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Some pictures I drew for my friends...
Balgruuf the Greater (SKYRIM) for Range!
Bastien (my OC) for Yukisiro and Antoinetta Marie (OBLIVION) for Ulan!
Evgeny Rokov (Starfield) for Koppe and Mathis Castillo for Ma!
Shahvee (SKYRIM) for Robin and Nick Valentine (Fallout 4) for Aspara-dog!
I really enjoyed drawing them, thank you!✨
#fanart#the elder scrolls#skyrim#oblivion#fallout 4#balgruuf the greater#antoinetta marie#evgeny rokov#mathis castillo#nick valentine#shahvee#my oc#bastien
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WIP Wednesday
It is Wednesday and that means a sneak peek of a WIP is in order. I've got a lot of ideas backed up in my head, so what I've got is smaller and rough. Self doubts and all that have been playing merry hell on my ability to consistently sit down and write. I know that might seem odd, considering I've uploaded a handful of oneshots very recently, but I've been sitting on those for a while and just finally decided to offload them.
But we continue on and do our best because that's all anyone can ask for, right?
I'd like to tag @a-cosmic-elf @eridanidreams @staticpallour @aro-pancake and @lisa-and-shadow and anyone else who has something to share. No pressure to post, as always💖
My WIP this week is from the coming Rise of Libertatia series I've been kicking around for a while now. Yes, it's finally happening. Slowly and surely.
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Things were a mess. One would think someone like Delgado would be used to things falling to shit when he least wanted it to and yet there he was, pacing the floor of his office searching for a solution to the dead man in the middle of his front yard.
The farmhouse was supposed to be a quiet refuge for their growing family. A place for Sophie to play and Bella to raise her fancy chickens with their extravagant crests and dramatic plumage. Where the headaches and drama of stabilizing a criminal enterprise wouldn’t reach. A place where there definitely shouldn't be any dead men face down in the grass.
He just wanted a few months of peace. Bella had been on doctor ordered bed rest and it was everything Rokov and he could do to convince her to relax. Shinya and Jazz were the temporarily in charge of their still unnamed crew, under orders to only come to him if things took a complete nosedive. When Bella went into labor two nights before he even locked the property down to all but a very short list of guests and it was to remain that way until their family had fully adjusted to their newest member. Yet now that damn goon from Neon rested on the grass, feeding the dry soil his worthless blood.
The good news, if one squinted really hard at it, was that Fox witnessed the shooting and, as a ranger, could theoretically clear Delgado and Rokov as neither of them were the gunmen. The bad news was the dead man was Rodney Jenkins, one of Bayu’s personal guard, sent to the farmhouse by Bayu. Shot in the back of the head by another Bayu’s personal guard, Curtis Crawford. Why Curtis felt he needed to wait until they were on Delgado’s property, they still didn’t know. But the ranger was getting to the bottom of it with his deputy in the barn while Delgado and Rokov were forced to wait inside.
#atonalginger writes#wip wednesday#starfield fanfiction#starfield Delgado#Evgeny Rokov#Dellarov#oc Bella#would it be a story with these three if something didn't go horribly sideways?
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Starfield's Deadliest Faction
Ahh yes, The Crimson Fleet, a band of ruthless space pirates. Each member more bloodthirsty and fearsome than the last.
Take for instance, Evgeny Rokov, a money-hungry smuggler with long ties to the Fleet before a falling out. He'd do anything for a way back into Delgado's good graces.
And this is his bedroom. Please don't touch, Mr. Wilby. If he gets moved from his favorite spot, it makes him sad.
Also, do not reset the humidifier. His plant has very specific moisture requirements. He raised it from a seedling.
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I love Rokov. He's exceptionally chill. Post questline he asks you to come visit him. I mean... what a bro. He just wants to make money and retire on an island somewhere. And I love his little hat.
Also voiced by Vladimir Kulich aka Ulfric Stormcloak from Skyrim. 12/10
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oh but why did evgeny rokov's voice is sooooooooo
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WIP Wednesday
It's Wednesday, which means it's a sneak peek day! ANd I generally tag everyone who might have something to share :)
this snippet is is from the upcoming Bella fic, Shrouded Certainty, from the POV of Rokov
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Rokov stopped by the bar to ask for a rag and ice, flashing his bruised and bloody hand at the bartender. Without any questions the bartender pulled a clean towel from under the counter and wrapped it around a frozen bag of fruit meant for a blended drink.
“I’ll toss it on the tab,” the bartender winked, “she’s upstairs, booth 5. Bayu is running a little behind but should be up soon.”
“Thank you,” Rokov held up the frozen pack and towel before heading to the elevator.
The thumping music blaring on the sound system was subdued in the elevator, Rokov’s head grateful the VIP floor did not keep the same energy as the main floor. How Bayu could stand being in the club nightly, with the constant blaring beats, flashing neon lights, and noisy patrons, was a mystery to him. As far as Rokov could tell Bayu did not have the personality to enjoy such things. Perhaps Bayu liked watching the credits flowing into his coffers from his personal suite on the VIP level, keeping a close eye on little BorealUS in the floating booth.
Bella was sitting on the couch on the side wall, watching the bar below through the window, “he gave you a towel and something cold.”
“Mr. Dunbar had a sharper skull than I counted on,” Rokov joked as he stepped around the low table and came to sit next to her.
A bottle of good vodka sat on the table with two full shot glasses waiting.
“Let me see,” she turned and reached for his hand.
Rokov waved the injured hand, the fruit in the pack rustling with the movement, «It’s fine sweetheart. Don’t worry your beautiful head over it.»
«Did he put up a fight?» she asked, leaning over and picking up the pair of shots, holding out one for Rokov while cradling the other in her hand, ready to go.
«Not with fists,» Rokov accepted the small glass and tossed back the clear liquor with ease, Bella following suit and taking the glass from him as he continued talking, «but his looming death made his mouth run wild. Nothing I couldn’t handle, darling.»
Bella leaned into his side, resting her head on his chest with a hand slipping into his jacket over his heart, and pulled her legs up onto the couch. Rokov draped his arm around her, his hand coming to rest comfortably on her hip, and hugged her closer.
«What’s wrong?» she asked, her fingers tracing circles on the fabric of his dress shirt.
«What do you mean?» he asked with a low chuckle.
She sat up slightly, her soft green eyes searching his face, «usually when we’re like this your hand locks onto my ass like a magnet.»
«Am I not allowed to enjoy other parts of you?» he asked.
She continued to study his face, lightly chewing her lower lip as she considered what to say. Before she could find her words their expected guest walked in, flanked by the two guards that had been at the edge of the platform with Rokov.
#starfield#starfield fanfiction#the coemancer crew#atonalginger writes#crimson fleet#wip wednesday#Bella Cherise#evgeny rokov
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This has turned into a series I've realized...studies of starfield characters.
Reference for Delgado's portrait was taken by the lovely and talented @bearlytolerant. Frost, Rokov, and Sam's references were my screenshots.
#starfield#the coemancer crew#coemancer#crimson fleet#starfield fanart#evgeny rokov#sam coe#starfield Delgado#oc Frost#atonalginger art#you can tell which ones are sketches and which ones I put actual time investment in
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in my latest Rokov fic there is a chapter where he tries on some blue and purple swim shorts Bella picked out and I decided I needed to draw them. He wishes he had his sunglasses but he's also getting ready to get in the water with Sophie so better to not lose them...
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Evgeny Rokov
#atonalginger art#Evgeny Rokov#the coemancer crew#starfield#crimson fleet#starfield fanart#this fictional man has me in a chokehold
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Thank you for the tag and reminder @therealgchu!
I have something (sort of) different for today: a snippet of my Rokov fic! This isn't as spicy like the little sneak peeks I've been sharing in the discord but there is a brief mention of nudity so you've been warned. pg-13 here atm the fic itself will be explicit.
anyway...
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“So how conservative is the TPS?” Bella asked from the small bathroom as she adjusted her long dark golden brown wig. It made her look like her tia Maria and reminded her that many on her mother’s side said she looked like a blonde version of her abuela when she was young. She bit her lip and got to work tacking the wig down.
“Depends on the guest,” Rokov said from his small desk, “members come from all sorts of backgrounds, the common thread between them all is their love for tax write-offs.”
“Well that should make things easier,” Bella mused as she stepped back, flipping her hair back and looking over her make-up, checking her teeth, searching for anything out of place.
“How do you figure?” Rokov asked.
Bella came out of the bathroom, pulling the belt of the robe she’d slipped into before doing her makeup and installing her wig, exposing her bare midriff and cleavage, “you said I’d need to work the floor for gossip on Dumbrosky? Easier to get people to open up when they’re distracted, don’t you think, tovarich?”
Rokov let out a deep, husky laugh, trying his best to hold her gaze but she could see him struggling, “I couldn’t agree more.”
She leaned over to pull a dress from her bag, the robe falling open and exposing her breasts. She heard him let out a loud breath and his chair squeaked as he turned to the side, “you aren’t shy, are you?”
“Shy doesn’t get you far in the kind of work I do,” Bella said without looking up, “am I bothering you, captain?”
“Did that sound like complaining?” he asked.
She looked up and saw him appearing to look through paperwork on a tablet but she could see her reflection in the glass. She smirked and flipped the bird in his direction, just in front of her breasts.
Another husky laugh rumbled out of him, “okay, you caught me,” he turned back around to face her fully, “happy?”
“Da,” she shook out the slinky red number she’ll pulled from her bag, letting the robe fall off her shoulders. She glanced over at the captain to see him more admiring her face than oogling her body like she’d expected. She continued speaking using a subtle Russian accent, “if I didn’t want your attention, I would have had you wait outside.”
“That so?” he said softly.
Bella let the robe drop to the floor and pulled on the red dress, hooking the neck strap and smoothing the silky fabric, adjusting the neckline to properly cover her chest and untwisting the skirt. She was so busy getting everything situated she didn’t notice the captain had stood up, or was now standing in front of her.
“You are certainly going to get attention in that,” he lifted her chin, “you sure that’s safe?”
“For now,” she winked, “when it comes time to get the goods no one will realize it was Yeva.”
“So what’s the plan, tovarich?” he asked, his finger rubbing under her chin before letting go.
Bella started to pack everything back into her bag, “Tonight is the big opening night, right?”
“Da.”
“I’ll mingle, get a feel for the guests, the hosts of the event, and Dumbrosky. Find out when the award is given away so we can plan around that. I assume that will be a few days in so we’ll have time.”
“You’d be right,” He picked up her bag and carried it to the bathroom so she could load her tools and makeup case inside, “award ceremony is later this week. When you get on the main floor I can direct you toward the one managing the event.” He zipped the bag closed and added in a sarcastic tone, “she’s a delightful woman.”
“Fun,” Bella said with a bounce of her brows, “I can’t wait to meet her.”
“Let’s get you to the docking bay so you can get checked in,” Rokov said, his eyes taking Bella in again, “then the fun can start.”
#starfield#starfield fanfiction#crimson fleet#atonalginger writes#wip wednesday#starfield spoilers#Evgeny Rokov#Bella Cherise#the coemancer crew#This Rokov fic is taking long to finish because He and Bella have a lot to do...*wink wink*
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Hoist the Colors
The plan was for the remaining pirates of the true Crimson Fleet was to lay low, fill their coffers, and rebuild under a new name in a few years time. Let the dust settle from Naeva's rebellion and cull the numbers of her stragglers. Plenty of time for Delgado, Bella, and Rokov to build their family without the dangers and stresses of before. An uninvited guest reveals a plot that throws their original plans out the window, forcing them to accelerate their plans and hoist the colors once more.
The first two (2) chapters of Hoist the Colors, the first part of the Rise of Libertatia series is now live on ao3. It's rated E for violence that shows up later in the fic. You can find the chapters by clicking HERE
A preview from chapter 1
Things were a mess. One would think someone like Delgado would be used to things falling to shit when he least wanted it to and yet there he was, pacing the floor of his office searching for a solution to the dead man in the middle of his front yard.
The farmhouse was supposed to be a quiet refuge for their growing family. A place for Sophie to play and Bella to raise her fancy chickens with their extravagant crests and dramatic plumage. Where the headaches and drama of stabilizing a criminal enterprise wouldn’t reach. A place where there definitely shouldn't be any dead men face down in the grass.
He just wanted a few months of peace. Bella had been ordered by her doctors to rest and take it easy for the remainder of her pregnancy and it was everything Rokov and he could do to convince her to relax. Shinya and Jazz were temporarily in charge of their still unnamed crew, under orders to only come to him if things took a complete nosedive. When Bella went into labor two nights before he even locked the property down to all but a very short list of guests and it was to remain that way until their family had fully adjusted to their newest member. Yet now that damn goon from Neon rested on the grass, feeding the dry soil his worthless blood.
The good news, if one squinted really hard at it, was that Fox witnessed the shooting and, as a ranger, could theoretically clear Delgado and Rokov as neither of them were the gunmen. The bad news was the dead man was Rodney Jenkins, one of Benjamin Bayu’s personal guard, sent to the farmhouse by Bayu. Shot in the back of the head by another of the personal guard, Curtis Crawford. Why Curtis felt he needed to wait until they were on Delgado’s property, they still didn’t know. But the ranger was getting to the bottom of it with his deputy in the barn while Delgado and Rokov were forced to wait inside.
#starfield fanfiction#atonalginger writes#starfield Delgado#Evgeny Rokov#papa!delgado#papa!Rokov#oc Bella#au canon divergence#also Doc Melody Fox and the fam are here#because the Coes and Foxx are Bella's found family#starfield spoilers
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Snippet Sunday
Oh hey, it's Sunday and I've got another snippet from the upcoming Rise of Libertatia series!
I'm going to generally tag The Coemancer Crew and anyone else who sees this reminder and thinks "oh hey, I got something I want to share!" No pressure at all, just know you are invited.
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Rafa’s fussing intensified, grunts and whines turning into full on wailing. Delgado glanced at the antique clock ticking on top of the bookshelf and realized it was time for a feeding. Bella groaned and started to sit up but he stopped her, “I’ll handle him, you take it easy while Jay gets you packed.”
She studied his face, fear peeking through on what was to come, “you sure?”
“Absolutely,” he leaned in and gave her a tender kiss, “make your call, pack for the trip, let us handle everything else.”
She nodded reluctantly and let go of him. He stood up and made his way into the kitchen to prepare a bottle for the little boy. He tried not to think about Bayu and the approaching mess of taking him out while the bottle warmer did its job. Tried to not think about the stress Bella and the kids were going to go through jumping out to Jemison so soon. About the anxiety of being separated from them again. Bella being down two sets of hands with the kids and worried about both of them at the same time. Each bad thought he tried to mentally bat away like he did back in the Fleet before he met her. Except these bad thoughts moved like rubber balls, bouncing back with more force each time.
The timer chirped at him and he pulled the bottle, checking the temperature by shaking a drop onto the back of his hand before he walked back into the front room and over to Rokov, who was busy bouncing and cooing at their little boy. Delgado leaned in and nuzzled the top of Rafa’s head, whispering soothing words.
“You going to take him into the office?” Rokov asked.
“Yup, I can drop the blinds and lower the lights in there,” Del carefully accepted his crying son, “we can talk plans once the Aria lifts off.”
“Da,” Rokov gently rubbed Rafa’s head, “be a good boy and eat for Papa.”
Rafa’s wails intensified, as if answering both his fathers. Delgado slipped down the hall, tapping the controls for the windows with the bottom of the bottle while he slid the door shut with his foot. Little Rafa’s cries rattled his soul; they were more intense than his usual hunger cries. Do you know? He wondered as he sat down on the small couch in the corner of his office, do you realize what’s happening?
#atonalginger writes#starfield fanfiction#starfield Delgado#Evgeny Rokov#Papa!Delgado#Papa!Rokov#oc Bella#au#snippet sunday#the coemancer crew#before Del and Rokov wade into the Neon mess
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Siren of the Stars
aka the Rokov x Bella fic!
Siren of the Stars is rated Explicit for Sexual Content 18+ MDNI I'm not kidding the first chapter is the only one without any spicy so considered yourself warned.
You can find the whole thing on Ao3 by clicking the link here
A short excerpt under the cut
“So how conservative is the TPS?” Bella asked from the small bathroom as she adjusted her long dark golden brown wig. It made her look like her tia Maria and reminded her that many on her mother’s side said she looked like a blonde version of her abuela when she was young. She bit her lip and got to work tacking the wig down.
“Depends on the guest,” Rokov said from his small desk, “members come from all sorts of backgrounds, the common thread between them all is their love for tax write-offs.”
“Well that should make things easier,” Bella mused as she stepped back, flipping her hair back and looking over her make-up, checking her teeth, searching for anything out of place.
“How do you figure?” Rokov asked.
Bella came out of the bathroom, pulling the belt of the robe she’d slipped into before doing her makeup and installing her wig, exposing her bare midriff and cleavage, “you said I’d need to work the floor for gossip on Dumbrosky? Easier to get people to open up when they’re distracted, don’t you think, tovarich?”
Rokov let out a deep, husky laugh, trying his best to hold her gaze but she could see him struggling, “I couldn’t agree more.”
She leaned over to pull a dress from her bag, the robe falling open and exposing her breasts. She heard him let out a loud breath and his chair squeaked as he turned to the side, “you aren’t shy, are you?”
“Shy doesn’t get you far in the kind of work I do,” Bella said without looking up, “am I bothering you, captain?”
#starfield#crimson fleet#atonalginger writes#starfield fanfiction#Evgeny Rokov#Bella Cherise#starfield Delgado#the coemancer crew#starfield spoilers#starfield oc#Della#Rokla
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our fics are mainly Starfield but we also have fics set in the Dragon Age setting, Fallout universe, and WK40K Rogue Trader (video game by owlcat)
Starfield
Starborn Sagas series
!Starborn Sam Coe x oc !starborn Lila Aiza fics.
A Tale of Twin Starfarers series
Sam Coe x oc Doc Melody
currently only has stories featuring one of the twin but there are stories with Fox coming, I swear.
Tightrope Dance series
Delgado x oc Bella Cherise, Evgeny Rokov x oc Bella Cherise, eventually Delgado x Evgeny Rokov. This is the series that has Dellarov in it.
The Ranger and The Deputy
My longest fic to date, this is an AU where Delgado became a ranger instead of an outlaw/pirate. !Ranger Delgado x oc Kitty Lincoln
Fallout
His Deadly Hubflower
Vadim Bobrov x Sole Survivor Phyllis. a short trilogy.
Sunrise Over the Commonwealth
Series starring Sole Survivor Dawn Faulkner.
Dragon Age
Unlikely Alliance
No ship, general fic starring Alistair and Loghain
Warhammer 40K Rogue Trader
Order in All Things
Abelard x Rogue Trader
#atonalginger art#atonalginger writes#pinned post#Where to find my work#starfield#Dragon Age#Fallout 4#Warhammer 40K Rogue Trader#Sam Coe#starfield Delgado#Evgeny Rokov#abelard werserian#alistair therin#loghain mac tir#Vadim Bobrov
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Death of Peace of Mind
A new Rokov fic just went live on ao3! It follows Rokov and what he was doing/feeling through Work-Life Balance as well as explores more of his dynamic and relationship with Delgado. It's got angst, it's got hurt & comfort, it's got fluff. It gets spicy. Little bit of everything!
Because of the spice it is rated Explicit. You can find the fic on ao3 by clicking here!
This fic will conclude the Tightrope series and from here on out Bella, Delgado, and Rokov shenanigans will be under a new series coming around at some point :)
a preview below the cut!
Del was approaching, an amber colored drink with ice in hand and his natural vainglorious smile. It was odd seeing him in loud red and orange floral swim trunks with his scars and ink of display instead of his usual garb. A realization that he’d likely never see him wear that Crimson Fleet armor again hit him; the old blue leather armor had been hanging in the master bedroom closet in the party house since the first day there. Rokov grinned back, subtly looking Del up and down with the keen awareness that the family watched from the side.
“We saved you a seat,” Del said while motioning back at Bella, who watched from the shade in her little black bikini and big black-out sunglasses.
“You knew he was coming?” Sophie popped up and looked at Del with as scandalized an expression that the five year old could muster, “and you didn’t tell me?”
Del chuckled and closed the gap, leaning in and nuzzling Sophie, “it was a surprise.”
“I wanted to know,” Sophie pouted.
“Lo siento, mi conejita,” Del gave her cheek a kiss and motioned for Rokov to follow him, “come on, the shade will be much kinder on you in those dark colors. Tell me you brought lighter clothes for the rest of the stay.”
“Sorry to say I did not go clothes shopping before I left,” Rokov said as they joined Bella in the shade. He could feel the eyes of the Delgado clan on him and it made the hair on his neck stand on end.
“Mi osito, you’ll cook like that,” Del teased while tugging on the topmost buttoned button on Rokov’s shirt, “you can’t sit on the beach like that.”
Rokov raised his eyebrows, his eyes darting around to communicate the prying eyes of the many guests at the resort. It was drama enough for them to be there at all, the last thing they needed was his ink making the pearl clutching guests complain. He knew from his time working for Trident how quickly those with credits to burn would complain over anything that made them nervous.
Del ticked his tongue and waved off the wordless concern, the ice in his glass clinking as he motioned to his own shirtless torso and his collection of scars and tattoos, “you’ll be fine.”
#starfield#starfield fanfiction#crimson fleet#atonalginger writes#Evgeny Rokov#starfield Delgado#Bella Cherise#Sophie Cherise#yes the title is also a Bad Omens song
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Starfield
Starborn Saga
80k+ word romance novel set in the Starfield universe.
Rated Explicit for Graphic Depictions of Violence and Major Character death
With another successful jump, Lila is faced with an actual challenge in this new Universe. How will she handle finding a ghost from her past? And how will that ghost handle her?
The Navigation Table
A quick 1593 word fic. Rated E for sexual content. A quickie for a quickie.
With Goose busy working on his personal habs at the new outpost, Sam sees an opportunity for some one on one time with Lila on the War Bard and let loose for a quick, fun ride.
Unique Cargo
5,878 word oneshot starring Starborn!Sam, Lila, Goose, and newcomer, Ruby. Rated Mature for explicit language and some mature themes.
Sam, Lila, and Goose are back in the saddle with a newly finished Bitter Angel II and are off to hit a smuggler's ship for a test run. What they find is unexpected but they take on the new challenge head on because this Coe family shy away from a challenge.
Stowaway Savior
49,218 word story starring Ruby and Goose. Rated Explicit for Graphic depictions of Violence, and language. pulpy action adventure vibes.
Ruby always has a good read on people and situations. So when her older brother, Goose, decides to help a Rook she doesn't trust, Ruby decides to tag along, whether her family likes it or not. After she was proven right Ruby must get her and her brother to safety and wait for their family to find them, not knowing the UC has thrown a wicked curve ball into the mix.
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Rekindling the Heart
17,672 word story of Sam Coe finding a lost love from his past and their journey to finding happiness once more.
Rated Mature
Reclaiming Home
39,767 word story. Rated Explicit for Sexual Content and Violence
Sam and Doc find the survey of Andraste III more a challenge than they'd expected due to distractions. Finding a new, mysterious friend, handling the questions and curiosity of Cora, and of course their biggest distraction: each other. Will they take it slow? Or will they give in and reclaim what they lost so long ago?
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Work-Life Balance
15,783 word Delgado x Bella fic. Rated Mature.
Can they balance their Crimson Fleet business and the happiness between them? Can they shield little Sophie from the dangers?
Wanted to Say "Thank You"
5,102 word prequel oneshot to Work-Life Balance. Rated Explicit for explicit sexual content.
After a close call in The Lock, Bella decides to pay Delgado a visit after normal hours to thank him for all he did for saving her life and words simply won't be enough.
Siren of the Stars
15,082 word fic. Another Prequel to Work-Life Balance Rated Explicit for explicit sexual content
Bella gets her next major job for the Crimson Fleet: a heist on the Triton luxury cruise liner Siren of the Stars. See what happens as she finds herself working with the smooth talking captain, Evgeny Rokov, to steal not just from the GalBank Exec but Naeva Mora by snatching her prize out from under her.
Shrouded Certainty
26,177 word fic starring Bella, Rokov, and Del. Another Prequel to Work-Life Balance. Rated Explicit for Graphic Depictions of Violence and Explicit Sexual Content.
Bella has assured Delgado she can get the Shroud tech with a simple meeting with Bayu but things are far from simple when it comes to the Legacy and anything pertaining to the Fleet. How will Bella handle returning to the city of vice and violence?
Death of Peace of Mind
10,718 word fic starring Rokov, Delgado, and Bella. A sort of continuation of Work-Life Balance from Rokov's POV. Rated Explicit for Explicit Sexual Content
subtitled Work-Life Balance, Pt 2. Follow Rokov as he navigates the final days of the Crimson Fleet and copes with the fallout of the last confrontation between Bella and Naeva. An illuminating story that shows more of the dynamics between the big loyal captain and the King of the dying Fleet.
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The Ranger and the Deputy
101,622 words. In an AU where Delgado wound up a Ranger instead of with the Fleet, Constellation's newest recruit, Kitty Lincoln, finds herself wrapped up in a ranger investigation. Will she stay the course with Constellation's mission? Or will she go a different way, learning how to navigate the dangerous Starfield alongside the rough and wild Ranger.
Rated Explicit for graphic depictions of violence, explicit sexual content, and major character death ('offscreen' but major focus of the first case).
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Dragon Age
An Unlikely Alliance
6,757 one shot set in the Draon Age universe. This one is an older one I've uploaded to ao3. I'd shared it once so long ago (in 2015) and thought I should add it to my list.
Alistair has left the Wardens, again, and has hunted Loghain down. But not for revenge this time, now he extends the olive branch in hopes they can stop Clarel and the wardens before more people get hurt.
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Fallout universe
His Deadly Hubflower
10,849 word, three part series starring Vadim Bobrov and his deadly Hubflower, Phyllis "The Red Menace". Come see Vadim and Phyllis come to terms with their feelings amidst the chaos of the wasteland.
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Warhammer 40K: Rogue Trader
Order In All Things
7,247 words. Rated Explicit for sexual content. Set in Owlcat's Warhammer 40K: Rogue Trader. Abelard x Rogue Trader smut.
After a particularly distressing event in her quarters, Lord Captain Tessera calls upon the only soul on her ship she knows she can trust with her life. She is pleasantly surprised by just how dedicated her seneschal is at serving her.
#starfield fanfiction#atonalgingerwrites#Sam Coe#Starfield Delgado#Dragon Age#alistair theirin#loghain mac tir#Fallout 4#Vadim Bobrov#sole survivor#Evgeny Rokov#Crimson Fleet#atonalginger writes#Warhammer 40k: Rogue Trader#abelard werserian
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