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baddieladdie · 30 days

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On Love & Loss

For mature audience, TW: Grief, Fear, mild gore

Chapter 3: Rules be damned, I will help her [part 1]

Description: Soldier's fortunate enough to board the Prydwen are expected to adhere to her rules. The rules protect the sanctity of BoS intel, dangerous technology, and future plans involving the Commonwealth. This knowledge in the wrong hands could devastate the BoS. Understandably, tensions run high and rumors rampant as Paladin Danse carries the unconscious body of Nora, General of the Minutemen aboard. Can Paladin Danse convince the Brotherhood to accept her?

Chapter 2 - The Paladin, Chapter 1 - The General

- Aboard the BOS Prydwen -

Paladin Danse grunted, adjusting the woman’s weight in his arms.

Her arms swung with each step. His strength fought against her momentum and gravity as he walked past a group of gossiping initiates. They crowded over their drinks, staring at the bloody body in his arms. Danse shot them a quick nod. It was natural the initiates were curious. It was a direct breach of procedure to bring wastelanders aboard the Prydwen. Even a Paladin could not avoid a scolding for such a choice action.

It had to be quite the sight , he thought. The woman’s blood dripped on the floor; bone where flesh should be. Her vault suit was torn, dirty and bloodied. An expected consequence to wandering the wastes without the protection of the Brotherhood. Especially without adequate armor and weaponry.

“Padalin? What’s the meaning of this?” Cade folded his arms, standing outside his designated clinic.

“Unexpected medical emergency on the recent reconnaissance mission, sir.” Danse stated flatly.

“We have procedures for a reason, soldier. This female could be a synth imitation. A potential spy you just brought willingly inside the Brotherhood’s most technical asset.”

The initiates at the bar went silent, nervously watching the tension rise.

“Sir,” Danse lowered his voice to a respectful whisper. “This is Nora, appointed General of the Minutemen. She still wears the Vault suit from 111. Of all of us, she is the least likely to be a synth. See her injuries?” Danse took a step closer, forcing himself directly in Cade’s line of sight. “She is clearly human and needs your help. So do your job and I’ll worry about the consequences.”

The Prydwen doctor sighed, his shoulders sagging in defeat. “Alright. Bring her in.”

Danse pressed past Cade into the clinic, laying her unconscious body on the examination table.

Cade pulled his stethoscope to his ears, shooting a brief glance of judgment at the worried paladin. “You certainly did a number on the young lady. I believe your orders were to make contact? A rather literal application, even for you.”

“Just see what you can do, doc.” Danse caught the sharpness of his tone. “Please.” He added, rather sheepishly, his brown eyes suddenly fixated on the wall.

The Paladin watched as Cade took her vitals, recording them on a new patient form. The doctor worked with the smoothness that only years of disciplined practice could develop. Cade knew were every supply was. After all, he stocked the clinic himself. With a sickening SNaP, Cade set Nora’s arm.

“Now, this is going to take some time to heal. I’m not sure what information you wanted to get out of her, but I’ll want to keep an eye on her for a while. I’m sure you’ll get another chance. Granted, Maxon can accept the presence of a guest aboard.”

“...I need to freshen up” Danse stared at the dried blood on his hand, remembering the fragile weight of carrying her body aboard.

“Look, Danse. You did the right thing. She is as human as they come. Hell, even in her current state, she’s practically the healthiest soul aboard.” Cade watched a small degree of tension release. Perhaps I had reacted too harshly. Cade took a mental note to rationalize with the Elder. “She’ll be fine. We can always give her a proper brotherhood welcome when she wakes up.”

Paladin Danse stiffened, “I’m not sure she’ll be open to that.”

“That’s for her to decide.” Cade straightened up. “Now you better go freshen up and report to the Elder. She’ll be here when you get back.”

Danse looked from Cade to Nora’s resting body. That old Vault suit had seen more terrible days than it ever deserved. More than it was ever prepared to, by the looks of it. The wasteland must be truly barren to offer nothing else.

“Something wrong, Paladin?”

“No - well…Could you have someone bring her to my quarters? She should have somewhere private to rest. I’m going to chat with Proctor Teagan about getting her properly outfitted.”

“Danse, listen.” Cade waited in patient silence until Danse’s sad brown eyes met his. “This isn’t like Cutler-”

“Why would this be anything like Cutler? I hardly know the woman!” Danse snapped, though he admittedly could feel the weight of guilt and grief dragging him down. The cold, metal floor never looked so welcoming.

“I-just. It’s not your fault, soldier. You broke protocol, but she wouldn’t have stood a chance if you didn’t.”

“Thanks.” Danse spoke flatly, exhausted physically and emotionally. He gave a lazy wave as he walked out of the clinic.

Also posted to my ao3! As always, @ xDreamWriterx

#fallout 4 #fo4 #fo4 fic #paladin danse #paladin danse x sole survivor #f!sole survivor #female sole survivor #fallout 4 fanfic #paladin danse fanfic #enemies to lovers #slow burn #tension #tw: gore #tw: grief #ao3 fanfic #xdreamwriterx

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fourfallouts · 2 years

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"look, dumbass, that's not how baseball was played"

the sole from my current savefile, Mal, full name Mallory Lyons though she doesn't go by that ever since she busted out of the freezer and found out she spent 200 years in there. and yes that is Lyons as in Sentinel Lyons - she is in fact distantly related to the Lyons from fallout 3. she is also Shaun's sister, not his mother; she was about 20 years old by when the bombs fell. also a huge lesbian

#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #sole survivor #fo4 oc #f!sole survivor #mallory lyons #fo4 mal

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mintsalsa · 12 days

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relationship hcs — hancock

a/n: the girls that get it, get it

(nsfw below cut!)

★ ! sfw

hancock is a tough nut to crack

under all the swagger, the sarcastic remarks and the self-deprecating jokes, hancock is actually pretty sad

sad and a little lonely - despite the sense of community tying the people of goodneighbor together

so when he first starts following you around, it's precisely for the reason he claims: to clear his head and find purpose again

the fact that he finds you cute doesn't have a terrible lot to do with it

because while he doesn't always sell himself short, he likes to think of himself as a realist - he's him, and you're, well, you're you

it doesn't help that half his security personnel in goodneighbor can't seem to take their eyes off of you anytime you visit

and while the thought of it kind of pisses him off, he knows that he's the one sharing stories, bottles and cigarettes when you're sitting around a fire at night, out in the wastes, just him and just you

it takes a long time for him to admit his feelings to himself

which doesn't deter him from flirting with you, obviously

and despite you laughing and blushing before hurling an ironic retort in his direction, he never believes the bickering between you to mean anything

but somehow, you make him less afraid

less afraid of everything, and especially of himself

he'll start dropping hints about his feelings, but given the dynamic between you two, it only manages to leave you more confused

so you'd end up having to take matters into your own hands and ask him about his behavior to make him fess up

less big on pda, but trust me when i say emotional intimacy is such a huge thing

like this man is your soulmate, end of story

he loves showing you off (bc ur sexy)

and when you inch closer to him at night, your soft skin reaching out to touch his rough hands and face ...

let's just say the entire wasteland had never seen a ghoul smile brighter ever before

★ ! nsfw

i'm convinced hancock fucks, first of all

but with you?

he's insecure as hell, and it'd take him a short while to work up the courage to initiate any physical intimacy

freak in the streets and the sheets!

he'd never do anything you're not comfortable with, though - if you're more on the vanilla side of things, he'll adapt

you're his top priority after all

and even when he's going sweet and slow, it's always so, so hot

he uses his words and voice a lot and praises you like there's no tomorrow

#fallout 4 #hancock #hancock x reader #hancock x sole survivor #fallout 4 companions #f: fo4 #c: hancock #g: hcs

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that-blue-vault-dweller · 11 months

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When your best friend is a lovable idiot 🤦‍♀️💙💛

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eemamminy-art · 1 year

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wife 😊

#piper wright #sole survivor x piper #pipersole #fallout 4 #fallout oc #fallout #female sole survivor #f/f ship #wlw art

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fallout4reacts · 4 months

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I wrote a F!Sole Survivor / Paladin Danse one shot. Another look into the relationship between Elle and Danse and it moves from enemies to friends to lovers.

Tags: Enemies to friends to lovers, Hurt/Comfort, platonic (unrecognized) feelings Trigger warnings: Drug use, attempted (unintentional) suicide Read it on Ao3 because it is so flipping long... I am incapable of writing anything short it seems... https://archiveofourown.org/works/52450413 (If you wanna know more about their "enemies" history, please read my fic "Walking", and if you want something more lighthearted and moving into "lovers" territory read my two shot "Man Enough".

#fallout4reacts #fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #my art #elle #sole survivor #paladin danse #hurt/comfort #fanfiction #F!ss/paladin danse #danse #elle walker #female sole survivor #fem sole #F! sole survivor

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ink-witch111 · 1 year

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heres some soft Hancock with my sole, Quinn. Dont ask about his hat and coat. I couldn't be bothered to draw them.

#I love them so much #f!ss #my sole survivor #female sole survivor #quinn sole survivor #fo4 hancock #fallout hancock #john hancock #hancock #fallout companions #fallout 4 #fallout #fo4 john hancock #bacon mayor #hancock x sole survivor #hes taking jet to make the moment last #sweet boi

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danses-with-dogmeat · 2 years

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Day 27 -- Danse

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober, Day 27 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don't interact.

Overstimulation with Danse x F! Sole

So much self indulgence.

Whoops. 😈

I hope you all enjoy! <3

Here is the link to my Kinktober 2022 Event list so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Overstimulation, vaginal sex, reunion sex, kissing, love, intense lovemaking, passion, marking, multiple orgasms, creampie.

2.7k words.

The man was relentless.

The copious endurance trainings, their time spent together in the early throes of their relationship, as well as the torturous time away from one another all pushed him further than he’s ever been before, harder than he’s ever been, making him last longer than Sole ever thought was possible.

Her fingers gripped the soaked bed sheets, her eyes closed tight as she felt that bubbling, rising pressure building deep in her stomach for the umpteenth time that night.

Realistically, it must’ve been the fourth or fifth orgasm he was going to wring from her, but dammit if it didn’t feel like this rolling, overwhelming pleasure was endless.

A lingering heat was overtaking her body, it had been for the past couple… what? Hours they’d been at it?

How the hell is he still going?

Danse rutted into her like a man possessed, their time spent away from each other over the past few weeks all collecting to this cacophonous moment that they got to be together, alone, and just be. He was always so careful, so incredibly in his head about almost everything, but being stuck here, being damn near imprisoned in this infernal Bunker while his love was out in the world, in danger, without him, both of them feeling so… alone…

How could he possibly hold back?

It would be doing both of them an immense disservice.

At least, that’s what he had to tell himself, to keep his mind from believing he was deranged. This was so… unlike him, but he couldn’t help it. For the first time… probably ever, Danse let his control slip from his calloused hands, he let himself loose, he let his feelings take over, let his physical body go past the point of exhaustion and into a new realm of utter elation he never thought he’d be capable of. Mindless physical actions weren’t his MO, not ever in his life, and this, well… it wasn’t completely mindless, but it was wholly unconstrained and completely detached from his usual stern inner monologue.

And with everything he’d learned about himself, everything he now knew he was, whether he liked it or not, allowing himself to let loose was cathartic as all hell.

Sole was more, so much more, than a means to an end, than a tool for him to use, and they both knew that damn well, but when they’d grabbed him by the shoulders earlier, when they’d pulled his body onto theirs, bare and heated and ready, when they’d kissed him with a fervor he’d never seen before, never felt, when they’d ran their hands over his every square inch of flesh, when he’d allowed himself to do the same, it had all fanned the flames of his want, had all uninhibited him to the point of disorientation. And Sole had begged him for it. Begged him to let go.

Like the good soldier he was, Danse simply had to follow orders. It was non-negotiable.

Even now, Sole was begging him, ordering him, in her own way. Not with words, not anymore, she’d lost access to something so structured as language two thundering releases ago. Now it was with her still-grasping hands over his scarred and scratched shoulders, with the breaths that spilled over his sweaty chest, with the way her teeth set against his skin, marking him and spurring the heat within him even harder, with the way her trembling hips still made an effort to meet his enthusiastic thrusts.

He’d had her a number of times that night, had her continually, brought her crashing down more times than could be counted on one hand, and he wanted it again. Danse wasn’t a greedy man, but this thrilling enterprise, this growing number that promised pleasure for the person he cares more for than anything or anyone else in his life, that he could strive for. In this, he could be ambitious.

Sole's walls clenched over him tightly, her fatigued body and mind putting her exhaustion behind her for the time being, in favor of relenting to– or encouraging, even– Danse’s relentless lovemaking. He had yet to spill over that edge himself tonight, miraculously, but if his partner's body begged him much more, he wasn't sure he could hold out long enough to wring another orgasm from her first. But he'd be damned if he wasn't going to try.

There was nothing like it, no experience, no sight or feeling that the ex-Paladin could compare it to, seeing his partner come undone beneath him, because of him, seeing the pleasure he is able to bring forth in her, the trust she has for him, the desire she shows. Even knowing what he is, and what he unfairly isn’t, she still craves him, she still is comfortable with him, still loves him. Like no one else has, even when he was human… Or, when he thought he was human. He hadn't felt worthy of Sole’s affections then either, and he never could’ve dreamed they’d one day be doing this together, but whether he deserved it or not, this was his reality now, and he felt beyond privileged to be able to see her this way. He was going to make the most of it. Every. Damn. Time.

With a renewed vigor, Danse threw his hips forward into her, the back of Sole's head mashing back into her pillow and her expression tightening the same as all her muscles, the same as that vice grip between her legs. Danse had to grit his teeth from the effort of dragging his member through the suffocating grip of her walls, and a vein bulged from the side of his head as he shoved in again, sawing in and out of her like a man possessed.

He was usually so gentle. Since his discovery of what he was, since he was so aware of his strength and size, Danse would leave light touches, press careful kisses, and move languidly forward into her body with slow, methodical thrusts that usually drove her wild with a maddening need. A need to go faster, to move harder, to provide that tantalizing friction that would send them both careening over the edge of their releases.

Tonight was the exception.

Danse’s pace quickened to a desperate, shallow pulse as he felt Sole clench around him again, an intense look of determination furrowing his brows and setting his amber eyes ablaze as he pushed her towards that final threshold once again. Sole’s eyes, on the other hand, were rolled to the back of her head, her eyelids closed in bliss, even as her brows furrowed and sweat beaded on her forehead from the effort and exertion of another impending orgasm building deep within her.

Danse was never much for speaking during their trysts, especially on nights like this one, but despite that, Sole found her ears drinking up the virile sounds that spilled from him. Heaving breaths and throaty grunts that had her spine tingling and heat blossoming in her core tore from his lips with each push and pull, each press of his warm, firm body against hers.

A moan of her own was pulled from her throat as his thrust took him to the very back of her, mashing against that spongy spot deep inside, and Sole was gone once again. Her nails dragged against the tarnished skin of his shoulders, leaving another strange map of scarlet paths over his usual paleness. Danse’s dark brows furrowed over his intense eyes at the newfound discomfort, at the effort of his continuing thrusts through her gripping pressure, but his gaze never left her.

It was too much.

It always had been. The way Danse looked at her when they were intimate, his adoration palpable and fierce. He looked at her the way she imagined the greatest of athletes looked to the finish line, the most ambitious of authors poured over their final manuscript, the way the world's singular, passionate artists and performers looked to a finished canvas or the blinding lights of a stage; he looked at her with purpose and drive that was unmatched, with overwhelming zeal and determination, with utter devotion, with veneration that left her breathless and dazed. He did it every damn time, and Sole found herself wondering where on earth he found the energy, what on earth he saw every time, that made him look on with such all-encompassing, loving intensity.

Just as she felt the fire of her orgasm sizzling down to another glowing bed of coals within her belly, ready and willing to alight with another bout of heated movements form her enthusiastic partner, Sole’s body jolted as she felt Danse’s full lips press to hers.

This too, was all encompassing.

He pressed to her hard, almost to the point of pain; his soft, wet lips cushioning the blow as much as possible, with all the force he put behind it, and he claimed her, consumed her with the kiss as much as any other action.

As if his relentless rutting into me isn’t enough.

But she could never complain, not with the way he drank her up, the way he tasted her like she was a slice of divinity pressed against him. Danse’s hips slowed their frantic pace as he languidly kneaded his lips against hers.

How far he’s come… Sole mused, her tired mind flickering dully back to the first times they’d been together physically, to the way he’d been so careful, so unsure, the way she felt him tremble with the strain of holding back. The chasteness of those first kisses left no indicator that he ever would have transitioned to this.

His lips never left her, even as his pace began to pick up again, and Sole whimpered against him at the oversensitivity.

Danse moaned into her as he felt her body shudder, her walls fluttering around him mutely, tiredly, still undoubtedly craving him, but having to give everything, every last spare bit of energy left within her for this one small action to show him how she wanted him still.

Reluctantly, Sole pulled her mouth from his to breathe. Yet still, the oxygen caught in her throat, almost making her choke, as his brilliant, sunset eyes blinked open. His pupils were wide and dark, his gaze hazy with his own growing need that she couldn’t believe hadn’t spilled over yet.

“How are you feeling?” His deep voice rumbled out thickly.

“M’kay.” She mumbled, her mouth and head both too groggy to work together to create speech.

A brilliant smile grew in his eyes.

“Can you handle another, love?” His hand came gently to her cheek, pushing aside a few sweaty strands of hair and caressing the skin there like it was delicate as thin porcelain.

Only if you can. She wanted to playfully jab back, knowing damn well what the answer to that was. But her mouth couldn’t handle that much, especially since his pace had begun to hasten against her.

In the end, all she did was nod, and Danse kissed her again, no less passionate than the last.

He pulled away only as he felt her struggle to breathe again, and pressed his warm lips instead to the shell of her ear.

“I love you, Sole.” She groaned as his hand moved over her breast, kneading the soft flesh just above her heart as he whispered to her.

"I missed you." His hands gripped at her just the smallest bit harder, almost unnoticeable, but for the way his accompanying voice made it sound so tragic, made his touch feel like it could never bear to leave her.

“I love you.” Danse repeated, his voice firm, for its shakiness, loud for the breathy way it left him. It was muted and yet it was powerful, much like the rest of him.

All Sole managed to voice in return was a moan of agreement, nodding still as he pulled back to kiss her cheek, then her jaw, down to her neck, where he mouthed against that sensitive skin hotly. His breath spilled over her, raising a cluster of goosebumps along her sweat-slick skin and making her shudder once more.

Danse grunted at the clench of her walls around him, and for the first time that night, Sole felt his member twitch deep within her.

Fucking finally.

Even amidst the overwhelming pleasure encompassing her like a soft down comforter, Sole felt sleep longing to tug down on her eyes and claim her consciousness. She was more exhausted than she could remember being in… well, over 200 years, but still, she wanted– no, needed him to finish before she could let herself rest. After, what? Six orgasms on her end, she figured it’d be selfish to make him stop now. Now, when he was finally close.

Sole arched her neck back against the plushness of the pillows as Danse thrust deep into her. She could feel the way his rhythm was stuttering, the way his hips were moving without his permission, chasing that thrilling end like it was the last and greatest mission he’ll ever be assigned to.

“Fuck, hon.” Sole’s teeth gritted as he accidentally rammed to the very back of her, his cock head jamming uncomfortably into her cervix. “Finish for me. Let go.”

Her words were breathless, coming out raw and needy, and she felt his cock give another telling throb inside her.

“I will.” He said through gritted teeth, his amber eyes closed off behind tightened lids as he tried to hold back the cacophonous orgasm that had been building within him for hours.

“Once more. Just need you once more, love.”

Sole nodded to him, thrusting her hips up to try and increase the friction of his rolling torso against her clit. Despite her sensitivity, she knew she had to finish for him.

Or who knows how much longer we’ll be here for?

Danse read her mind, it seemed, as his hand upon her breast slid down her body, and landed between them, right at that sensitive nub nestled within her swollen lower lips. She bucked hard at the feel of his rough fingers against her, and heard him grunt from deep within his barrel-like chest.

“A-almost there.” He nosed against her neck, pressing another open-mouthed kiss to the skin there, even as he continued his thrusts and his persistent rubbing over her. “Please, love. Just once. Once more for me.”

The gasps that were leaving her rose in volume, becoming high and desperate as his fingers circled over her, as his hips drove her body downward and into the creaking mattress. His pace picked up again, from where it had slowed when he felt himself growing close. Now, he didn't seem to care. Sole was close enough, they both knew it, and with one more hard rub of his fingers, the tip of one nail catching over her clit, she was sent spiraling, writhing over the edge.

Sole’s cry of Danse’s name, the evidence of her unbridled pleasure, sent him into overdrive, and he plowed through her clenching walls just three more times until his hands grasped hard at her hips, and he roared out his release against her.

Danse rutted into her desperately, his hips pounding and grinding with each successive spurt of his release deep inside her. Sole’s cries turned to moans, and her moans to whimpers as the friction of his throbbing cock dragged against her raw insides. His release coated every nook and crevice within her, the build up of it all finally coming down with explosive results.

Danse was trembling as the last of his enormous spend finally spurted out of him, his hands’ grasp now weak against her hips, his breath coming out in shaky gasps that made her chest warm with affection, and despite everything, heated desire.

But she was done, she couldn’t go for another round even if she tried, even if he begged her for it. And Danse? Well, he had to be done after all that. There was no possibility of him pushing either of them any further. At least, that’s what she had to hope, for the time being.

Sole loved him, wanted him, still craved this closeness and this passion, but she wasn’t complaining about them both finishing for good tonight. She was ready. Ready to settle in for the night, to sleep off her soreness and exhaustion safe within her lover’s strong arms, his warm embrace.

And in the morning, who knows? Maybe they’ll both be ready for another round.

Given everything she saw and felt tonight, she wouldn’t doubt it. This version of her partner, of her Danse, it was new, but it was wholly unmatched by any previous experience she's had.

It was new, but what she'd realized about halfway through their heated, prolonged marathon of trysts, was that she was right from the start, it really was true.

Danse was relentless.

#fallout #fallout companions #fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions #fo4 #fo4 companions #danse #danse fo4 #paladin danse #fallout danse #sole #sole survivor #f!sole #danse x sole survivor #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #dwd.nsfw

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nukacoola · 7 months

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Does anyone have good fic recs for Deacon x Sole that are about actual missions and have action and stuff? I’ve read Blood of the Covenant like 50 times over adsfgjjk

#please I’m dying out here #deacon x f!solesurvivor #deacon x sole survivor #deacon x sole #fo4 deacon #fallout deacon #fallout 4 deacon #deacon fallout #deacon fallout 4 #deacon fo4

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total-serene560 · 7 months

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And so she did what she did best when there was a prolonged awkward silence; she started talking, nuka cola still gripped in her right hand as she strode further into the room, “Hey there, Blue. Welcome back to the land of the living.” “Blue?” The woman’s voice was substantially less raspy, more smooth and steady with the hint of an accent that Piper couldn’t quite place. “Yeah, Blue, like your jumpsuit. Well… what’s left of it.” Piper pointed to the tattered arm of her jumpsuit where it was resting on top of the blanket, “You’re a vaultdweller, right?” “I-” Blue looked down at herself for a moment before looking back up at her, confusion evident in her face, “I guess?” “Vault 81?” Piper ventured, taking a couple steps closer and setting her drink down on the edge of the night stand. Blue shook her head, still looking at her in confusion,“What?” Oh boy.

Chapter 2 is finally up!

#in the dark fic #fallout 4 fanfic #piper wright x f!sole survivor #piper wright x female sole survivor #piper wright fanfic #fallout 4 fanfiction #piper wright #fo4 #fallout 4 #female sole survivor #my writing #my posts #my other big project #in case people forgot I'm in this fandom too lol

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fancymuffinparty · 7 months

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Ars poetica, ars belli

Fallout: New Vegas, F!Courier x Vulpes Inculta fic

Rating: M

Chapter 9 is up! I have also included my inspo/character design for the Courier and Vulpes below (courtesy of artbreeder) for those who were curious! ;)

Courier Six Stats:

S: 4, P: 7, E: 5, C: 3, I: 8, A: 6, L: 5

Karma: Good

Tagged skills:

Science - 78, Repair - 77, Explosives - 76

(Dabbles in Sneak (64) and Lockpick (62)

Age: early 20s

Race: Mixed - Native American and Hispanic (Navajo and Mexican descent)

Character History:

Former resident of Vault 21. Would have been Vault's librarian/archivist according to results from GOAT Exam. Formerly worked with Followers of the Apocalypse. Former companion to Arcade Gannon. Likes Goodsprings. Adored by the Boomers. Not a fan of Mr. House or the NCR. Took care of Benny by convincing Swank he was a fink all along. (Maybe had a little crush on Swank.)

Got mixed up in Legion business believing she could form a temporary alliance with the Bull for personal gain/revenge against Mr. House as well as assistance in pushing the NCR out of the wasteland. (The Legion had also made not-so-subtle threats to kill Rex and Arcade should she refuse.) Somewhat agoraphobic, being a vaultie and all. Prefers night to day. Hoards pre-war books and reads a lot. Loves all things Latin/Roman/Greek poetry, mythology, and philosophy.

Still haven't thought of a name for her... hmmm... TBD!

I love sprinkling tidbits of this Courier's lore here and there! More to come as I update APAB! :)

Much thanks to artbreeder for inspiring me!

#fallout new vegas #f!courier x vulpes inculta #f!courier #mywriting #vulpes inculta #artbreeder #I might do this for future OCs in other Fallout universes like my Lone Wanderer #and my sole survivor #i encourage you all to do the same!#fic: ars poetica ars belli

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sassenashsworld · 2 months

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A little more of Silver Lore

I really want to do a return on the story of my SoSu while also a little on Arianne, her niece

Many trigger warning : rape, attempt suicide, violence

Nora Taylor

Arianne Taylor

Nora Taylor is my Vault 111 survivor.

The far earlier I've told about her story in The Path of the Private and Heartbeat of the Commonwealth is her relatively turbulent youth with her sister and both parents. Nora, while not as outspoken as her sister, was nonetheless able to confront their elderly father. She already had a clear sense of what she wanted and didn't want.

She could already put herself in dangerous circumstances when she was very young, such as confronting a gang of street thugs. The scenario led to a violent gang rape. She could only come home the next day, injured and broken, and that' when the chaos begin.

Hell, absolutely, because a lengthy court fight resulted in nothing, the young hoodlums being rich children who had paid for sufficiently skilled lawyers to ensure Nora never received justice.

It broke her father, too; unable to defend his daughter, he developed early dementia. His suffering lasted a few years, and he was at least able to assist his daughter during her early University cursus.

Because of what happened to her, Nora aspired to be a lawyer. She aspired to be the lawyer who would tip the scales and restore justice to other victims who, like herself, were going to confront the system that favors the wealthy.

Eventually, the sickness took hold of him, and Nora's father died.

Nora realized her future was put at risk almost immediately when he died. Without a father to support her and pay for her education, she would never be able to reach her ambition...

Nora was then 19.

She fled on the evening of the funeral, as the cerceuil lid closed on the family provider.

She was panicked, terrified of what would happen next. She despised not staying to morally support her mother, but she felt absolutely stuck, and terror took over.

It is in complete terror that she run from Cambridge to Boston, where she sought safety in an ill-reputed neighborhood near her university.

She had previously accompanied some low reputate students to an even less desirable bar. She dashed to the bar to acquire illegal chems that would allow her to forget, if only for a time, about her present situation. She then hid in an alley behind a dumpster to conclude her action.

That's when the container began talking to her.

Nora became concerned about the fact that she hadn't had time to take the chem yet.

The young man disguised in the container took advantage of this to further persuade her not to use the chem she had just bought.

They continued to converse somewhat.

Nate had just entered Nora's life.

Despite their lack of luck in the past, Nora and Nate promised not to give up. They planned to utilize the state to get them released from their sad faith.

They both joined the Army.

Nate stayed until Anchorage but Nora completed only the minimum service required to pay her university expenses. The service did not prevent them from marrying and enjoying a deep happiness.

They relied heavily on one another. Nora depended completely and blindly on Nate to guide her.

Not that she was stupid; rather opposite. But in every aspect of her life, she had to take the lead. Relying on Nate allowed her to balance the pressure.

Nora's career get on a pause when she became pregnant. She and Nate purchased a lovely humble house in a peaceful neighborhood near Concord.

During this time, Nora's sister get married too, but she, too, refused to give up her patronyme.

The two sisters were extremely proud to be Taylors, claiming to be direct descendants of the May Flower pioneers.

The two sisters fell pregnant a few months apart. Shawn had his birth before Arianne. They both took the name of Taylor.

However, Nora and her sister will not have many opportunities to visit each other. While Nora chose to live in Sanctuary to be closer to her mother stayed in Cambridge, her sister dicided to get along her husband to the Appalachians. However, the two sisters were fortunate enough to secure a place within their separate Vaults.

Here, Nora's fate and that of her niece Arianne diverge dramatically.

Nora's sister and her husband were on the road when the bombs went off. They had leaving little Arianne to the care of a close friend of them. She successfully guided Arianne to Vault 76, as the Overseer, but Arianne's parents never made it to the shelter.

The Overseer, a smart and kind woman, had already advised Arianne's parents to bring everything that could be significant into the vault. As a result, Arianne grew up under the Overseer's care while remaining true to her roots. She had access to her family's diaries and photographs.

She grew up as a proud Taylor.

She is very similar to her aunt, Nora.

The Overseer frequently make remark on it with amusement, but Arianne took it extremely seriously. She was so pleased to be like her aunt Nora, to resemble her as much physically as morally, that she even bleached her hair to make them white like her, unconscious of her aunt's trauma that had resulted to this peculiarity.

A few days before the bombs blew off, Nora chose to leave Shawn in the care of Codsworth and Nate in order to find employment in law. In the middle of the day, she returned to her mentor's office, where the secretary demanded if she might take his briefcase to the BADtfl. Nora gleefully accepted, hoping to get the opportunity to ask her former boss if he might re-hire her, but he was too busy to meet her due to a scandal involving an illustrious criminal disturbing the organization.

She was disappointed because she wanted to return home, but her car refused to start. She returned inside the building, hoping to call a tow truck, but all of the phones had been took as a result of the controversy.

She was patiently waiting for an opportunity through the circumstances when she noticed a man left by himself, who appeared to be distressed.

Taking pity on the man and realizing that she will have no access to a phone at the BADtfl, she decides to take him for a coffee.

The detective, who appeared to be really sorrowful, followed her without protest.

Nora soon recognized that the man's state was worrying. His attitude reminded her of her own on the day of her father's funeral, and remembering how Nate had saved her life, she decided to help him till the end.

Nora accompanied Nick Valentine to the CIT.

A few days later, the bombs exploded. Nora was no longer thinking about the BADtfl's man, who was almost certainly dead.

Synth Nick had also forgotten Nora.

Their lucky meeting didn't provide the spark needed to bring back this memory.

But one day, as they strolled down the same street, in front of the same cafe, Nora remembered.

She informed Nick about it, and as a result, he recovered some memories.

Nick and Nora then realized how their fates were entwined.

Nora got brain seizures comparable to skyzophrenia as a result of her exposure to Vault-Tec gases while exploring Nuka World.

After Nora went into a hazardous delirium and distanced herself from everyone, Nick retrieve her and brought her back and get her treated by an experiment serum of the Doctor Amari.

The procedure was somewhat successful; Nora regained mental awareness. However, this doesn’t come at no cost.

During the altercation, Nora shot Nick with her .10mm, resulting in coolant leaks that harmed his core. She and her friends were able to transplant the core of another synth before it was too late, but Nick's system was not provide with the same core as his "cousins" and he couldn't no longer performs as efficiently as he had before.

Nora felt a great deal of shame and guilt, even if Nick didn't hold it against her given how she was at the moment.

However, Nora had no ideas what this scenario was. Amari's treatment succeeded, but it also destroyed parts of her memories.

Nora, disturbed and guilty, gradually closes in on herself as time passes.

Nick was from time to time able to reach her again, but Nora loses her sense of right and wrong.

When she eventually gets to the institute and learns the horrific truth about Shawn, it was the final straw.

Nora tries to kill herself.

Nick manages to retain her in-extremis, but the damage to Nora's mind and heart was catastrophic.

The lore divides here.

In both The Path of the Private and Heartbeat of the Commonwealth, Nora started working for the institution at Deacon's request to infiltrate them and free the synths.

In The Path of the Private, Nick remains her main companion, but she uses more and more chemicals, becoming increasingly unstable and dangerous. Nick no longer wears white gloves to straighten her, and their relationship, while very close, is frequently murky.

Nora is strongly close to Nick, and he remains the person she most respects; but, because she no longer respects herself, they frequently confront each other.

At the same time, she is quite attached to Danse, which strangely keeps her sober when she is with him, but when she realizes that he is her "grandson" and that a relationship with him is impossible... it is another descend into hell.

Nick then persuades Nora to join him for a final investigation in Maine, trying to change her mind and keep her away from Hancock, who has a negative influence on her.

In Heartbeat of the Commonwealth, however, when Nora begins working for the institute, she keeps Nick away so that he is never in danger again as a consequence of her journey... but without truly exposing him of her thoughts.

Nick feels rejected by Nora and develops a severe depression.

In this state of abandonment, he finds a glimmer of hope in the persona of Jasmine. He eventually adopts her as his own daughter, which allows him to retrieve control of his life, even if the sorrow of Nora's "betrayal" remains raw.

Nora, for her part, occasionally attempts to return to Nick, but someone inform her that he has a new partner, and she disappears for two months without searching to learn more about his situation.

When Nora ultimately returns to Sanctuary, where Nick has taken up residence to offer a more righteous environment for his daughter to grow up in, they don't have much of an opportunity to explain themselves.

After a brief excursion together to get back Jasmine, which would have allowed them to explain themselves, they part ways without discussing. Jasmine need emergency care, which Nick must deliver.

Nora, for her part, is immensely upset with the welcoming she receive after two months away. She concive the idea that her friends see her merely as a functional role, and Nick's frigid and distant demeanor dashes her last hopes.

Now convinced that she no longer has a place in her small community and is no longer close to her best friend, she attempts suicide once more with an excessive amount of buffout.

Hancock persuades Nick to seek for her, and the detective saves her once more, but the chem causes Nora's brain to suffer further damage.

The companions and even Nick are not immediately aware of the situation, while Nora appears to act normally. But when Jasmine runs away again and the duo rushes against the clock to save the Commonwealth from the most catastrophic scenario, Nora is thrust into an episode almost worse as the one of Nuka World.

Nick, dying of fear about his daughter and traveling through a Commonwealth set on fire by a bunch of destructive mercenaries to find her, tries to manage the young woman as best he can, while Amari works hard to discover a better treatment.

However, challenges in their path continue to increase, and the day when Nora, Nick, and Jasmine will finally be reunited to enjoy some serene living doesn't appear to be imminent.

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doctorsherlockjaneway · 8 months

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I've lost a fic.

Halfway through my child endlessly rejecting sleep, my phone died and I can't find it again.

No idea what it was called, but the chapter I was on is called "no takesies backsies" there's like 20ish chapters and a tumblr post lead me to it on ao3.

I was really getting into it adjkafff... its a Deacon x F!Sole fic

Please tag me if you have any clue what I'm on about

#deacon fallout 4 #deacon fo4 #deacon x sole survivor #fallout 4 #where the hell did it go #f@!&#kids man #please help me

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mintsalsa · 8 months

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relationship hcs — danse

a/n: yes fo4 in the lords year of 2023 bc i clearly havent gotten over this man in 8 years! 😀

(nsfw below cut!)

★ ! sfw

danse is an incredibly layered character - it would take him particularly long to develop feelings for someone and even longer for him to actually realize he's falling in love

even when he can't help but finally acknowledge the strange feeling in his chest everytime he's around you, he would most likely still play it off

because he's so inexperienced with relationships, even friendships, he believes he's simply grateful to you for sparing his life

it's tough for him to express this gratitude with words early on, but even then he always has this burning desire to simply do things for you?

whether that's improving or polishing your weapons while you're asleep or organizing your desk when you're gone

all he knows is that he wants to be close to you, to protect you, to serve you - after all, you were the one that gave his life purpose after he left the brotherhood

it's only when one of your mutual friends starts teasing him about it that he questions his feelings further - and it's like a switch flips in his brain

all of a sudden he can't look you in the eyes anymore

he gets so flustered and overwhelmed by these new emotions, convinced it must be inappropriate for him to be feeling this way

when you stand a little too close to him his brain short-circuits, his breathing becomes unsteady and all he can think about is how much he wants you even closer to him

he does awkward pauses and clears his throat a lot when you're talking

obviously, he's terrified of losing you - or worse, scaring you away - so he wouldn't ever be the one to make a move, no matter how much the emotions in his stomach threaten to boil over

so when you finally pick up on it - it's actually not that difficult, he's kind of obvious - he'd be so, so relieved at you taking the lead

when your feelings are out in the open and he grows used to the change in relationship, there's a lot of inconspicuous flirting and delicate teasing

he finds out that he really, really likes kissing you (it's even better in reality than what he dreamed it would be)

whenever your lips find his and your hands his chin and neck, his heart feels like it's melting in his chest

even though his hands are rough, all his touches are so, so soft, so loving - a stark contrast to the image of the soldier he used to be

he handles you like a piece of fine china, afraid you could break and leave him behind all by himself

danse finds purpose and joy in your happiness, your love - emotions he was scared would stay forever lost

★ ! nsfw

ngl i headcanon danse as demisexual with medium to low drive to be physically intimate

he's not familiar with intimacy, and only after he falls head over heels and has his first experiences with you does he realize how rewarding it can be

his focus lies on your pleasure first and foremost, always, he's absolutely more on the giving end

he loves watching your face while his fingers play with you, he loves hearing you, feeling your body shift in his lap

he's so mesmerized by everything about you that his heart threatens to burst out of his chest every time he hears your soft moans

really, there's little in the world that gives danse the same satisfaction as making you cum

not much dirty talk, he prefers to whisper soft praises down the side of your neck every once in a while

despite everything he can be somewhat of a tease sometimes - the only time he'll enjoy having any kind of power over you

always takes such good care of you after and holds you in his arms while you drift off to sleep

#fallout 4 #paladin danse #paladin danse x reader #paladin danse x sole survivor #fallout 4 companions #f: fo4 #c: danse #g: hcs #need him biblically...#but hes pixels :(

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