story warning; this story contains strong language, adult themes (such as violence, smut/NSFW themes, drug use, and other harsh themes) and canon and un canon language and story plots of Fallout 4 and Fallout 3.
summary; yea, the bombs may have fallen, but art and love have not. and of course, people still tell white lies
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word count; 3,6k
chapter one - idiots
Stella wondered how she stumbled in a police station, fighting feral ghouls with a man who battle cried. One minute she was looking for her friends, Lucas and Joanna and the next was involved in military business. She knew that they needed help, even one man in power armor couldn’t take all those ferals at once. She saw one of his men down, lazily shooting at them as a woman was tending to him. She was hoping to ask if they have seen her idiot friends and she would be on her way back to Endcliff in hopes they would be there.
Stella was caught off guard by looking at the women tending to the man as he gave up as a feral flung at her, knocking her to the ground. This has happened more times then she’d like to admit. She reached for her gun as she used the back of it to bash in the skull of the feral ghoul. “Filthy fucker!” She yelled as she jumped back up and shot the feral in the head, just to make sure. The man in the power armor was fighting three more ferals, the number of them decreases. He seemed to have a hard time as one of them attacked his arm. Stella was a master at headshots and with three bullets and a steady eye killed each and every one of them. Stella looked down the street to see if any more were coming, but it was clear, thankfully.
Can u write some Paladin Danse smut pls? Female reader maybe mention the first time they had met?? Ty
Squad Gladius
Warnings: 18+ smut, angst and description of injury.
"Where's that stimpak?!" Your voice screeches as gunshots fire all around you. The loud small explosions is enough to deafen you, but your focus was all on Paladin Danse, injured at your knees.
"I'm trying!" Haylen cries as she fires down a hallway - her targets out of your vision.
"Ah-ha!" A super mutant taunts, strutting towards you with his shitty pipe pistol that looked like he'd clumsily made it in 8th grade workshop class. "Tin Man, go boom."
Your teeth bare into a snarl; your desire to save Danse has you panicked and desperate, but your survival instincts transmute it into pure rage.
The slight gash and trail of blood on your forehead isn't even felt as you grab the only weapon close to you - a shotgun.
Looks like you have to do everything yourself...
Your body leaves Danse for a moment as you sprint towards the reloading Green-skin. He'd been smarter than your average mutant, having aimed his shots at Danse's fusion core, exploding it before he could safely get out of range.
And the only thing more infuriating than a super mutant, was a super mutant who had a bit of brain inside his green dome.
Almost in slow motion, with one arm you cock the shotgun and press the barrel right into the monsters cheek, pulling the trigger before it could even react.
You turn on your heel and run to aid Haylen, not fazed about the FEV victims grey matter scattering your clothes. It was now the norm in post-apocalyptic America.
You shove her aside harshly, removing her from the line of fire.
"Go help Danse." Is all that leaves your lips as you pluck her laser pistol from her hands.
Haylen obeys as you take care of the two brutes down the hallway, who were taking cover in adjoining doorways.
"Where - where's, y/n?" Danse croaks as Haylen begins to pull out her medkit.
"Shh..." She soothed, tears pooling in her eyes. "She's okay. Just tying up some loose ends."
She pushed the needle into his neck, it was faster to work that way, before pushing down the lever. It hisses as the chemicals stored inside successfully enter his blood stream.
"I need, to tell her..." He was out of it. Wasn't entirely sure where he was or what was happening.
His vision began to fade.
"I'm losing him!" Haylen screams just as you finish up the last enemy.
All he could hear was his own breaths as everything started to fill into an inky blackness. Your legs heading towards him as Haylen pumped his chest were the last things he saw.
"I love..." He whispered, desperately yet weakly holding his gloved hand out for you, before it crashes to the ground.
The next two days were a total blur.
You were absolutely grief stricken and seemed to just float around above your body as your comrade, friend and mentor fought for his life.
Thank god Rhys had pulled through and managed to transmit a distress pulser, a vertibird swooping down to your aid in all its glory.
But it didn't feel like a successful mission while Danse was lying in his quarters, fighting for his life.
You'd popped in to check in on him for the countless time, the bed sinking slightly as you perched yourself next to his warm body. He was shirtless, his abdomen wrapped in bandages, the shrapnel of his exploding suit no doubt gifting him with more battle scars.
Oh Danse... You think as you gently stroke his stubbled face.
You jump when his hand finds its way to your wrist, his now open cocoa eyes melting at the sight of you.
"Y/N..." He croaks.
You immediately pass him the glass of water that sat on his bedstand, aiding him as he gulped it desperately.
"How you feeling?" You asked, hiding how concerned you were. "You had us all worried there, Paladin."
"I've been better." He lets out a weak laugh.
Such a soldier...
"Well, I'm glad you're back with us, sir." You smile softly, not able to stop the silent tear that rolled down your precious face.
"Don't call me that." He wavered his hand dismissively, thumbing your tear away with his other.
You seem taken aback in surprise.
He notices your expression. "Y/N, I... Have to tell you something. I'm uh... Not very good at this sort of thing."
"it's okay." You smile, running your fingers through his raven black hair. "I heard you... You don't have to say a thing."
His brow furrows for a second wondering what you meant, before soaring up when he remembered.
"You did, huh? Sorry about -"
You silence him by pressing your lips against his. You know him all too well and you were certain he would never dream of making the first move. This man oozed testosterone yet when it came to using it on anything other than fighting, he was like a lost child.
He returns your kiss, cupping your face tenderly; the adrenaline rush from your lips against his sweeter than any rush he'd gotten from any battle.
His pace quickened, rapidly getting desperate after yearning for you for so long, keeping his crush a secret from everyone; even himself at first.
"y/n..." He breathes. "I need you."
The imprint of his excitement pressed against the sheets that covered his lower half.
"You're not in any shape for that." You laugh softly.
His eyes plead but his mouth utters; "Yeah... Maybe not right now."
You get to your feet, grabbing the zip of your brotherhood jumpsuit, your eyes transforming into the orbs of a vixen as you slowly pulled it down.
His lips parted and eyes widened hungrily, as if getting bigger would somehow take more of what he was seeing into his essence.
Your clothing fell to the floor, your body as naked and vulnerable as the day you were born; offering him your body as well as your heart.
His tongue rolls over his bottom lip, then he stutters in awe.
"Y- y/n..."
You remove the sheet that covered him before climbing between his legs.
You waited for protest. To see if he was still too hurt to handle even the most tender forms of love.
But he remained silent; say for his increased breathing.
"Tell me if it gets too much." Your voice carries through the air full of affection.
"I..." He begins, a pink hue starting to colour his skin. "I won't last long."
"That's okay." You reassured before lowering your head and running your tongue from the base of his shaft, all the way up his thick dick and to the top.
He gasps and grips the sheets, his barrel chest rapidly bobbing up and down.
Circling your tongue around his leaking tip, you delight in his disbelieving stare down at you. He groans out loudly and bucks his hips automatically as you swallow him whole, slowly working him with your mouth, tongue and hand.
All you could both think of was you wouldn't have dreamed this would even be possible back when you first met. The two of you thinking the same; "There's no way they would want me."
His quiet whimpers fill the room arousing you to the point of your insides becoming slick.
She's so... Beautiful he'd thought when he first saw her, barging into the parking lot of the police station heroically, firing down ferrals like it was a hobby.
You pick up the pace. His panting becoming more desperate, his fingers running through his hair at how good it could feel being in your mouth.
"Y/N. I'm going to cum soon." He warns.
You moan, vibrating him as you plunge him to the back of your throat over and over sending him over the edge.
He whispers an "Ah~!" as his jaw falls open, brows knitting together while he pulses thick, hot liquid down your throat. You took it all swallowing it by the cup load.
"Sh-shit, y/n!"
You didn't think you'd ever hear him curse at you like that.
Removing your mouth he lies there, a ruined mess wondering if he'd actually died the other day and was in heaven. You gently lay yourself beside him where he wraps his arms around you and plants a kiss on your head.
"...Ad Victoriam." He gasps.
"...Please don't say that after sex again."
I hope you enjoyed. Still waiting for the computer store to call me so it was on my phone. This got a little more angsty than intended 😅
AN: Welcome everyone, to another random fandom Thirst Party Saturday! Spoilers for the Brotherhood of Steel quests Fire Support and Call To Arms. Tagging @toxiicpop as is my custom. Enjoy!
AN: Welcome to the end of our tale, everyone! Thank you so much for reading and enjoying over the years. I love you so much and appreciate you more than words can say. Here’s to 2021, my friends! Ad Victoriam, and stay safe! Tagging @anonymouscosmos, @culturalrebel, @wrestlingfae, @toxiicpop, @mercy-and-malice, @deepkittycollecto, @nelba, @mechanicalism, @commandershepardshtole, @valkyriejack and @kovu-the-mythical-being. Enjoy!
AN: Welcome aboard, Thirsty Crew! It is another random fandom Saturday, where we return to the Commonwealth. Spoiler warnings for essentially every early Brotherhood questline. Tagging @toxiicpop naturally, as is my custom. Enjoy!
Ominis has never truly felt envious of not having sight, it’s something he’s had to live with, a burden he’s carried and fought with and now he’s found peace with it.
But this doesn’t mean there isn’t an odd desperate need that sits heavily on his chest when he hears someone give you an off-handed compliment, or when someone comments about how beautiful the stars are, and he wonders to himself what you look like under the starry night glow, it’s a desperate want that bombards him.
And there are times he finds himself wondering why you’re with him, why you help him so often without excepting anything in return, he feels as if his burden is now yours, and with it comes horrid thoughts.
They gnaw at the back of his mind heedlessly until he starts to believe the words, and before he knows it he’s drowning himself in his own self-sabotage, avoiding you and isolating himself.
Because if he breaks it off with you first it would hurt him less when it eventually does happen and in his mind, it's bound to happen… at least that’s what he tells himself when he’s trying to stifle his cries at night because he can’t sleep and all he wants is to be in your arms.
And you can’t reach out to him, Ominis avoids you until you’re begging Sebastian to talk to him, and deep down you both know he’s far too stubborn, your heart hopelessly weeps for him as the distance between you both grows more isolating day by day.
Until one night you decide that you’ve had enough, almost a whole month has passed and you’ve barely spoken more than three words to him, and it’s tearing you apart, so you wait until everyone is asleep and you sneak your way into Ominis’ room with a hopeful heart.
He’s still awake sitting crossed-legged with a book in his lap and you watch his gentle fingers graze against the brail, he immediately looks up over at his door and you swallow deeply trying to calm down your nerves.
“It’s just me Ominis, we need to talk” you whisper so gently as you inch closer to his bed, a pit of dread forms in his stomach at your words.
“There is nothing for us to talk about, it is late you should go to bed” he stiffly says and the coldness in his tone hurts.
You sigh as you take a seat on his bed and you watch as he tenses up shifting away from you with a huff.
“Ominis please, something has happened between us— have— have I done something? Said something? Please just talk to me Ominis” the desperation in your sad voice sends guilt seeping into his bones and it tears him apart.
He quickly shifts to move closer to you, your warmth beckoning him to lean closer, “Merlin no— no you didn’t do anything, I- I’m so sorry” his voice wobbles with pain, and tears well up in his milky eyes.
Weeks of built-up emotions gather in his eyes and they threaten to spill, and the feeling is far too overwhelming.
You look at his face, noticing the way his lip quivers and how his brows knit together with hurt woven through his sorrowful expression, and there’s an urge to wrap him up and protect him from whatever seems to be bothering him.
“You can talk to me Ominis, I’m here for you, always” you sigh taking his shaky hands in yours and there's a relief that washes over him when your warm hand clasps over his cold ones.
“Why?-- You could have someone so much better, someone who can appreciate your beauty in different ways, you shouldn’t have to put up with me and my inability to do such mundane things” he explains and he feels as if the weight that has been suffocating him is finally lifted and he can breathe.
Your chest feels heavy, “What? No Ominis, I don’t ‘put up with you’ that’s not it at all— I love you Ominis, I help you when you need me because I love you— I would do anything for you” you smile carefully wiping his tears that fall from his wet eyelashes.
You bring his hands to your face, and you watch as he looks at you quizzically until you take his index finger gently guiding it down the bridge of your nose, and you let his thumbs graze against your warm cheeks down your jaw then finally to your chin. His gaze softens with admiration.
"You don't have to see me to appreciate my beauty Ominis, You can do that in your own special way, my love" you add softly and there's a smile that teeters on his lips.
“I love you, and it scares me” he admits with a shaky voice, and you’re quick to engulf him in a loving hug, you cradle his head against the crook of your neck and you can feel his tears against your skin as he cries.
“I just don’t want to lose you” he sniffles, his arms sneaking around your waist as he squeezes you.
“You won’t sweetheart, you won’t lose me not now not ever” you remind him, and it’s enough for Ominis right now, it’s enough to cease that horrid voice in the back of his head.
“I’m sorry, I’ve been an awful boyfriend,” he says arms warping around you as he nuzzles against your neck, you smell what home should smell like, comforting and loving, you are his home.
Your hands run against his back in reassurance, “You don’t have to apologize love bug” you giggle as he groans at the silly pet name you have a habit of calling him.
He pulls away from you with a tearful expression and a small smile, “Could you stay tonight, please?” He asks softly, resting his forehead against yours and your hands play with his hair.
“Of course, I’ll stay for as long as you want, always.” You press a gentle kiss to his lips as he lays down curled up beside you with a loved-filled heart, and Ominis thinks he’ll talk to you more about his feelings in the future.
As Y/N and Ominis sat by the lake in Hogwarts Valley, they basked in the warm sun and enjoyed the beautiful scenery around them. They had been friends for a while now, but Y/N had started to develop feelings for Ominis, and she couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous around him.
As they chatted and enjoyed their picnic, the heat of the day became too much for Y/N, and she decided to take a dip in the lake. She quickly stripped down to her black lace underwear and dove into the water, feeling the coolness of the lake wash over her.
Ominis could hear the splashes in the water and the laughter from Y/N. He was curious about what was happening and asked her if everything was alright. Y/N explained that she was taking a swim to cool off and that the water was very refreshing.
With a playful tone, Y/N convinced Ominis to join her, and together they enjoyed each other’s company in the water. Y/N described to Ominis the beauty of the lake and the surroundings.
As they swam, Y/N and Omnis played games, splashing water at each other and trying to catch each other off guard. Y/N would often dive underwater and tickle Omnis’s side, causing him to laugh and splutter.
Omnis, in turn, played the game of “Marco Polo” with Y/N. He would call out “Marco,” and Y/N would respond with “Polo.” He used his sense of hearing to locate Y/N in the water, and they continued to play until they were both out of breath from laughing.
As the sun began to set, Y/N and Ominis got out of the water and dried off. They sat on the bank of the lake, listening to the sounds of nature around them.
Y/N’s eyes held him in his gaze as if he were the only person on the planet. Omnis felt the intensity of her love, and he knew that he had found more than a friend. Y/N was the missing piece he had been searching for all his life.
Sebastian telling a ur mom joke or some stupid joke to Ominis seems so funny to me
it would've been really fun! but having a recording of them talking to each other is honestly more difficult than just one person speaking. sorry! i did try, but it all sounded so bad!
Ok so I was going through your comments and I found out it is elevenlab but I wanted to know if you just replaced the voice or did you pay for the premium is you made it could you tell me how? Plz 🥺
i paid for the subscription and did the "voice clone" - i honestly looked all over to find a free method, but i found nothing, and i really wanted to give it a try.. so i had to pay, sadly
Something had me thinking the other night- The MC disappears for days on end, is always somehow getting themselves into trouble- and in some situations contently both figuratively and literally fighting for their lives-
It would be safe to say more then a few students would be concerned for their wellbeing-
