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im-juggling-fandoms · 2 years

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A little scared never hurt nobody

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OC x Deacon Frost

A Blade fanfiction…

TW - mentions of self harm and depression.

Mature as hell, I have no shame 🤘🏻

It had been 6 days.

Or was it 7?

It was hard to keep track of time. The schedule was easy enough to keep track of, though. At my every woken minute, we fucked. We fucked to the point that I almost fainted from exhaustion which earned me an irritated growl from Deacon and him leaving me there, naked in the middle of his bed.

On the third day, he offered to turn me. He proceeded to explain the glory with being a vampire. What a miraculous gift it was to be something else than a dull human. Something faster, something sharper and something much more long lived.

My answer wasn’t what he wanted to hear. Probably not what he expected either.

I simply explained that I couldn’t do it. If I was so miserable as a human and had failed to end myself how could I proceed with being a vampire? I needed to know that I was going to die sometime in the future. Besides, the few things that at least brought me some kind of happiness, a warm sunny day on the beach was one of them. I just couldn’t do it.

Deacon was disappointed in me, I could sense it so heavily. I knew that he didn’t leave me naked and alone in the bed because he was angry with me but because he was frustrated that I wouldn’t join him and share all the benefits with being a vampire. Having sex for hours being one of the perks.

Yet, I couldn’t quite figure out why he kept me. He have had his way with me for days now and I had made it clear that I wasn’t going to join him, so what was left? I was dull, weak and his fucking food, as he so preciously talked about humans, which clearly means me as well. Even with that being stated quite clearly he kisses me, eats my pussy until I scream and makes a fucking mess and let’s me cuddle him until I fall asleep.

It was borderline insane behavior.

But, I didn’t have a complaint.

I wrapped the towel around my hair in an turban before I began dressing. This night he had provided me with a white knee length dress in cotton and a pair of black thongs. I sighed but dressed myself without voicing my disgust. I looked like that woman, Mercury, the he had around all the time. This was most likely her clothes. By the way she looks at me every time she sees me, I know for sure she would not be too happy to know that I’m wearing it but I rather not walk around naked.

I exited the bathroom and froze with the breath caught in my throat when I almost collided with Deacon. He stood leaned against the opposite wall from the bathroom door, a smirk forming on his lips as he got my reaction.

“Jesus, you scared me.” I said with a laugh.

“I didn’t think you were scared of anything?” He mocked with that smirk of his still plastered on his handsome face.

“Jump scares. It gets everyone.” I stated before shrugging.

“Mmm.. right.” He began, before closing the space between us with only two steps. “Krieger is out on something important, so you’ll have to get your own food tonight.” He finished, looking me over, as if I was some piece of meat for him to devour.

“Get my own food?” I asked, dumbfounded by what he was asking of me. There wasn’t any food here in this house for me to cook. How on earth would I be able to get any food without Deacon’s familiar?

“Yes. I presume you’ve done it before?” More sarcasm. “There’s a coat and some money on the bed.”

“You want me to go out of the house to get food?” I quickly asked, as he had laid out an coat for me to use.

“Oh. I’m sorry, princess, is it too much to ask?” He bantered me, before laughing lowly.

“That’s not what I meant!” I groaned, humiliated that he thought I was such a stuck up. I’ve done everything for myself since I was a kid. My family was pure shit.

“Go get you something to eat, baby, and I’ll see you later.” He said, kissing my ear ever so lightly as he brushed past me and disappeared as quickly as he had arrived.

I stood in the hall for a few seconds, looking in the direction he had disappeared in. Still debating if this was a test or if he really had offered me to go outside by myself, at night.

I could die, there was hungry vampires out there and he was nowhere near to protect me.

I could run.

I bit my lip as I entered the bedroom. As he had promised, there was a white coat on the bed. I went over to the bed and felt the fabric between my fingers. It was the same as the dress, simple cotton. I took it in my hands and smelled it.

It was an distinct smell of a perfume.

Must be Mercury’s too.

I sighed loudly but put the coat on, it fitted good, not perfectly but good. It felt a little tight over the upper arms and chest area but it’ll have to do.

I looked over the bed again, searching the covers with my eyes rapidly. No money?

I felt the coat with my hands and realized it had pockets. I brought my hands down into them and felt something. I brought it up for my eyes to see.

“500 bucks?” I laughed out. Deacon must have no idea about what food actually costs.

I shrugged and put the money back into the safety of the pocket and went out to the elevator.

It made a loud sound and opened the doors and I stepped in carefully. I pushed the bottom for the entrance level and stood back to wait for my descent.

It had been days since I last rode this elevator. Sally had been alive.

Sally..

I hadn’t had any time to mourn her I realized and it hit me like a fire truck.

I put my hand on the cold, steel wall and tried to breath properly while I closed my eyes. Soon, these doors would open and I didn’t know who I could come face to face with. I couldn’t show myself vulnerable.

I breathed in heavily and opened my eyes just in time before the doors opened.

I was so glad that I had collected myself because a pack of seven vampires stared back at me. In all varieties of ‘age’ and looks. I indifferently walked past them and as I brushed against one of the women she grabbed me roughly around my upper arm.

“What do we have here?” She spoke out, locking eyes with me. Hers a deep blue and slightly insane.

She showed off her pearly white fangs in a hiss but I remained in place, eyes locked with her without so much as an inch of fear vulnerable for her to see. I wouldn’t give her shit.

“Ey, ey, ey Trish!” I heard a familiar voice call out from the entrance doors.

Quinn came into my view and pulled Trish’s hand from my arm.

“What!” She exclaimed with adamant irritation.

“She’s Deacon’s. Don’t wanna mess with that.” He informed her as he shook his head.

She snorted but immediately looked away from me as if I all of a sudden didn’t existed.

The vampires moved forward to the elevator but Quinn stood left with me.

“You’re lucky I was here, Trish would’ve-“

“Shut the fuck up.” I growled at him, Sally’s beautiful face playing on repeat in my head.

He looked completely dumbfounded at me, like I was from some other world completely. I didn’t give two fucks about him as I left him alone there and went out through the entrance doors.

The cold wind welcomed me outside, I embraced it and the fresh air as I began walking determinedly towards.. I had no idea where I was going. I usually wasn’t in this part of town but this part must have a diner or something. I didn’t really care what kind of food it was. I just needed to eat so I could go back to Deacon’s and have him fuck me so hard into the bed that I wouldn’t be able to remember what happened to the only friend I had left.

I was all alone now.

As depressing as it was, I spotted something up ahead that must be a diner. I sped up a little and almost bumped into an old lady that eerily reminded me of my granny.

“Sorry.” I mouthed, but didn’t stay long enough to fire up a conversation with the woman.

My granny wasn’t a very good memory either. Not that she was bad, she was one of the good. But she died from ovarian cancer when I was thirteen and that left me without an safe house to escape to when my sister or mother acted out.

Our entire family was fucking bananas. In some way or another. A core memory hit me like lightening and made me stop right in my tracks, just before the doors to the diner.

I remembered something.

Granny used to have a brother that everyone thought was absolutely out of his shit. He used to talk about vampires and how they existed among us. No one believed him, of course. And then his family got murdered by some nut job and he blamed everything on the vampires. Everyone was mourning and cut him off because they needed to do so in peace. At least, that’s what granny used to tell me.

He was probably not crazy at all, poor man. Probably dead by now, though.

I inhaled and shrugged a little before I decided I needed to get inside the diner before anyone thought I was crazy.

I ordered some black coffee, pancakes and chocolate banana swirl ice cream. I ate in peace since the diner was empty besides me and an older man who sat with his face buried in some newspaper.

I payed the waitress and left a generous tip before I got out into the night once again.

“That coffee good in there?” An older man asked kindly, his face battered with age.

“It’s okay.” I told him and was about to continue towards my destination before the man spoke again.

“What’s a lovely young woman like yourself doing out here, so late?” His smile was crooked and the previous kindness long gone.

Vampire.

A voice inside my head told me sharply.

He took a few steps closer to me and I could feel my skin beginning to crawl.

Did I want to end it now?

Somehow, no. Not now. I needed to get back to Deacon first. I just needed to feel his skin on mine one last time before I-

Deacon!

“Don’t you dare come any closer, I belong to Deacon Frost and if you so much as bruise me, he will rip your fucking head off.” I growled at the man.

The man’s eyes averted in surprise but he nodded and put his hands down in his pockets and turned on his heels and walked away from me immediately.

Wow. That was… disturbing.

I put my hands in the pockets of the coat and walked as fast as my feet were able to.

I think I’ve highly misread Deacon. I mean, of course I knew he was powerful, he’s a goddamn vampire. What I didn’t expect was a random vampire to know exactly who he was and run away like a scaredy-cat when I mentioned his name. I just gave it a try since Quinn had done the same with the vampire Trish, it was just instinctive.

I got to the penthouses’ entrance, I entered hurriedly and almost threw myself into the elevator.

I had some questions, but I had no idea at the moment how to ask them. What do you even say? Hey, I just shouted at some random vampire outside to leave me the fuck alone because I’m yours, whatever the fuck that even means, and he didn’t blink twice before running away, ehm what does that mean? Are you some kind of a big shot in the world of the vampires?

It sounded stupid.

I got out of the elevator and was welcomed with pounding music, voices of ecstasy and laughter.

I sighed, but sought out the source of the noises and found everyone in the living room. The panoramic windows were opened out to the pool. Trish and a male were bathing. Quinn had two women at his side in one of the couches, taking turn to make out with them. Some vampires were sat down on the floor, talking vividly with each other, some were sitting in the other couches, enjoying the music. Deacon stood by the entrance to the pool with Mercury, he held his arm around her waist and it seemed as she was whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

It made me sick.

It made my head throb with venomous jealousy.

Even if I knew deep down that I wasn’t the only girl he had sex with. Of course I wasn’t.

Deacon turned around on queue and our eyes met. He smiled approvingly at my return. I could’ve just hopped on a train and never look back but I chose to stay.

“Why the fuck is that bitch wearing my clothes?!” Mercury screeched, one manicured finger pointing furiously at me.

The entire penthouse went quiet, everyone’s eyes went back and forth between me and Mercury.

“Because she doesn’t have anything to wear.” Deacon answered calmly and let go of her waist.

“I don’t care if she has to go around naked!” She wailed, “Take my clothes off, you fucking disgusting little human!” She demanded as she walked towards me determinedly,

“Mercury.” Deacon’s voice were filled with sternness as he spoke her name. Mercury stopped dead in her tracks and turned around to face Deacon.

If I didn’t told myself I must be hallucinating I thought I saw her become thousand times smaller as she bowed her head in shame and hurried out on the balcony, away from everyone’s eyes.

“Uhm,” Quinn cleared his throat, the two women on his sides only a few inches away from grabbing his crotch with their small and long fingers. “Let the party continue!” He brawled, “Music!” He mouthed to a young looking vampire in a white shirt who was closest to the boom box.

Deacon’s eyes scanned me still and when the music started blaring again my head cleared up from whatever fog that had overtaken it.

The imprinted picture of Deacon’s hands on Mercury made me sick to my stomach and I knew I was only a second away from starting to throw shit at Deacon because of it.

We couldn’t have that.

So, I turned around and walked to the bedroom and shut the door the hardest I possibly could without it breaking behind me.

I ripped Mercury’s clothes off of my body and threw them on the floor and grabbed one of the bed sheets and wrapped it around my naked body.

It felt as the time I saw my sister Tara with Jake for the first time, all over again. That immense pain that made me want to peel my fucking skin off. Anything, just to stop it from hurting so goddamn bad.

When I realized what that really meant, I started crying.

And I let the tears fall without so much as an inch of care anymore.

I had let myself fall for him with all the sex, all the intimacy, without even realizing it until now.

I, who had promised myself never to go through that jungle again, had ran straight through it without any recognition of it whatsoever.

How fucking stupid could you get?

This, this is what kills me. That’s why it never worked the first time.

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lenas-oc-chronicles · 2 years

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I'm so curious about their whole thing so for Sophia and Deacon questions # 2, 5, and 12.

That's fair! They're an odd match.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background?

Both of em. Sophia would have one of the two of them together, and Deacon would have one just of her.

Who initiated the first kiss?

It's a mutual thing. They both go in when the vibe is there and meet in the middle.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk?

Sophia 100000% She'd do it sober, too, but it'll be more entertaining if she's had a few.

#sophia dawn harding #oc: sophia harding #sophia harding #deacon frost #fandom: blade #blade #blade movie oc #blade oc #blade movie #blade original character #blade movie original character #oc #original character #sophia x deacon #oc ask game #ask game

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wilddragonflying · 5 years

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Fallout OC Interview

Stolen from @red-flare-art :p

Rules:

1) Choose an OC

I’m gonna do Kaili, because I love her, and I’m also going to do Anna’s responses as well, because she’s the newest one!

2) Answer questions as that OC

3) Tag 5 people to do the same

Er... I don’t know 5 people in the Fallout universe soooooo..... If you see this and you want to do it, consider yourself tagged!

1) What is your name?

K: My name is Kaili Swesson; pleasure to meet you!

A: Name’s Anna Levine.

2) How old are you?

K: Well, I was born on February 29, 2032, and it’s now almost October of 2289... So around two hundred and fifty-seven! Of course, I was cryogenically frozen from October 23, 2077 to October of 2287, so technically I’ve only lived for forty-seven years.

A: Old enough to know better than to ask people their age, Jesus.

3) What do you look like?

K: Oh, I’d say I’m a little taller than average, lean. Black hair, usually keep it in a bun... I do have some pretty distinctive scars. Mirelurk Queen acid is pretty damn painful. And I had an... exciting military career, Pre-War.

A: I look like one of those things that regularly tries to eat people, just with a bit more sanity in my eyes. I’m a fucking ghoul, the hell do you expect me to look like?

4) Where are you from? Where do you live now?

K: I was born in Boston, actually! I split my time now between Goodneighbor, Nuka-Town, and Sanctuary Hills, though, as far as ‘home’ goes. Generally I’m out wandering the Commonwealth, doing my General duties.

A: Some no-name town in California. Ended up in the Mojave area long before it was a nuclear wasteland. I’m a Courier now, so I don’t really call any place ‘home.’

5) What was your childhood like?

K: Oh, quiet enough. I had a few friends - Meg, actually, is a ghoul now! It was so shocking to find out she survived, especially living in the Glowing Sea as she did.

A: I spent more time with technology than people. Stayed true through my adult life, too. Not much has changed.

6) What groups are you friendly with? Are you allied with any factions?

K: I’m the General of the Minutemen, so I’d say that I’m pretty allied with them! The Railroad and I get along well, and the Brotherhood of Steel and I... Eh. Maxson and I have, ah. Discussed things. We came to an understanding.

A: Only alliance I have is with the guy who used to be my boss, is now a decrepit living corpse tucked away in an old casino. NCR and I are on friendly enough terms, I suppose, but we don’t do anything but business. I don’t trust anyone from any of the Strip families as far as I can trust them, though.

7) Tell me about your best friend.

K: Oh, that’s tough. My best friend growing up was Meg, absolutely. Always had a weird thing for technology, smart head on her shoulders! Nate and I... we were basically platonic soulmates, honestly. Only people we could trust after we mustered out was each other, so we ended up tying the knot. Now... Well, I’m friends with Gage, Hancock, and Preston, obviously. And Piper, Strong, Nick, Cait, and Curie. Deacon and I are as friendly as two people can be when one’s a pathological liar. I honestly couldn’t say who I would consider my best friend!

A: My best friend? Shes hanging on my back right now. She’s the ah.... silent-but-deadly type, if you catch my meaning. Her and the other friend strapped to my thigh, they both are. As far as living friends go, Veronica’s like a daughter to me, and Arcade and I get along well enough. Boone is my kind of guy, though. Like him a lot. We understand each other.

8) Do you have a family? Tell me about them!

K: Well, there’s Nate - he died, protecting Shaun. Shaun himself grew up to be a dick, so I don’t much like talking about him. Right now, all the folks I listed above, they’re the ones I consider family, honestly. I love them.

A: I... Don’t have a family now. Had one, back before the bombs dropped. Only recently got closure on what happened to her.

9) What about a partner or partners?

K: Oh, well. That’s a bit of an involved story? Preston, Hancock, and I, we’re all together. But while I was taking care of Nuka-World and the Raiders that inhabited it, I ended up falling for Gage, my right-hand man, and he fell for me. Things were complicated for a bit, but we eventually sorted them out. He doesn’t feel the same for Hancock or Preston as I do, though.

A: Cassidy and I got drunk together once, woke up naked in the Lucky 38 penthouse’s master suite together. We’re still friends, but I wouldn’t call us ‘partners.’ I guess closest I’ve got to that is Boone. Nothing’s happened there, don’t know if it ever will, but. Like I said before, we understand each other in a way no one else can.

10) Who are your enemies, and why?

K: Oh, definitely the Institute, considering that I blew it up. Raiders and Super Mutants, too, obviously. Anything and any one that poses a threat to any settlement or settlers in the Commonwealth, really.

A: Anyone who wakes me up before sunrise. Also Dean Domino, carried a grudge against that prick for two hundred years, finally got to take his ass out.

11) Have you ever heard of The Brotherhood of Steel? What do you think about them?

K: Yes, I have. I think that they could do an awful lot of good for the Commonwealth if they weren’t a huge bunch of racist, species-st, elitist dickbags. They learn to play nice with others and pull that giant stick out of their ass about technology, maybe we’ll get along better someday.

A: Heard of ‘em. Traveled with a couple of ‘em. I think they’re okay, depending on who’s in charge. Barely managed to talk Rob out of destroying their bunker, waiting for a chance to collect on that favor.

12) What about The Enclave?

K: I think they’re delusional, honestly. It’s been two hundred years. There’s no going back now, if there ever was. All we can do now is move forward, build anew.

A: Fuckin’ nuts, the lot of them. The fuck they think they’re gonna be able to do with the way tech is right now? The way the people have gotten used to the wasteland working?

13) How do you feel about Super Mutants?

K: I have... mixed feelings about Super Mutants. Mostly, they’re annoying, but easy enough to deal with when you’re as good with a rifle and shadows as me. But the suiciders? I’ve got... issues with them.

A: The lot up at Jacobstown is nice enough, and long as they don’t go making trouble, I don’t much care about them. Start making trouble, though, and I’ll be more than happy to drag Boone out and help take care of the problem.

14) What’s the craziest fight you’ve ever been in?

K: Well, I don’t exactly get into fights anymore, honestly. Not since my last Hostage Retrieval mission, back in the Pre-War days. Taking back the Castle with an albino matriarch Deathclaw was pretty crazy, though. Oh! One time, I sniped a raider on top of a skyscraper in the Financial District while I was on another skyscraper, and his body went cartwheeling through the air! That was pretty funny.

A: Hm. Well, board meetings back in the day used to be fucking insane, verbal fights to get funding, almost literal fistfights to keep another department from getting the funding mine needed. Nowadays... Big Empty had some weird shit in it.

15) Have you ever fought a Deathclaw?

K: As Sturges likes to say, I still had frost in my hair when I fought my first one! I tend to avoid them now, though, and they’re happy enough to avoid me. Except for Pipsqueak and Larry, but they’re special cases. Did you know that Deathclaws imprint? Like big scaly ducklings!

A: Ugh, yes. Can’t live in the Wastelands for two hundred years without fighting at least a dozen. Luckily the shitheads can’t climb, or it’d be a lot harder to fight them.

16) Do you like fighting?

K: I like sniping, taking out enemies without being seen myself. I don’t like hand-to-hand combat, though. I’d rather use Deliverer or a knife in close quarters, like in a building.

A: You don’t get to live this long without fighting, so it don’t really matter whether or not I like it. I’ll tell you what I do like, though: Outsmarting my opponents.

17) What’s your weapon of choice?

K: Tinker Tom built me a special rifle; I modded it a little to make the scope better, let it take more powerful ammo, but I love that rifle. Deliverer is great, too, and so is the blade Pickman gave me for not killing him. The guy was killing raiders, and I check up on him every so often, make sure he hasn’t moved on to settlers.

A: Silenced rifle or a blade. Best damn weapons for stealth you can have, and let me tell you: The Courier who moves quickest and quietest is the one who gets the package delivered.

18) How do you survive? Your wits, your charm, your skills, brute force, some combination? (a.k.a. what’s your S.P.E.C.I.A.L?)

K: I’m quick, quiet, and I can shoot the wings off a fly. I’m also good at talking, though usually I’m just talking sense. Unfortunately, that seems to have been lacking in the past couple of centuries.

A: Oh, I’m a talker - if you manage to see me, that is. I climbed my way up to Rob’s right hand woman, his head of R&D, you don’t get there without your mouth being able to back up your ideas.

19) Have you ever been in a vault? What do you think about them?

K: I fucking hate Vaults, I hate Vault-Tec, and if I ever meet someone who managed to survive who authorized any of those damned experiments, I’m shooting first and asking questions never. Vault-Tec preyed on innocent people, people who were looking for safety. I hope they all burned in nuclear fire.

A: RobCo got some pretty good contracts out of them, but... Well, I can’t condemn their experiments without also condemning myself. Be pretty hypocritical of me, considering I designed a lot of the tech that went into those Vaults. Nice to see it held up after 200years, though. Better than anyone else’s except WesTek and their Power Armor.

20) How do you beat all the radiation around here? Has it affected you?

K: Rad-X, RadAway, keeping an ear on my Pip-Boy’s geiger counter, and occasionally a suit of Power Armor or a hazmat suit if I can’t avoid the radiation.

A: Darling, no offense, but what the fuck kind of question is that? You got eyes, ain’t you? I’m a goddamned ghoul, that’s how it fucking affected me, and that’s how I beat the radiation, now. I still try to avoid it because I’d like not to lose any more of my sanity than necessary, but by and large, it’s not a problem I have to worry about anymore.

21) What’s your favorite wasteland critter?

K: Pipsqueak, definitely. And Larry, Pipsqueak’s son. They’re the only Deathclaws that haven’t tried to kill me, but only because they imprinted on me and treat everyone at Sanctuary like family, now. Dogmeat’s cute, too; first friend I made out in the Commonwealth.

A: Rex is an absolute gem and anyone who touches him will answer to me. I also like Nightstalkers; I can admire something that can move as quietly as they can, even if they are a pain in the ass.

22) What’s your least favorite wasteland critter?

K: It’s honestly a tie between Radscorpions and Yao Guai.

A: Cazadors, the fuck kind of question is that? No one in the Mojave likes those overgrown wasps.

23) How do you feel about robots?

K: Well, one of my best friends is a synth, Codsworth is a Mister Handy, Curie used to be a Miss Nanny but now she’s got a synth body... I like them. Long as they aren’t trying to kill me.

A: I like them, and they’ve got no choice but to like me. Bow down before the mind that created you, and all that.

24) How many caps do you have on you right now?

K: Um. A lot? I don’t know, I tend to do more bartering with goods than with caps.

A: Enough to get by.

25) Nuka Cola or Sunset Sarsaparilla?

K: Nuka Cola, definitely.

A: Sunset Sarsaparilla; you get tired of Nuka Cola after two hundred years with little else to drink.

26) Do you do chems?

K: Medical only.

A: Nah, not really. The occasional stimpak if something catches me off-guard, but other than that, I stay away from them except for bartering with them.

27) Do you ever think about the Pre-War world?

K: A lot. I grew up in this area, you know? It’s hard to walk around what’s here now and not compare it to the world I used to live in.

A: Sometimes, usually when I’m cursing out a broken terminal, wishing I had the tools I had back when I was head of R&D. Otherwise, I tend not to think about it too much. Why dwell on the past?

28) What’s your deepest regret? What would you do differently?

K: Hm, that’s tough. I don’t - You learned quick in the military that you can’t have regrets, because they’ll eat you alive. I suppose the only thing I would do differently is maybe try harder to find a way to reconcile the Institute with the Commonwealth, see if I could find a way to use their technology for good.

A: That I didn’t go looking for the Sierra Madre sooner. Maybe if I’d gone there right after the War... But that’s two hundred years ago. No use dwelling in the past, like I said.

29) What’s your biggest achievement? Or what do you hope to achieve?

K: Even though it’s my deepest regret, taking down the Institute. As much as I wish I could have found a way to reconcile the Institute and the Commonwealth, they were a threat. A big one. With them gone, the Commonwealth is a lot safer.

A: Kicking the NCR’s sorry ass out of the Mojave, honestly. The look on that general’s face when I faced him down with half a dozen upgraded Securitrons after having kicked the Legion right off the Dam? Priceless.

30) What do you want for the future? For yourself? Your friends? The world?

K: I want to make Nuka-Town into an even larger trading hub, start establishing lines of trade and communication with the rest of the continent. I want to push us further towards rebuilding, because we’ve survived for two hundred years - now, it’s time to live. Maybe one day I’ll hand over the reins, but for now, that’s what I want to do.

A: I... honestly haven’t thought a lot about it? For years, I was focused on surviving, then finding out what happened to Vera... And then I got swept up in Rob’s plans for New Vegas. I never looked any further than this, you know? So. I honestly don’t know what’s next. Maybe it’s heading into the Divide, finally seeing if I can’t meet up with this other Courier, the one I’ve been tracking and who’s been tracking me for months, maybe even years now.

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im-juggling-fandoms · 2 years

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A little scared never hurt nobody…

A Blade Movie Fanfiction Part 1

OC x Deacon Frost

So, I happened to rewatch my all time favorite movie Blade. And DAMN how could I forget Deacon? My vagina wonders.

Mature content and mentions of suicide and depression. TW!

My feet ached badly. Of course not anywhere near how much my heart ached, but that was a different matter. Sally had forced me into these high inch heels, telling me how much they fitted the dress she also forced upon me. Jesus Christ, help me.. She had dolled me up like I was just that, her personal little doll.

“Oh, come on Maria, don’t be so sulky!” Sally groaned as we began coming closer to the bar that she had picked out for the night. The crazier the better, right? I thought sarcastically as I watched a group of five entering the club, all of them dressed as funky ravers. Wow, Sally. We looked like two sexified Morticia Gomez’s and if everybody looked anywhere near the other group, we wouldn’t fit in.

“Let’s just go to our usual place.” I groaned, and stopped her in her tracks by grabbing her arm before she could holler at the doorman.

“Why?” She crossed her arms. “I really don’t see why you wanna punish yourself by going back there anymore.” Her hand at my shoulder were gentle and I knew deep down that she meant well.

“You’re right.” I said finally, holding my hands up in defeat. “Fuck Jake! Fuck the pissy club he’s working at!” I shouted out loudly, deserving myself a few looks from a couple of bystanders. I didn’t care. It had taken me some time to get that out of me. Jake.. the son of a bitch that made me completely mad. The reason as to why my wrists were covered in bracelets, not only for the fashion but also to cover the noticeable wounds, soon to be scars, that I did to myself with a hunting knife after he had told me that he had fallen in love with my older sister, and she of course, had fallen in love with him. Not only did I lose the love of my life, I lost my own goddamn sister. It made me hate humanity, hate myself, hate everything. Sally was a fresh sunshine in my other so dark and depressed life. She tried with all her might to bring a smile to my lips and I had to at least try.

“Let’s do this.” I said and Sally jumped up and down in excitement before she grabbed my hand and lead me towards the entrance.

The muscled doorman with a Mr-T-look looked us up and down, a little too long. I was just about to say something when he got out of the way and gestured for us to come on inside.

“Have a wonderful night, ladies.” The doorman said with a chuckle as we brushed past him.

“What a fucking creep!” Sally whispered to me and nodded back to the lovely doorman.

“Probably desperate or something.” I said with a shrug, trying not to let something so trivial as a desperate doorman get my night ruined.

Sally nodded in agreement before we came into the club itself. People were dancing frantically to the blaring music, some people were grinding themselves upon each other, some getting intimate in the corners of the area.

“I need a drink.” I told Sally and pointed towards the bar.

“Seriously?” Sally groaned loud enough to be heard over the pumping music. She pointed to the bar and looked at me with an open mouth.

The line was horrid. There were about sixty people if not more, waiting to order their drinks.

“No way I’m standing in that line.” Sally said, but when she saw how frustrated I became she quickly added, “We can go out to the dance floor and dance for a bit, the line will probably clear up soon, ok?”

I agreed with her and removed my leather trench coat to reveal a black satin dress with a low cut. Sally wore red satin dress with a high cut to match her red hair. Both of us were wearing stilettos, mine were red and hers were black. We sort of completed each other.

We headed out to the dance floor, Sally was jumping and moved around with grace in her high heels. I was trying to not fall flat on my ass as people bumped into us every now and then at the crowded dance floor.

Sally laughed and tossed her hair oven her shoulder as she began dancing closer to me, I tossed my jet-black hair over the opposite shoulder of hers and caught her up on what she was trying to do. This was her way of catching guys attention. Dudes loves watching two girls getting it on and I didn’t really mind. She was my best friend and if she could get laid with my help, so will it be.

I swayed my hips in tact with hers and put my hands on her shoulders as she put her hands on my waist. We went on like that what felt like hours before we needed to take a little break. Sally took my hand and led me from the dance floor and to an empty booth. We sat down with our breaths in our throats and laughed at how promiscuous we had been just moments ago.

“You know, I-“ I began but got silent as a female waiter with a purple leather two piece and green hair put down two Bloody Mary’s in front of us.

“Here you go, girls.” She said with a wide smile.

“Uh-“ Sally began but I cut her off, “We didn’t order those.” I said defensively.

“No, I know. Those gentlemen over there order them for you.” The waitress said and pointed to two men on the other side of the club who already were looking at us. One of them had the same hair color as Sally, and almost as long hair as she did too, the other one had disheveled, brown hair and distinctive light blue eyes who looked right into mine. A shiver ran through my body at his intense gaze.

“I don’t know. We don’t know what the hell they put in that shit.” I said yet again defensively, pictures of Sally getting roofied and raped repeating itself over and over in my head.

“They haven’t touched it. I took the order, made it in the bar and brought it right out to you girls.” The woman said before she flashed another toothy grin and walked off into the crowd.

Sally took one of the drinks and began sipping at it.

“Sally!” I said, trying to take the drink from her hand.

“What? You heard the lady! They haven’t touched it.”

I sighed but she was right. I looked over to the bar and it was still crammed with people waiting in line to order. There were no way we were getting a drink on our own accord. How the hell those two guys got this quick was beyond me but her it was.

I deemed myself defeated as I took a sip of the drink. It tasted amazing and I wasn’t really scared for my own accord. At this point, after everything, I didn’t fear much. I sure as hell didn’t fear death.

“Oh my god.” Sally whispered. “They’re still watching us. They must have seen us dancing.” She said with a big smirk.

I looked up and once again my eyes were entwined with the brown haired man. He grinned, almost as if he knew what we were talking about.

The other man waved, beckoning us over and I saw Sally wave back enthusiastically beside me in the corner of my eye as she stood up and collected her coat.

“You want that dude?” I asked, still sitting down. Looking the red haired man over as I spoke to her. He wasn’t her typical type to say the least. Yet, she seemed enthusiastic at his attention.

“I mean, let’s go over and see what they want.” She responded with a shrug.

“I can tell you right now what they want.” I laughed.

“Meh! Don’t be like that! Look at the other dude, he’s totally eye fucking you.” She nodded over to the pair.

I rolled my eyes.

“He’s hot Maria, let’s just go over. What’s the worst that can happen?”

She was right. I was being boring and definitely cock blocking her. I inhaled and stood up beside her.

We pushed ourselves through the crowd over to the other side, our hands tightly holding each other to not get lost in the craziness of all people jumping and dancing around us.

Before we knew it we stood before the two mysterious men.

“It took you girls long enough!” The redhead shouted over the music with a grin.

Sally laughed along. I didn’t laugh. I didn’t say anything. I had once again locked eyes with the brown haired man. His mouth shot up in an attractive smirk and that alone, somehow cast a spell on me, beckoned me completely in.

“I’m Maria.” I said without realizing I had even spoke.

“My name’s Deacon.” He said and held his hand out to shake mine. I shook it and almost flinched at how cold his firm hand was.

Sally had already sat herself down beside the other man. He had his arm around her and they were laughing together.

The man named Deacon held my hand still and pulled me to his side. I didn’t refuse him one bit. Something about him was alluring, mysterious, almost felt dangerous. A year ago I would’ve put my legs to work and ran out of there but in my current state, it excited me.

He smelled so good. So masculine, yet fresh. His touch was experienced, he knew exactly what he was doing. He had done this so many times before. His mouth spoke sweet nothings in my ear and made me clench my thighs together before we even had the chance to get out of the club.

Sally and the man I know knew as Quinn were already making out. They didn’t seem to care at all about talking. When he started to push her hand towards his groin, Deacon spoke up.

“We should go to our place. It’s not far from here.”

“Good idea, boss.” Quinn nodded and helped Sally to her feet.

Boss? People went out and hooked up with girls with their employees now?

I didn’t have any time to think anymore about that as Deacon put his arm around me and took the lead leaving the club.

We walked a few blocks, Quinn and Sally were laughing and making out every now and then. Deacon held a firm grip around my shoulders and spoke softly about how beautiful I was and what I did to him. How he couldn’t wait to get to his place so he could “rip me apart.” It was a weird choice of words with a girl you just met but I let it slip, it didn’t frightened me if he was on the kinky side.

We stopped at one of the skyscrapers and went inside in the lobby. It was dark and I couldn’t barely see anything before we were inside the elevator. He pushed the button for the penthouse.

“Jesus.” I said.

“What’s that?” Deacon murmured.

“I’m barely afraid of anything but heights.” I said with a shrug. Deacon chuckled lowly.

“You’re barely afraid of anything?” He repeated.

“Not really.” I responded quickly. Not trying to sound like I was trying to be tough. I didn’t know if I was tough. I just knew that a lot of tragedy makes you indifferent.

“How about ghosts?” He asked with a hint of humor in his blue eyes.

“No.” I said, shaking my head.

“Witches, werewolves? How about vampires?” He tried again and this time I laughed out loud.

“No. Even if they happened to exist which they don’t, I just don’t know what to be scared of. That they could kill me? I’m so scared.” I humored.

He didn’t laugh, neither did Quinn. Both of them just stared at me before the elevator alerted us that we had arrived at our destination.

I felt embarrassed. This was exactly why I hadn’t been hooking up with anyone after Jake. I had gone way to dark for anyone’s liking. It was a miracle that Sally had stayed for so long. No one else had. I had a shot with this amazingly sexy guy and now I had most likely fucked it up.

Way to go Maria! I thought to myself.

We parted ways with Sally and Quinn. They hurried to the other side of the corridor we were presented with when we got out of the elevator. Deacon nodded for me to follow him to the other side.

I walked behind him and he didn’t even look back to see if I was coming. Of course he knew I was. Who would be standing up a man that looked like he does? Even if I didn’t get anything tonight which was unlikely that I would do after my little stunt back there in the elevator.

Deacon opened a door to our right and disappeared inside it. I catched up with him and peeked inside.

The room was white in its entirety. The only furniture was a king sized bed and a wardrobe. Nothing more nothing less.

No windows.

Odd.

Deacon stood by the bed and was unbuttoning his shirt and let it fall to the ground carelessly.

I couldn’t do anything but stand there and just get mesmerized by this beautiful man.

“Come here.” He encouraged and I pulled myself from the entrance and closer to him. I stopped right in front of him. There were only a few inches between us.

I let my hands wander down his hairy chest and down to his belt. I looked up as if to ask for permission.

But what I was met with wasn’t what I expected.

A wide grin with a toothy smile.

Teeth that wasn’t a part of the human anatomy. They were sharp like a canines. Like a predators.

Like a vampires.

I heard Sally scream bloody murder from somewhere in the penthouse.

I know it was expected for me to scream too.

But I didn’t.

“Can I?” I just said, referring to the belt.

Deacon, or whatever the hell it was, looked confused for a moment before he chuckled and shook his head.

“Do you realize I’m going to fucking kill you?” He snarled, clearly irritated with my reaction.

“You do whatever you gotta do, then.” I said as I undid his belt and pulled the zipper down. I reached in and took a firm grip around his clothed cock and looked back up at him.

He just stared me down with those icy blue of his, the fangs almost appearing as knives in the white light of the room.

He was still so, so beautiful.

I heard Sally scream one more time and this time it sounded closer. I felt a rush of pain over her. She didn’t want to die. She loved life and everything that came with it, she didn’t deserve this at all.

She must be so scared.

I wished I could be brave for both of us.

Without another word uttered between me and Deacon he turned me around hastily. I sighed, and closed my eyes.

I heard the zipper of my dress being pulled down and then the dress falling of my shoulders and immediately after pooling at my high heels. I didn’t wear a bra so I was left in my black thongs.

His arms were around me and his cold, soft lips and tongue were licking and kissing from my neck to my shoulder, ever so slowly. I clenched my knees together, the heartbeat between my legs almost unbearable. I must be so wet that it practically dripped from me by now.

His hands found my hips and the hem of my panties. He ripped them quickly from my skin, leaving nothing but shreds to accompany my dress at the floor.

I turned around and pulled at his pants. He gave me a crooked smile before he took the task in his own hands. He removed the last clothing items with vigor and ease.

Here we stood. Completely nude to each other. I admired his beautiful, manly, sexy body without embarrassment.

“Fuck.” Was all I could get out.

“I’m about to destroy you, do you fucking understand?” He almost snarled at me. His hand was at my neck, squeezing it firmly, but not hard enough to choke me.

He let go, confusion written all over his icy blues.

“Do you not fear death?” He simply asked.

Instead of telling him my entire life story, I unclasped both of my bracelets I had covering my wrists and tossed them to the side before I held my wrists up for him to see.

“You tell me.” I said as he had gotten a good look on them.

“You’re fascinating.” He breathed. “Humans tend to become so little, so pleading and patethic when faced with something over them in the food chain. You..” he seemed to be trying to find the right words, “You’re so indifferent.”

“What can you possibly do to me that life hasn’t already done?” I honestly asked.

Deacon’s eyes scanned me carefully. Like I was something he never had seen before.

Before I could add anything more, his lips covered mine quickly. Possesively. He groaned into the kiss as he begged for entrance into my mouth and I complied fully as I opened up and welcomed his wet tongue into my mouth. I moaned out loudly as he licked my tongue passionately. I could feel his sharp teeth at my lips and he would probably draw blood any second but I didn’t mind at all. His mouth was all I could think about.

He didn’t waste anytime at all, he pushed me up against the nearest wall, lined up his erected cock with my wet pussy and with one push, he was buried to the hilt.

I clawed desperately at his shoulders as I moaned out for the entire penthouse to hear.

He fucked me into the wall hard, not leaving my eyes for one second as he did so. As if he would get the answers he needed if he did so. Whatever those answers might be.

“Harder.” I begged, not even blinking as I said so.

He growled deep in his chest and literally threw me over to the bed. He were there in a mere second to turn me around on all fours and then he was inside me again.

“You want it hard?” He mocked me almost.

“Yes.” I said with a shaking voice from the pure pleasure he was bestowing upon me.

His hand found my throat and he pulled me up against his chest as he kept pounding into me vigorously.

We both moaned, groaned and touched every inch of each other we could reach. I wanted to melt into him, to be one with him more than just having him inside of me.

It didn’t take long for me to reach my peak. For the first time in my entire life with a man. I always did fine by myself but men never seemed to figure out how to make me burst. Deacon didn’t have any problem at all.

I screamed out loudly and Deacon’s hands were at my breasts, groping them as I rode out the most explosive orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

As if I wasn’t human and didn’t need any rest after that, he turned me over and re-entered me for the third time tonight.

My legs were shaking profusely and I breathed heavily but he kept going. My legs were sprawled out on either side of his legs, my arms were at his chest, his shoulders, in his hair, as I moaned his name over and over again.

He took a hold of my throat with one of his hands and held himself up with the other. He was squeezing hard enough for me to have trouble breathing.

This is it. I thought. This is when he’s going to kill me.

He groaned out, it came deep from within him and vibrated out of his lips.

And as that, he let go of my throat.

He rolled of me and sat himself up against the headboard. He got a cigarette out of his pants by the beds end and lighted it up before he took a deep drag from it.

I remained still where I was laying, too tired to even move after that incredible fucking.

I didn’t even know if I just had dreamt or if this really did happen. I needed to confirm it to myself or else it would never become a reality to me.

I crawled up on the bed slowly, up to where he was sitting and smoking his cigarette carelessly. I leaned in to him and rested my head against his chest carefully. Aware that he any minute could just end it. I just wanted to enjoy the little time I had left.

The bedroom door flung open and an excited Quinn revealed himself, blood around his mouth and even in his hair.

“Deac!” He began but got quiet as he saw me beside very much alive.

“There’s a thing called fucking knocking!” Deacon exclaimed furiously as he sat up and threw the lighter at Quinn with all his might. Quinn barely just ducked it and it broke in thousands of pieces against the corridor wall.

“I’m sorry!” He breathed before he closed the door and presumably hurried away.

“Fucking idiot..” he muttered as he got of the bed and began dressing himself. I remained on the bed, still as a statue. Pondering over all the ways he could end me. I hoped he would end me by feeding himself. He looked starved.

I realized how fucked up my thoughts were about this thing, this man? But something inside me wanted to give him everything I possibly could. Even if it meant my own life. Why? I didn’t have a clue.

He mesmerized me. He calmed me when he should’ve frightened me. Last but not least, he fucked me like a fucking God.

“Maria.” He spoke, pulling me away from my twisted thoughts.

“Mhm..?” I answered absently.

“Stay.” He commanded with a finger pointed to me like I was some dog.

“Aren’t you gonna kill me?” I blurted out, shocked that he hadn’t ripped my throat out already.

He chuckled and put a new cigarette in his mouth, he fished up another lighter from his pocket and lighted it before he smirked cockily more to himself than to me.

“I haven’t had a fuck like that in decades. I’m going to keep you around for as long as I see fit and you’re going to be a good girl and behave for me, won’t you, Maria?”

“I, eh-“ I almost stuttered, not knowing what to answer to something like that.

“Good. I’ll see you later.” He finished as he walked out in the corridor and out of my sight.

What a cocky fucking bastard.

An incredible fucking hot bastard.

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