Benny swung again without giving her a chance to recover, but she swerved. Face twisted in delight, she veered left, the blade an extension of her hand. Benny tried to block, but with a crack, her blade hit its mark and buried deep into the flesh of his arm. From the screams, Inculta figured she’d hit bone, and as she yanked the weapon free, he could see he was right. Flesh and sinew hung above his elbow, keeping upper and lower connected with hope and prayer.
Desperate, he switched his blade to his working arm, but it buckled under the weight of her blows, sending him screaming into the bloodied sand, cradling his mangled limb.
In all seriousness, I've been meaning to draw Six for some time now, and here's my first attempt~ The background became a bit much for me, but I do think I managed to capture her general, mmmm, vibe.
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! :)
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not a lover
Type: Standalone
Universe: Baldur’s Gate 3
Pairing: F!Tav x Astarion
Rating: I feel like it could be T but there’s some mention of sex/trauma so let’s just call it M
Prompt: After Astarion’s confession in Act 2, Tav resigns to being his friend out of the tremendous guilt from shacking up with him in Act 1. They meet 10 years later. Fluff ensues. Basically, I wrote this to heal my own heart.
Excerpt: “Honestly, darling, I should be insulted that you would force me to stoop to these lengths just to talk to you. This alleyway is positively filthy.”
Warnings: Slight sex/SA-related trauma
Tags/Tropes: mutual pining, guilty!tav because I want to see it, astarion trying to recover from his trauma, fuck cazador, unascended/spawn astarion, i haven’t finished act 2 so I’m basing end-game astarion on the YT videos I’ve watched so be gentle
Don’t Cry Over Spilt Wine
Type: Standalone
Universe: Baldur’s Gate 3
Pairing: F!Tav x Astarion, brief F!Tav x Gale but it's not flattering lol
Rating: E
Prompt: When Gale’s proposition fails to leave Tav satisfied, Astarion saves the night.
Excerpt: “Darling, you’re sitting in front of a naked vampire with over two hundred years of experience. You didn’t really think I came out here just to hear about how Gale is terrible in bed, did you?”
Warnings:
I wrote this when Gale was really, really getting on my nerves in Act 1 because of the apparent bug. I didn't realize it was a bug at the time. I've since grown a bit more fond of him because I feel bad that his ex is literally asking him to unalive himself but the characterization for him in here is nooooot nice. So, stay away if that offends you <3 I will not be rewriting it lol
Dirty, dirty smut. Also if you’re not into blood, this ain’t the right pairing/fic for you.
Tags/Tropes: I’ve written a foursome and somehow this feels filthier than that, vampire sex, blood sucking, cunnilingus, blow job, vaginal sex, gale is a unwilling cuck, astarion is superior and he knows it, astarion actually enjoys the sex, they ruin a perfectly good party, Tav has a vampire kink?
Rendevzous
Type: Standalone
Universe: Heaven’s Secret by Romance Club
Pairing: Vicky x Mimi x Dino x Lucifer, hinted Vicky x Bont
Rating: E
Prompt: After Malbonte publicly teases Vicky for her relationship with Bont, the rest of the group has questions.
Excerpt: Mimi smiled, enjoying embarrassing her friend. “Yes, as her official after-life bestie, I get all of the deets on the rest of her rendezvous. This is the first one she’s hidden from me, so I think it’s okay if I tease her about it. Right, V?” She ended her sentence with a wink.
Warnings: Spoiler-heavy, sexually explicit situations, and clear preference for Vicky x Lucifer (not sorry about it at all). I’d call it shameless smut, but honestly, I’m quite shameful over this (and it's my first smut ever!).
Disguise
Type: Standalone
Rating: T
Universe: Fallout: New Vegas
Pairing: f!Courier x Vulpes Inculta, brief f!Courier x Benny
Prompt: f!Courier spends the night before Benny’s murder enjoying a drink in private before she’s approached by an strange yet attractive man.
Warnings: Explicit language, slight slut-shamming(?), brief mentions of violence (see “murder” in prompt)
Salt and Vinegar
Type: Series (10/30?)
Rating: M
Universe: Fallout 3
Pairing: f!Lone Wanderer x Butch DeLoria
Prompt: Felicity escapes Vault 101 in pursuit of her father, and her childhood bully follows suit. A reimagining of Fallout 3, but if Butch was by your side the entire time.
Themes: Enemies to friends to lovers (eventually)
Warnings: Explicit language, descriptions of corpses, threats of violence/bodily harm, threats of non-con, dub-con, violence, death, eventual smut
Chapter 1: Two Are Better Than One
Chapter 2: Daddy Lied
Chapter 3: Moving In
Chapter 4: He Knew
Chapter 5: Salon Treatment
Chapter 6: Capacity for Violence
Chapter 7: Return of the Tunnel Snakes
Chapter 8: Teller of Truths
Chapter 9: Memory Lane
Chapter 10: New Fits
A Short-Sighted Man
Type: Series (5/5)
Rating: E
Universe: Fallout 3
Pairing: f! Lone Wanderer x Butch DeLoria
Prompt: It's prom night, and Felicity (unintentionally) makes a bet with Butch that she's not prepared to cash in.
Excerpt: “Come onnnn. Tell me what it was like. Vault-shattering? Toe curling?” His voice raised to a higher, mocking pitch when he continued, “Oh, Butch! Don’t stop!”
Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content
Tags: Slightly canon divergent, enemies to lovers, Lone becomes a sugar momma, Butch has a plan but he falls in love, there will be plot i promise
A snippet from my in waiting/slowly on-going Dispatches from New Vegas.
I’m not sure if this one will actually make it into the chapter. I think it will, but this thing’s been changing on me constantly (as in, I still don’t have the chapter prior to this written because I wrote it and it needs to change and take on a whole new format.)
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When Vulpes returns to camp his appearance is met with no more than a few subtle nods from the two legionaries who are still awake, one on watch and the other working on mending weapons and armor before he settles for the night.
He slinks to the far side of the fire, away from them, stares into the flame.
Not far away, in the alcove of a rocky outcropping, he imagines the Courier might be doing the same, kneeling before her tiny, dying fire, considering her next move. Attempt to stow the bodies of the drug addled desert gang before some wasteland creature comes scavenging? Or pack her gear and continue down the road to find another resting spot?
He’s certain she’ll choose to move on rather than risk becoming a meal or victim for whatever animal passes by.
But, he has to admit, there’s something stirring about the thought of her dragging the bodies of her would-be killers into a pile for the animals to feed on.
He recalls the way she twisted beneath the weight of the gang leader as the man tried to drive a knife into her shoulder, as the blade snagged on her armor—cutting skin but saving the muscle—how she’d shoved the butt of her gun back into his nose, then used his own recoil to flip him so that he was beneath her and driven her knife into his chest.
He’d thrown his own opponent back long enough to pause and admire the sight of the courier, spattered in blood, tendrils of hair tumbling into her eyes without the aid of her bandanna to hold them back.
Shifting, Vulpes reaches into the pouch on his cingulum, pulls out the strip of blue and white fabric she’d been wearing around her head at Nipton and, still, when he’d pulled her from her fire into the shadowed alcove of the boulders.
The fabric is relatively clean. New, he thinks, recently bought or traded for. He twists it around his fingers, brings it to his nose, inhales slowly, deeply. There’s a sharp bitterness of Mojave dirt, but beneath it, a sweet musky scent that seems a mix of Agave—a moisturizing ointment, perhaps—and her own sweat.
Agave moisturizer. Silken undergarments the color of midnight water. She’s a creature of the road, but still one who likes certain comforts.
He rolls that conclusion around in his head, finds it palatable and stows it away as he tucks the bandanna back into its new home.
