, and tried checking for any mysterious injury when she realized what had happened.

Minthara was quick to use a lay on hands to cure her lover and soon, Galatea was waking up.

“What…what happened?” The tiefling asked, confused.

Still holding Galatea, Minthara smirked. “Apologies. It seems that a trace of drow poison still clung to my lips after I took it this morning.”

Galatea put a hand on her face and sighed. “Minthara…why were you drinking poison?”

“I take small doses of various toxins with my meals to build immunity.” The drow traced her thumb on Galatea’s bottom lip. “You should do the same.”

“I could consider it.” The tiefling raised a brow, smirking. “But only if you kiss me again.”

Minthara chuckled and bent her head down, kissing her again, this time, more passionately.

In the distance, Astarion, upon looking at the scene, shouted “Go to your tent, you two!”

The drow quickly stopped and shot him a murderous look. She stood up, helping Galatea, and said “Just a moment. I must show the little vampling what happens when I am interrupted.” She gave her a quick kiss on the lips again and marched towards the elf, who had began running.

Galatea laughed, shaking her head. ‘By the gods,’ she thought, ‘I love her.’

#minthara bg3 #minthara baenre #minthara is the best #sexy drow lady

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#the truth #i relate

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Helloooo! I was just wondering if you ever take requests or fic ideas? I do have one for dracula if you were interested. I read the first part of your fic for him and enjoyed it very much!!

Hey 👋

Sorry for the late reply 😅 I do take requests but I can't promise how long it'll take to write them as I'm usually writing as I get inspiration or with what I'm currently obessed so it might take a while 🙈 I'm glad that you liked the Dracula fic 🥰

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hrefna-the-raven · 24 days

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Screenshots + drabble

BG3 masterlist

Part 1

The tadpole, the warlock and the devil - part 2

Go to hell

(This scene never fails to make me laugh 😂 I thought it's time for a little twist of Gale saying this to Raphael instead of Tav 😁)

Raphael changed back to his cambion form, stretching his imposing wings with a sigh of relief as he made his way toward your tent. Dealing with his other clients had been particularly unnerving today, he pinched the bridge of his nose as the memories of numerous chases after those foolish mortals trying to evade their due payment of a failed bargain with a devil flooded his tired mind again. Passing the camp fire, the distinctive voice of the pesky wizard who recently joined your merry band of misfits brought Raphael back to reality and made him realise that the camp wasn't as empty as he had presumed.

"Go to hell", Gale chuckled, his gaze lost in the dance of flames.

The devil reprimanded himself for his carelessness but then the spark of a new idea amused him as his lips twisted into a mischievous smile.

"I barely arrived to raise a little hell up here and you wish to send me back again?", he mocked.

The wizard spun around, eyes widened in shock upon spotting the cambion. He approached carefully, brows furrowing as he inspected the infernal being.

"Your face bears an uncanny resemblance to a certain warlock's friend", the wizard grinned smugly, "but I find it hard to believe that he might just be that."

"How very right you are, I am so much more than a mere friend to her", the devil chuckled.

As amusing it was to toy with the, admittedly cunning, wizard, Raphael felt the twinge of pain in his chest at the sound his own words. They bore a dangerous truth in the twisted sense that he was indeed much more while the part he craved most to reveal remained cautiously hidden under layers of arrogance and a well calculated demeanour. As the patron of a human, he couldn't afford himself to display any weakness, neither to the fragile mortals nor to the denizens of hell. The love he harboured for you consumed him more and more, an irresistibly alluring pull towards his own downfall. So strong that he even failed to notice the wizard while mentally reveling in the anticipation of gazing at your deliciously surprised expression upon his unexpected visit. He, the embodied perfection of a creature of pure desire and cunning deceit, fiendish supremacy forged within the fires of hell, wasn't supposed to love. So it was almost natural that ridiculously simple questions infested his mind the longer this charade of a normal pact continued. Why did he crave your affection? Why would his supposedly cold heart yearn for the forbidden warmth of your love? How could he even harbour all these foolishly mortal emotions? You were his warlock, a tool simply forged to ensure his success or, in the vexing case of failure, the gain of another soul.

"No witty words left?", Gale taunted the cambion.

It appeared as though the wizard continued to talk to him while Raphael was being dragged down into the endless vortex of doubts within his own mind.

"My my, you must excuse me, Gale of Waterdeep, but this discourse has been so dreary I could hardly pay attention."

He dismissed Gale with a nonchalant flick of his wrist and proceeded to walk towards your tent. Gale turned his attention back to the warming fire, a self-satisfied grin playing on his lips. Having spent countless years engrossed in the study of magic under the tutelage of numerous esteemed wizards and their different airs and graces and including a very demanding goddess, he had honed an uncanny ability to decipher others and his intuition was telling him that there was more to you and the devil than either of you wished to reveal.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #raphael #raphael bg3 #raphael baldur's gate 3 #raphael x reader #reader insert #warlock #raphael x you #baldur's gate x reader #bg3 x reader #bg3 x you #raphael the cambion #gale dekarios #bg3 gale #hidden love #vulnerable devil

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hrefna-the-raven · 26 days

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Soul love

Masterlist - DD2 masterlist

Summary: a few drabbles that will be loosely connected to each other about the pawn falling in love with his Arisen

Warnings: SMUT (18+)

Notes: gender neutral version right after the original chapter :) I apologise, it being my first time writing a GN version of a story I lack the experience to write GN smut, I shortened certain passages a bit and the pawn still has a penis in the GN version (but they/them pronouns are used for pawn)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Part 4

You awoke from a strange dream as someone gently roused you, the instant your eyes opened the last fragment of its memory lost forever. Brant took a step away, his face brightening when he saw that you were in good health.

"Your Majesty, I came to see whe'er you were alright", he whispered.

You wondered for a brief moment why the guard captain spoke in hushed tones until you turned your head to the side. Your pawn was still asleep, one arm wrapped around your waist. He looked peaceful, with one side of his face nestled into the pillow and a faint smile playing on his lips. Whatever dream held him, it seemed to be a pleasant one. A wave of relief washed over you as you realised that he was unharmed. He had yet to wake up, but he appeared serene and free from physical harm. There was nothing more you could have asked for.

"I'm well, thank you", you turned towards Brant who nodded in response.

He informed you about the alarming news that Sven had shared with him after the coronation and explained in great detail what he believed needed to be done. He advised you to travel to Batthal soon. You nodded, attempting to ignore the gripping sensation in your stomach. Those were concerning news and the travel to Batthal would be a long and arduous one, especially after the events of last night.

"Will you require my aid with anything else, Your Majesty?", Brant asked.

"We will manage but we shall take today to rest before resuming our travels to Batthal."

"As you wish", the guard captain bowed respectfully before leaving through the front door.

"Arisen?", his voice still groggy and muffled through pillow.

You felt your pawn stir beside you, his grip on your waist tightening, pulling you closer as he locked you in a snug embrace.

"How are you feeling?", you asked softly, as if afraid of the answer.

The corners of his mouth curled into the most content and loving smile you've ever seen on him before he pecked your lips.

"Much better. I was afraid t'is would be my demise but something shattered the grip of the voice."

He spoke with uncertainty, yet his eyes betrayed the truth he dared not voice, fearing it would fracture the bond between you. You decided it was best to let the matter rest, you both were aware of your situation whether spoken aloud or not, you both felt the love that was growing with each passing moment.

"I decided that we shall take a day of respite. We have earned it before embarking on our journey to Batthal.", you informed him, recounting the information shared by Brant.

"The entire day?", his brow furrowing slightly in confusion.

You simply nodded and slid out of the bed, sauntering to the chest at the opposite side of the room.

"Ha!", you exclaimed triumphantly after a brief search, holding up a generously-sized bottle filled to the brim with an amber liquid.

"Newt liquor?", he asked, still slightly confused about what you were trying to get at.

"Yes, this and a visit to the bathhouse."

"But-"

"No!", you interjected firmly, "yesterday had been draining and we must allow ourselves this respite from our duties to continue with new found strength."

"As you wish", he answered, calling you by your name for the first time.

You were already soaking in the steaming water within of the secluded space you had claimed for the afternoon. Nervously you took a deep gulp from the liquor. As your pawn, he held a unique bond with you, one that had been forming for some time now and still, this held an unfamiliar edge to it. You'd planned this to be a calm day to replenish your energy but it felt different all over sudden, a hidden desire for more slowly breaking through the collected surface. Your trail of thoughts got interrupted when the door opened and he stepped inside, all bare save for a scant towel loosely draped around his waist. You swallowed, unable to divert your gaze from the sight of his alluring, near flawless physique. Without his braids, his long white hair fell freely down on his shoulders, a large tattoo of two black dragons silhouettes spitting fire at a dark blue tower adorned his chest along with a darker line of hair trailing from his navel down to the edge of the towel.

"Arisen", he cleared his throat, unsure on how to proceed.

You felt a blush spreading on your cheeks as you turned your gaze away, almost shivering in anticipation as you heard the towel drop on the floor and the gentle waves of the water rippled against your soft skin while he sank down into the pool, sitting next to you. To ease your jittery nerves, you swiftly took another swig from the liquor before offering the bottle to him. He gladly accepted and drank half of it, earning a chuckle from you.

"What?", he asked, an impish grin playing on his lips.

"You'll come to regret that later."

"But this I won't regret", came his resolute reply as he leaned in and kissed you.

The taste of the liquor on his lips was as intoxicating as it was thrilling and your lips parted in a half moan, his tongue slipping past them to deepen the kiss. The need for air forced both of you apart, panting slightly as his eyes found yours. There was a fire in them, burning ever so brightly since the incident at the palace. Whatever happened there had strengthened his resolve to be with you, not only to serve but also to love you. It had become his wish, his dream and his own will and you were more than willing to indulge him as you felt the same way. Neither the lack of a heart nor the world falling apart would prevent this love from flourishing.

He could feel the slow haze of the alcohol clouding his mind, dismantling the so carefully guarded walls hiding his true self as his fingers trailed along your thighs. He dug his fingers into the side of your hips and lifted you up on the edge of the pool. You gasped in surprise, spreading your legs instinctively for him to settle in between.

"Arisen, I desire you", he breathed, edging closer, his hard length pressing against your folds.

You moaned his name as your head fell back. You longed to feel him, for him to consume you, make you his as he was yours. You bucked your hips and he glided into you effortlessly, drawing out a long sinful moan from the both of you. As if made solely for you, his cock filled you up perfectly. His name spilled from your lips like a sacred chant, each thrust hitting that sweet spot time and again.

"Arisen", he groaned, followed by your name in a dangerously low groan.

Desire. It burnt like a wildfire through his veins, a searing heat coursing through every fibre of his body, urging him to thrust harder and faster, chasing the elusive and yet rapidly approaching feeling of his high. The way your walls clenched around his length drove him to the brink of madness, it controlled him, commanded him to continue, until the pleasure overtook his mind. The sound of skin slapping on skin, mingling with the ripples of water at every movement, were equally enticing and maddening to you. It epitomised the culminating love and desire you craved from each other. Suddenly everything became too much for you as the pleasure he bestowed upon you overwhelmed your entire body and you came undone, moaning his name while your hands dug into the soft skin of his butt cheeks, squeezing them tight, holding him in place. He succumbed to his own pleasure shortly after, a deep growl erupted from his chest, his cock twitching inside you, filling you with his seed. With heavy breaths he lifted you up and sank down in the warm water of the pool, leaving only your heads above the surface. He pecked your lips before tenderly resting his forehead against yours, all the while holding you in a tight embrace.

"You are my heart's desire, my Arisen", he murmured.

The ache in his heart was unbearable and yet it was so exquisitely beautiful - an untamed love coursing through every fibre of his body until it reached the very core of his soul. A soul...something he was presumed not to possess, but of its existence, he was resolutely sure, he did possess one and it loved you as vast and profound as the universe.

GN version

"Your Majesty, I came to see whe'er you were alright", they whispered.

You wondered for a brief moment why the guard captain spoke in hushed tones until you turned your head to the side. Your pawn was still asleep, one arm wrapped around your waist. They looked peaceful, with one side of their face nestled into the pillow and a faint smile playing on their lips. Whatever dream held them, it seemed to be a pleasant one. A wave of relief washed over you as you realised that they were unharmed. They had yet to wake up, but they appeared serene and free from physical harm. There was nothing more you could have asked for.

"I'm well, thank you", you turned towards Brant who nodded in response.

"Will you require my aid with anything else, Your Majesty?", Brant asked.

"We will manage but we shall take today to rest before resuming our travels to Batthal."

"As you wish", the guard captain bowed respectfully before leaving through the front door.

"Arisen?", their voice still groggy and muffled through pillow.

You felt your pawn stir beside you, their grip on your waist tightening, pulling you closer as they locked you in a snug embrace.

"How are you feeling?", you asked softly, as if afraid of the answer.

The corners of their mouth curled into the most content and loving smile you've ever seen on them before they pecked your lips.

"Much better. I was afraid t'is would be my demise but something shattered the grip of the voice."

They spoke with uncertainty, yet their eyes betrayed the truth he dared not voice, fearing it would fracture the bond between you. You decided it was best to let the matter rest, you both were aware of your situation whether spoken aloud or not, you both felt the love that was growing with each passing moment.

"I decided that we shall take a day of respite. We have earned it before embarking on our journey to Batthal.", you informed them, recounting the information shared by Brant.

"The entire day?", their brow furrowing slightly in confusion.

You simply nodded and slid out of the bed, sauntering to the chest at the opposite side of the room.

"Ha!", you exclaimed triumphantly after a brief search, holding up a generously-sized bottle filled to the brim with an amber liquid.

"Newt liquor?", they asked, still slightly confused about what you were trying to get at.

"Yes, this and a visit to the bathhouse."

"But-"

"No!", you interjected firmly, "yesterday had been draining and we must allow ourselves this respite from our duties to continue with new found strength."

"As you wish", they answered, calling you by your name for the first time.

You were already soaking in the steaming water within of the secluded space you had claimed for the afternoon. Nervously you took a deep gulp from the liquor. As your pawn, they held a unique bond with you, one that had been forming for some time now and still, this held an unfamiliar edge to it. You'd planned this to be a calm day to replenish your energy but it felt different all over sudden, a hidden desire for more slowly breaking through the collected surface. Your trail of thoughts got interrupted when the door opened and they stepped inside, all bare save for a scant towel loosely draped around their waist. You swallowed, unable to divert your gaze from the sight of his alluring, near flawless physique. Without the braids, their long hair fell freely down on their shoulders, a large tattoo adorned their chest.

"Arisen", they cleared their throat, unsure on how to proceed.

You felt a blush spreading on your cheeks as you turned your gaze away, almost shivering in anticipation as you heard the towel drop on the floor and the gentle waves of the water rippled against your soft skin while they sank down into the pool, sitting next to you. To ease your jittery nerves, you swiftly took another swig from the liquor before offering the bottle to them. They gladly accepted and drank half of it, earning a chuckle from you.

"What?", they asked, an impish grin playing on their lips.

"You'll come to regret that later."

"But this I won't regret", came their resolute reply as they leaned in and kissed you.

The taste of the liquor on their lips was as intoxicating as it was thrilling and your lips parted in a half moan, their tongue slipping past them to deepen the kiss. The need for air forced both of you apart, panting slightly as their eyes found yours. There was a fire in them, burning ever so brightly since the incident at the palace. Whatever happened there had strengthened their resolve to be with you, not only to serve but also to love you. It had become their wish, their dream and their own will and you were more than willing to indulge them as you felt the same way. Neither the lack of a heart nor the world falling apart would prevent this love from flourishing.

They could feel the slow haze of the alcohol clouding their mind, dismantling the so carefully guarded walls hiding their true self as his fingers trailed along your thighs. They dug his fingers into the side of your hips and lifted you up on the edge of the pool. You gasped in surprise, spreading your legs instinctively for them to settle in between.

"Arisen, I desire you", they breathed, edging closer, their hard length pressing against your folds.

You moaned his name as your head fell back. You longed to feel him, for them to consume you, make you his as he was yours. You bucked your hips and he glided into you effortlessly, drawing out a long sinful moan from the both of you. As if made solely for you, their cock filled you up perfectly. Their name spilled from your lips like a sacred chant, each thrust hitting that sweet spot time and again.

"Arisen", they groaned, followed by your name in a dangerously low groan.

Desire. It burnt like a wildfire through their veins, a searing heat coursing through every fibre of their body, urging them to thrust harder and faster, chasing the elusive and yet rapidly approaching feeling of their high. The way your walls clenched around their length drove them to the brink of madness, it controlled them, commanded them to continue, until the pleasure overtook their mind. The sound of skin slapping on skin, mingling with the ripples of water at every movement, were equally enticing and maddening to you. It epitomised the culminating love and desire you craved from each other. Suddenly everything became too much for you as the pleasure he bestowed upon you overwhelmed your entire body and you came undone, moaning their name while your hands dug into the soft skin of their butt cheeks, squeezing them tight, holding him in place. They succumbed to their own pleasure shortly after, a deep growl erupted from his chest, their cock twitching inside you. With heavy breaths they lifted you up and sank down in the warm water of the pool, leaving only your heads above the surface. They pecked your lips before tenderly resting their forehead against yours, all the while holding you in a tight embrace.

"You are my heart's desire, my Arisen", they murmured.

The ache in their heart was unbearable and yet it was so exquisitely beautiful - an untamed love coursing through every fibre of their body until it reached the very core of their soul. A soul...something they were presumed not to possess, but of its existence, they was resolutely sure, they did possess one and it loved you as vast and profound as the universe.

This was the last part of the story for now :) thanks a lot for reading these few loosely connected chapters <3

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