Chapters: 3/?
Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy, Fallout: New Vegas, Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Characters: Kaidan Alenko, Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Victor (Fallout: New Vegas), James Vega, Zevlor (Baldur's Gate)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Crossover, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Crack Crossover, Crack Treated Seriously, Canon-Typical Violence, Head Injury, Gun Violence, Canon Dialogue, Death, Minor Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Alcohol, Cigarettes, Blood and Injury, Blood and Violence, Blood and Gore, Gore, Gunshot Wounds, Drug Use, Drugs, References to Drugs
Summary:
An adaption of Fallout: New Vegas featuring characters from the Mass Effect trilogy and Baldur's Gate 3.
Kaidan Alenko, a former NCR Ranger, is currently working as a courier through the post-nuclear ruins of the American Southwest. After a seemingly simple delivery went south, leaving him left for dead, he must track his would-be killer and the package he stole. Along his journey he runs into a mysterious drifter named Astarion, who doesn't seem cut out for the Wasteland's way of life, and yet somehow manages to survive while keeping secrets of his own. Kaidan must decide what kind of man he's going to be as he navigates the desert, and the ghosts of his past.
Yay! New chapter! And it’s still 2026! Oh God is it still 2026!
Anyway yeah, three chapters down. And I’ve already started drafting the fourth. That’s cool.
Thank you for reading! Here’s an excerpt under the cut:
“Oh darling, we have got to stop meeting like this.”
Kaidan glared at the now familiar face of Astarion. “Drop the knife,” he snarled.
“Drop the gun.”
He considered this for a moment. “On the count of three.”
Astarion’s eyes narrowed. “All right.”
Kadain fidgeted in his grip. “One,” he wheezed.
“Two,” Astarion said, squeezing the handle of his knife.
“Three.”
Neither dropped their weapon.
“I see we’re at a bit of an impasse,” Astarion said. He relaxed the tension on Kaidan’s throat.
“So it seems,” Kaidan said, finally able to breathe properly. He kept his gun pressed against Astarion’s silvery locks.
Astarion scoffed. “I don’t understand why you keep following me. Do you really want that locket so badly?”
“Believe it or not, I’m not here for you. But if you don’t mind, yeah, I’d like my locket back.” Kaidan tried to look past him. “What are you doing here, anyway?”
“Oh, you know, just scavenging what I can here in the Wasteland.”
“You’re looting.”
“I believe the locals call it ‘prospecting’.”
Astarion had finally let his grip loose enough that Kaidan could shove him back. Once he was free, he took a good look at him. Astarion had somehow found some new clothes, swapping out the dirty rags that were stitched around him for a clean shirt, cargo pants, and a long leather sleeveless jacket. Kaidan’s gaze drifted behind him, where he saw a dead man stripped to his underwear and shoved up under the front desk.
“I don’t know if I’d call what you do ‘prospecting’.”
Astarion followed his gaze. “Oh, that? He attacked me.” He gave Kaidan a sly look. “Why? Was he a friend of yours?”
Kaidan cringed and sighed. “No.” He had to give him credit: that was one less convict to worry about.
Astarion leaned against the desk and examined his nails. “Anyway, you still haven’t told me what you’re doing here. If I’m truly not the reason, what is?”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov
Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Fluff
Series: Part 2 of this is how you fall in love
Summary:
Steve doodles, Natasha thinks they're better than doodles, Steve's not so sure.
There once was a small tiger. She lived in a world of colorful boxes that exploded with the most beautiful sounds, but were ever so fun to climb on. But it was space she dreamed of. Space was in the dominion of the Small One. She was larger than the others, but the small tiger could fit through the gates to the stench of the Small One's kingdom. It assaulted all her senses. The mountain of cloth, full of stench and mush, held the key to her goal. She pounced and grasped at the edge of space, her claws drifting against galaxies and loose stars.
Until the Big Ones grab at her and pull her away from the beautiful space. They tucked the Small One under another mountain of cloth and tossed her out beyond the kingdom's gate.
Disappointed at having come so close, the small tiger leaps onto the plateau of preparation, where the expensive blood-flowers were. If she couldn't have the space, she would eat the flowers.
A/N: This is my first khh scenario. I hate rereading my stuff so sorry in advance if there are any mistakes. Anyway this is a requested Simon angst.
“Are you on your way yet,” Jay huffed into the phone. You rolled your eyes, listening to him complain. “I’m literally walking up the stairs,” you said.
You pushed open the door to the studio and looked around. The lobby was completely free of any living being. You pulled your phone from your jean pocket. “Sorry, I got called into a meeting,” you read out loud. You let out a long sigh and made your way to a couch. Kiseok gently closed the door to his studio. He looked up and saw you, “Y/N? What are you doing here?” You turned to face him, a slight blush heating up your face. “Jay wanted to hang but he’s in a meeting now,” you said pointing to Jay’s closed door. Kiseok nodded and took a seat next to you. You looked straight ahead, too nervous to look at him for too long.
“Have you thought about what I told you,” you asked staring a hole into the wall. Kiseok sighed, “Yeah.”
“And?”
“Look Y/N, I got this reputation that I want to keep up.”
You nodded as his words sunk in. You scoffed as a tear slid down your cheek. Kiseok reached out to grab your hand, “I do care about you and if it weren’t for the-,”
You shook your head, “How can you say that Kiseok? How can you blatantly reject me but still say you care? I get you want to keep up this fuck boy persona you’ve got but don’t use that bullshit on me. Just leave it alone.”
“I do care, Y/N. I care so fucking much but I also care about my music and my fucking income.”
“Save it, Kiseok. You’ve already decided,” you pushed off the couch and opened the door to an empty studio. You shut the door behind you and locked it. “Why do I care so fucking much,” you asked as you wiped the tears off your face. Kiseok banged on the door, “Y/N open it.” You sat in the office chair and stared at the door. Kiseok spent five minutes begging you to come out.
“Why do you care so much,” you asked through the door. Kiseok stopped banging, “Fuck I don’t know why. I just know that I care about you.”
“Then why do you keep pulling away,” you yelled through the door. It was silent for a few seconds. “Y/N, can you please open the door?” You slowly cracked open the door. Kiseok stared into your puffy, red eyes, “I’m afraid.”
“Of what?”
“I don’t know. I like that you come around here all the time. I like seeing you. I’m afraid that we’ll date and break up and I won’t be able to see you anymore. I love you and I’m afraid of losing you.”
You laughed. Kiseok stared at you. “Sorry,” you said in between breaths, “It’s just, I think that’s the cutest thing you’ve ever said.” Kiseok’s face softened, “So am I forgiven?”
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy, Fallout: New Vegas, Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Characters: Kaidan Alenko, Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Victor (Fallout: New Vegas), James Vega, Zevlor (Baldur's Gate)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Crossover, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Crack Crossover, Crack Treated Seriously, Canon-Typical Violence, Head Injury, Gun Violence, Canon Dialogue, Death, Minor Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Alcohol, Cigarettes, Buried Alive
Summary:
An adaption of Fallout: New Vegas featuring characters from the Mass Effect trilogy and Baldur's Gate 3.
Kaidan Alenko, a former NCR Ranger, is currently working as a courier through the post-nuclear ruins of the American Southwest. After a seemingly simple delivery went south, leaving him left for dead, he must track his would-be killer and the package he stole. Along his journey he runs into a mysterious drifter named Astarion, who doesn't seem cut out for the Wasteland's way of life, and yet somehow manages to survive while keeping secrets of his own. Kaidan must decide what kind of man he's going to be as he navigates the desert, and the ghosts of his past.
The next chapter is finally done and posted! I said this in the end notes, but A Lot Of Stuff^TM has been happening recently. Besides all what you see on the news, I also have been dealing with personal and work stuff. We all have! But my shit as been very distracting. And I finally got past it to post...... something!
The next chapter’s first draft is done, and I want to say the start of the following chapter? I’m not sure how I’m chopping that up yet. But 🤞 fingers crossed that I have it done before the end of the year 😩
Excerpt below the cut:
At the far edge of camp, set up in a corner between two crumbling pre-war buildings, was the command center. Just a couple of tents and some picnic tables set up in front of them. An older man, heat blasted from years in the desert, was leaning against one of the tables, drinking from a canteen. From the hardware on his shoulder Kaidan could see he was a sergeant.
He noticed him approach and grabbed his rifle.
“Halt, this is an NCR tactical command! State your business.”
Kaidan stopped and held up his hands. “I’m here to see Lt. Vega. I need to get to Primm.”
“Primm’s been overrun,” the sergeant said. “No one’s getting in. And why should you see the lieutenant?”
Kaidan sighed. It’d be easier to play this card early. “Major Alenko, former NCR Ranger. I served with Lt. Vega at Hoover Dam.”
The sergeant looked more surprised than the trooper. “Major….” Quickly he snapped to attention and saluted him. “Sgt. Zevlor, 5th Battalion, 1st Company. It is an honor to meet you, sir.”
Kaidan sheepishly returned the salute. “Please, it’s not necessary,” he said as they both dropped their salutes. “Just call me Kaidan. Now, about Vega….”
“Right this way, sir.”
Sgt. Zevlor led him to one of the tents. Inside Kaidan recognized the large muscle bound man frowning over a map with another officer. There were a few extra lines here and there, but otherwise he looked the same as the last time he saw him. Even the big scar across his face was the same.
The muscle man looked up and smiled wide. “Alenko? While I’ll be a son of a bitch.” He reached out and grabbed Kaidan’s hand, pulling him close and patting his back. “It’s good to see you, man.”
“Likewise,” Kaidan said, patting Vega’s back in kind. Separating, he asked,
“How’ve you been?”
“Oh, you know how it is. Up shit creek and command won’t send us a paddle.”
“That bad?”
Vega scoffed. Folding his arms, he explained, “There was a prison break around here about a month back. Convicts took over, started prowling the Wasteland.”
“I heard about that. The Powder Gangers?”
“Yeah, they’re set up in the prison. But then a few of them broke off, tried their own thing. They’re the ones that took the town hostage.”
Kaidan looked over the map. Most of the notes were centered around Primm, with locations marked where the Powder Gangers and other raiders were spotted. The locations of NCR troops were sparse.
“What’s the plan here?” he asked, brows furrowing.
“Uh, right now?” Vega blew out a puff of air. “Sit tight and wait for reinforcements.”
Kaidan studied the map further. “How long will that be?”
Vega glanced between the junior officer and Sgt. Zevlor. “We don’t know,” he admitted.
“The raiders were better organized than we were told,” Zevlor said. “There’s not many, but they’ve managed to build a solid defensive position in the old hotel. And they’ve got hostages.”
Kaidan jerked up at that. “They’ve got hostages?”
Vega nodded. “About half the town was killed in the takeover. The other half is holed up in one of the casinos. No one gets in or out without getting shot at. Not that they don’t try. We even heard some gunfire earlier this morning. But no one’s managed to make it to our side of town.”
“And you’re just, what? Sitting here?”
Vega glanced at his subordinates, then led Kaidan off to the side. Between them, he said, “Look, it’s been… different since you retired. We’re not as well supplied as we used to be. Command’s shifted most of the troops into Baja. We just don’t have the resources to launch an assault here.” He shifted on his feet. “Besides, technically Primm isn’t in our jurisdiction. Our orders are to contain the prisoners, not liberate the town.”
Kaidan glared at him. “So you’re just leaving it?”
“If we were doing that, I wouldn’t be sitting here with my thumb up my ass.” Vega rubbed his eyes. “Lola’d know what to do,” he said wistfully.
Kaidan kept quiet. Vega was more or less mentored under Shepard. He knew what she would have done. She did more with even less than what they had here. She was a goddamn miracle worker.
But she wasn’t here now. It was just them.
“Listen, James,” Kaidan said. “I need to get into town. Is there a way in that won’t get me shot?”
“Not really, no. Only way in is the overpass. Takes you right into the middle of town. Not only will you be a sitting duck for the convicts, but we’ve set up mines there. Trying to keep them confined to town.” Vega eyed him mischievously. “What’s your interest in Primm?”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy, Fallout: New Vegas, Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Characters: Kaidan Alenko, Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Victor (Fallout: New Vegas), Doc Mitchell, Trudy (Fallout), Sunny Smiles, Joe Cobb
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Crossover, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Crack Crossover, Crack Treated Seriously, Canon-Typical Violence, Head Injury, Gun Violence, Canon Dialogue, Death, Minor Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Alcohol, Cigarettes, Buried Alive
Summary:
An adaption of Fallout: New Vegas featuring characters from the Mass Effect trilogy and Baldur's Gate 3.
Kaidan Alenko, a former NCR Ranger, is currently working as a courier through the post-nuclear ruins of the American Southwest. After a seemingly simple delivery went south, leaving him left for dead, he must track his would-be killer and the package he stole. Along his journey he runs into a mysterious drifter named Astarion, who doesn't seem cut out for the Wasteland's way of life, and yet somehow manages to survive while keeping secrets of his own. Kaidan must decide what kind of man he's going to be as he navigates the desert, and the ghosts of his past.
First chapter of the longfic I’ve been working on. Basically what happened was I felt like I lost control of my life and so have been doing the writing equivalent of smashing all my action figures together.
I’m writing this by the seat of my pants, and will be posting chapters as they get finished. Meaning outside of ideas and the plot of New Vegas I don’t really have a plan for this. I’m half-way through the first draft of chapter 2, and don’t know when that will be finished. I don’t know if this whole thing will be finished. But it’ll be fun to find out.
Shout out to @biggestdisappointmentinwarfare for being the beta on this, your notes were super helpful for fleshing out that first draft!
Excerpt below the cut:
The sun was long set by the time Kaidan climbed back up the hill to the abandoned gas station. The building was rotted out, with a decaying truck sitting in the garage. The sarsaparilla vending machine flickered outside. Through the boards on the windows he thought he saw more light flickering.
He slowly turned the knob on the door, hand hovering over his 10mm. This guy was in trouble, but it never hurt to keep your guard up in the Wastes. Someone could be playing the damsel, then shoot you when your back was turned.
The old store was eerily quiet. Shelves were knocked over, the glass on the fridges all broken in. It looked like nothing had changed since the bombs dropped. A single lantern sat on the counter, its light burning low. A partially eaten bloatfly thorax rocked silently next to it.
Kaidan took a few steps in, then hissed as the cold blade of the knife bit into his neck, the wrist of his shooting hand held in a vice grip.
“Don’t move, don’t even breath.”
Kaidan sighed, then elbowed his attacker with his free arm. The knife clattered to the ground. Now it was his turn. Kaidan whipped around, slammed his attacker into the wall behind them, and held his gun up to his head.
His attacker was a small, skinny man, deathly pale for someone traveling across the Mojave. Bloodshot eyes glared up at Kaidan, filled with malice and fear.
“You Astarion?”
“Depends. Who’s asking?”
Kaidan sighed, deeper this time. “Sunny Smiles, from Goodsprings. She sent me here to help you.”
“Oh goodie. And I’m to take your word for it?”
“If I was with the Powder Gangers, you’d be dead already.”
“And yet you still have a gun to my head.”
Kaidan coughed. “You held a knife to my throat!”
“Just a common Wasteland greeting, apparently.” Something pressed into Kaidan’s stomach. “Now that we’ve officially followed custom, maybe you should step back.”
Kaidan lowered his gun, his eyes warily watching the new knife the pale man held. “Well, are you Astarion?”
The pale man slipped the knife in his waistband. “If you are truly sent by Smiles, then yes.” He bowed slightly, with a small flourish. His eyes narrowed as he straightened his back. “Now, why are you really here?”
“Sunny wants to drive the Gangers back for good. Thinks you can help. Plus it’ll get you out of this predicament.”
Astarion cupped his chin. “One less predicament would be nice.” He flashed Kaidan an icy glance. “And what will you be doing?”
“I’ll be helping.”
“What? Just out of the kindness of your heart?”
Kaidan fidgeted. The words of his commander echoed in his mind. “This town did me a good turn,” he said. “I owe them. Besides, they really need the help.”
Astarion kept his eye on him. Something seemed to turn in his mind. “Tell me, Mr….?”
“Uh, Alenko. Kaidan Alenko.”
“Kaidan Alenko? Well! Tell me, Mr. Alenko: are you familiar with the name Cazador Szar?”
Kaidan shook his head. “Should I be?”
“Not if you want to keep your blood where it is.” Astarion looked him up and down. “So, what? The three of us are supposed to take on an explosive prison gang by ourselves?”
No word count picture b/c it was only like a hundred words in the document today (I swear it's like pulling teeth right now) BUT I did finish editing the first chapter of this long fic. Right now the plan is to read it one final time for spelling and grammar, then fuck it we ball.
Hoping to have it posted tomorrow night, but considering I've never posted to AO3 before and may hit a snag with the tags we shall see.
If not tomorrow then Monday night (I have work all weekend, and when I saw all weekend, I mean when I'm not at work I'll be sleeping. Twelve hour shifts will do that (at least it's only three days a week hehehehehe)).
My brother asked me today if he could read some of my fics. Turns out he’s been interested in reading them since he was like 15 (hes 22 now) but he didn’t know how I would handle it cause I wasn’t pleased when my dad snooped and read one of them when I’d just started telling people (this was almost six years ago now I don’t give a duck).
I sent him the link I’m kind of nervous but idk why I’ll let y’all know what he thinks if he ever actually reads them.
