#a3-21

[hitomistierlitz]

[aliaknife]

Family (Virgo - Armitage - A3-21)

[baronvontribble]

okay. i've seen far worse posted on here, i figure i can post this. obscure ship from a 16 1/2 year old game? sure why not

i'm adding the mature tag myself i'll take the L on how far this post manages to reach

[stoat-party]

harkness wants to throw you in the potomac so so fraeakingf bad PLEASE

[iravaid]

*Talking about Chief Harkness of Rivet City* I miss my wife, Tails. I miss him a lot

[catigereptile]

Never should’ve let him on this damn boat

[m-u-n-c-h-y]

Don’t mind me, just doodling my Fo3 otp having a little break~ <3

[its-a-humanriot]

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

(I have foolishly started another ficlet instead of finishing my current WIPs. So it goes. Both Common Language part III and the potato fic are still in progress so hoping to have them ready soon - in the meantime, the Fallout 3 side character getting some love this week is...Harkness!)

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His stomach churns – although Pinkerton has told him everything is well healed by now, he does not want to make a mistake, to let all the pain be for nothing. Mistakes are not tolerated at the Institute, and they cannot be tolerated here either – not when it could cost him his freedom.

That is why he feels like this, isn’t it?

Once a plan of action is formulated in his head, there is no logical reason to delay further – he has washed his hands to minimise the ever-diminishing chance of infection, he has long since proved he has steady hands even under pressure – and he starts unravelling the cloth from around his head into the sink. The writhing in his abdomen only seems to get worse the more skin he unveils. Is this what nausea feels like? A3-21 has never vomited before, but he feels like he might now. His hands don’t shake until the final layer of bandages is exposed, and he takes a steadying breath before gently lifting the last layer of fabric free with only a slight tremble in his fingers.

A stranger stares back at him from the mirror with his eyes, and his stomach lurches stronger than ever, bile clawing at the back of his throat.