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“Protecting you isn’t my responsibility, but I still want to.”

Chapter 3 is finally being written.

I can’t believe it has been almost a year since I published chapter 2. Where does the time go? I’ve written over 2,000 words in three days and I’m not stopping. This should be the final chapter of this little AhsokaxTrace story, but getting back into it now, I really don’t want this to be over.

Read my original story I Am No Jedi

#ahsoka tano #trace martez #fanfic #star wars fanfiction #sapphic

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AO3 First Lines

I was tagged by @vault-heck

rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

A shrill scream echoed over the hills followed by the baying of dozens of similarly shredded vocal cords.

from After Dark: A Brotherhood of Steel Story (four original queer characters! In a polycule!)

“Next up, we’ve got that ol’ classic sung by the incomparable Bing Crosby, I’ll Be Home For Christmas.”

from Gay Happy Meeting (an After Dark Christmas themed one shot)

Alarms screamed and warning lights flashed throughout the entire ship.

from I Am No Jedi (Star Wars- Ahsoka x Trace Martez sapphic slow burn that I never got back to)

“Please! Stop! You’re hurting me. I can walk! I-“

from Nisha's Will (A fallout 4 NSFW one shot about Nisha's sick perversions. Seriously, this is the most fucked up thing I've ever written, but she is a ruthless raider boss...)

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!”

from Wet in the Wasteland (Fallout 4 Female SS x Cait NSFW one shot. Humorous and kinky. Partially inspired After Dark. My most popular fic)

Nora took a deep breath as she walked the single road through Sanctuary.

from Shameless (A fallout 4 Female SS x Curie NSFW one shot? There's a part two but it's only loosely connected. Just smut basically)

Curie’s breath caught as she hurriedly flipped through the pages of the extremely faded magazine.

from Gal Pals (part two to Shameless. Curie x Lucy Abernathy, Female SS. NSFW)

#my fics #my ocs #a03 writer #star wars fic #fallout 4 fic #smut #ahsoka tano #trace martez #female sole survivor #curie #lucy abernathy #cait

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This hit home, and I think it will resonate hard with all my creative friends, here. You are amazing and brilliant and I BEG YOU to keep creating!! ❤️❤️❤️

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it never fails to surprise me how some people will simply take every single thing in a story at face value and assume that what the characters are saying or doing or thinking must always be true even when all of the context clues are screaming the opposite

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I may or may not have hinted at a Pillie/Ellper? pairing in chapter 7

Ellie Perkins | Fallout 4

#After Dark #Fallout 4 #does that ship even exist #piper wright #ellie perkins

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Chapter 7 was so much fun to write! It had plenty of surprises for me. It’s about as long as chapter 3 but it wasn’t such a slog to write. There are some fun tidbits in there and I am so so excited about where this story is going next.

#After Dark #brotherhood of steel #fallout 4 #fallout 4 fan fic #fallout 4 fan fiction #queer fallout 4 #queer fallout 4 fan fiction #Piper Wright #nat wright #diamond city #goodneighbor #polycule #sapphic #lesbian #lesbian fan fiction #sapphic fan fiction

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storing for future reference

~ Shamrock Taphouse basement

I love how Danse always thinks about others; even when faced with a beer making robot. 

#fallout #fallout 4

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Christmas one shot! I started this last week and put it off until today, just barely making it in time for Christmas day, my time. There is a major story development that will be important going forward into chapter 7, but the story can be read as is.

#my ocs #After Dark #brotherhood of steel #fallout 4 fan fiction #christmas one shot #fallout 4 christmas #queer characters #original queer characters #queer fallout 4 fan fiction

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For Glad and Golden Hours

A cavity-inducing Christmas one-shot set in the What God Doesn't Give You storyline!

Noah was soon surprised to hear it was his turn again already. “Hell, alright.” He scanned the packages and reached for one that bore a heart next to his name.

“From you?” He asked Preston, and was met with a nod.

The box was about the size of a fusion core, but not as heavy. His breath caught when he looked at the tag again, and he removed it from the twine in order to save it. 

Inside the box was a thick layer of fabric that surrounded a holotape. A dark faded sticker stretched around the plastic plating, unlike most tapes he found around the Commonwealth these days which were always sloppily labeled with paint or marker. This one was pre-war . 

He turned it over and immediately had to put it back in the box to blink back tears. Preston had somehow found a full length Johnny Cash tape in almost perfect condition.

“I tested it,” Preston was already telling him. “The whole thing plays.”

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OH MY GOD IF THIS ISN’T IMPLEMENTED INTO THE FIC

❛ i want to see you. ❜ for the prompts, dealer's choice on pairing!

Yesss! I've been dying to write some Piperheit smut so here we go.

Fresh from the shower and dressed in only a flannel about three sizes too large, Fahr almost looked like a different woman. Piper’s fingertips found damp strands of hair when she reached to pull her closer; she smelled of soap with no fragrances added, and whiskey lingered on her breath behind more immediate notes of mint mouthwash.

“I’ve missed you,” she muttered. “Where have you been?”

“Here,” Fahr whispered, tracing Piper’s left collarbone. “In all the ways that matter.”

The platitude was sort of becoming their thing, ever since Fahr said it, that one Thursday morning back in September, when Piper really didn’t want to leave Goodneighbor. Well… she hadn’t wanted to leave Fahrenheit’s bed. 

“Until I see you again, I’ll be here, Piper Wright. In all the ways that matter, anyway.”

She swung her leg over Piper to straddle her on the mattress and took her time to kiss her gently. Her lips were chapped, but less these days than they used to be. 

“I’ve missed you too.”

Piper scooted so that she was sitting upright against the headboard and wrapped arms around Fahr as they made out. She gasped at a sharp tug on her dark pixie cut, and opened their kiss enough to catch Fahrenheit’s lower lip between her teeth.

Fahr responded by gripping Piper’s waist with some fierceness, pressure behind nails, and with a moan that was low and deep. The kinds of touches and sounds that drove Piper wild. And she knows it. 

“I noticed you’re not wearing any underwear,” Piper told her in an even tone. “God, you’re so hot.”

“You like?” Her lips turned in a bratty sort of smile that Piper simultaneously loved, and couldn’t wait to replace.

“Mmm. In fact,” she said, running firm hands down Fahr’s body until they landed on her hips. “Turn around.”

She looked confused for a moment, eyes narrowing over gunmetal irises.

Piper pointed to the wall opposite the foot of the bed, where a long strip of reflective chrome acted as a full length mirror.

“I want to see you.”

Fahrenheit swallowed, and her freckles dimmed in the lower contrast of flushed cheeks. She stumbled a little bit in the movement, giggling and closing her eyes as she laid her head on Piper’s chest.

The flannel, while mostly unbuttoned, covered her breasts. Piper used her left hand to nudge her legs apart, exposing a lightly trimmed strawberry-blonde bush and large, hardening clit. 

Fahr kept her eyes tightly closed and nuzzled her neck. She guessed, based on a prior conversation that this type of thing would be just outside of Fahr's comfort zone, at least in terms of body image. So, Piper wove extra softness into her instructions.

“You look so beautiful, baby girl,” she purred. “Take off your shirt for me.”

Fahrenheit chewed on her lip and undid the remaining three buttons, then shrugged the olive shirt from her shoulders. With a glance to the mirror, her face and neck reddened further and she let out a small moan, instinctively lifting hands to her nipples.

“Don’t cover up, I told you,” Piper folded fingers around the back of her hands. “I want to see you– make good use of those and play with your nipples.”

“Ahhh,” Fahrenheit swallowed, and gave her a brief pout in their reflection, but complied.

“Good girl.” Piper raked nails up and down Fahr’s torso and sucked firmly on the side of her neck. The moans it earned her were several decibels louder, and she smiled against her shoulder.

“You don’t have to watch, okay? But I’m going to.” She smoothed her palm along Fahr’s stomach, then hip, then wrapped a gentle fist around her and grinned when her eyes shot open with pleasure.

“Keep your legs open. I’m going to edge you until you can’t remember your name, and I want to see you the whole time.”

#nsfw #piperheit #fallout 4 #smut #sapphic

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If Flynn ever did a photoshoot

https://www.instagram.com/p/CmM7TTDL6dN/

#Flynn Santiago #my oc

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it’s freezing here but I think I need a cold shower

"I've never done anything like this before" with whoever you want

Oooh let's give this a whirl with Omen and Chase 👀

No less than thirty feet from the solid ground beneath Omen's feet, a fearsome woman stood tip-toed on a branch that was only just wide enough for her feet. Her wrists were secured behind her back, in cuffs, though it had been of her own doing, and sly lips curled around the key.

"Chase, wait–"

A small motion, nothing more than a pout, and the key flew from her mouth. Omen caught it with ease a second later and let out a quiet huff of exasperation. They hated it when she did this– tested their resolve, their tactics, their readiness for shit to hit the fan, by putting herself on the line.

But it didn't take Chase long to figure out that Omen performed best under pressure.

"Get up here and unlock them. Don't think like someone bound by the laws of physics."

"I am bound by the laws of physics," Omen complained. You bitch.

"You have your limits." Her tone was bored. "I want you to push them."

The trace of a smile she had worn when Omen first left their trailer and saw her in the tree was gone, her features might as well have been steel.

"Why don't you come down here and push my limits yourself?"

They were buying themselves time to think, unhindered. How did Chase climb the tree? Had she cut down whatever she used to ascend, or did she expect Omen to find the route?

"Can't," she said simply. "I'm cuffed."

They scanned the tree for potential footholds and found nothing they could use. To the south there was nothing but a barren plain of dirt concrete; to the north, a decrepit building.

That had to be it, Omen reasoned. A moderately thick branch of the tree extended all but three feet to connecting with the building's roof access.

"Oh no, my legs are getting so tired," she deadpanned. Omen cursed under their breath.

The most difficult part of scaling it was keeping their eyes and thoughts off Chase and the branch that held her up. If the climb got too precarious, they could go inside the building to find roof access, but that would mean letting her out of their sight– an absolute last resort.

The brick proved resilient enough to support them, and after several minutes of struggle they found a windowsill that gave them the necessary boost to grab an edge of the roof.

The vault from the rooftop to the branch and the descent that followed was graceful. Once Omen had a good view and gravity on their side, they advanced toward her with ease. They hung from a branch above where Chase stood and gently dropped to hers, and only then realized how their limbs trembled.

"Congratulations," Chase said. "Please tell me you remembered the key."

Omen began to reach for their pocket, and hesitated. "Did I pass your test?"

Chase's eyes thinned. "In a way. Technically, all I told you was to unlock the handcuffs…"

Her gaze drifted past Omen, who turned their head to follow. On the second story of the building they had used for roof access, on an adjoining exterior wall, an extendable ladder leaned against brick on a fire escape platform.

"You made a decision before you collected all the information that was available to you."

Again.

"However, you accomplished your goal." Her mouth curved at one side. "I assume."

It felt like a trick question. The best of Chase's challenges always did.

"You're just being generous because I'm still holding the key."

Now the smile was contained to Chase's eyes, and a touch more flirtatious. "Do you blame me?"

Omen snickered.

"So what if I did forget the key? Should I go back for the ladder, the correct answer?" They leaned in a little closer. Chase wasn't going anywhere, and couldn't play dirty to shut them up, not with her hands out of the equation.

"I never said that was the correct answer," she breathed. "But either way, I don't believe you. I think you have that key in your bottom right coat pocket, and you're toying with me."

"Maybe so." The key sat like a dumbell in their bottom right coat pocket. Their desire for Chase sounded like lead in their voice.

"This is a nice change of pace." Her chest rose with deeper breaths. "Omen."

"Chase."

"Kiss me."

The wind picked up and pulled her shoulder length hair to the side. It wove around Omen's ankles and renewed their sense of urgency.

"I've… never done anything like this before."

"To be fair, it's likely that no one has."

Yes, fair, not entirely reassuring.

"That's part of what makes this exciting though, isn't it?" Chase's eyes glinted, a flash that was gone as quickly as Omen could perceive it.

They sighed and glanced downward. Too high for comfort.

And yet… Chase looked phenomenal. Yes, it was exciting.

The height itself did little for Omen. It was Chase that kept them logic, her eyes electric and skin flushed from finally being on the receiving end of something so dangerous. They wouldn't often have an opportunity like this, to have the upper hand.

They put a hand to her waist for a sense of stability and leaned in to kiss her in a single fluid motion.

Chase gasped into their kiss with genuine surprise. Omen could practically feel her heart rate jump; she was used to being in charge.

As they kissed, Omen's confidence grew. They pulled away just as she relaxed her jaw, making her sigh in frustration, and they smiled.

"Come back." Her eyes fluttered open.

Omen watched her from a short distance, then pinned her to the trunk of the tree with gradual pressure of a knee between her legs. The gasp it elicited sent a delicious chill down their spine.

They ran their hand up her stomach and chest and rested it just below her throat. They could see evidence of her heightened pulse in a slightly lifted vein, and her breath caught under their gloved fingers.

"Why don't I find a way to get you down without taking the cuffs off?"

#omen x chase #fallout 4 fan fic

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OH MY GOD

FO4 companions do the sex to SoSu

(It’s a holiday so just this once, anon who totally isn’t me, I will do something a little graphic)

Prestone- “Yeah you are doing me a sex,” Preston cries and puts his thing in Sole’s thigh, “Ooooh I’m gonna complete.” And he does and it goes everywhere and he apologizes a lot because he’s a nice guy. Then he tells them another settlement needs their halp AYY LMFAO XD HILARIOUS AND ORIGINAL

Neck- Nick makes a detachable dick but loses it halfway through and is like “Oh no kid where’d my dick go.” but then realizes he maybe doesn’t want it back after where it’s been.

Macreedy- “What is sex, I never matured past 12,” he says and it reminds him of something from Little Lamplight because he’s never had life experiences outside of once being a child.

Tiny Dancer- “ad victorium, Ad victorium, Ad Victorium, AD VIctorium AD VICTORIUM, AD VIC-”

Kevin Bacon- With his cool guy sunglasses still on, “Haha, we are doing the sex. Or are we? Sike, I was just lying.” And then Sole remembers Deacon has been dead for twenty years.

Handcock- “420 smoke em,” he says and takes a bunch of weeds and downs three bottles of booze and doesn’t have whiskey dick in the slightest and does a good sex.

Pooper- “Blue, da ba de daba di, I got a headache Blue, not tonight Blue.” And Sole walks away from Piper blue.

Kit Kait- She punches Sole right in the butt and Sole is like “Yeah keep punching my butt” and Cait is like “WHERED YER HOIDE MAH LUCKY CHYARMS”

Cogsworth- “Sir/mum, I am equipped to provide you maximum pleasure,” he says as he goes to pull out his dildo attachment but whoops its the chainsaw now he’s on the run from the law.

Carie- Curie doesn’t know how do sex but Sole teaches her because they are her Daddy and definitely not in the creepy way. Afterwards she does a science.

X9-69- “No. I am stern. I do not do the sex.” “Please,” Sole pleads, pleadingly, with a plea in their eyes. “Fine for you I will do the sex.” He bottoms.

Strongboy- “STRONG HAS FINALLY FOUND MILK OF HUMAN KINDNESS”

Dogemeat- He goes BORK BORK and humps their leg.

#fallout 4

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Maxson’s very insistent on the mental health / morale of the troops in the terminal emails, so I think it would be cute if they decorated a little for the holidays? Maybe just a tiny party? An aluminum tree some of the scribes put together with scraps, and because Ingram threatened to make them eat any needles/leaves that fell off a real one if they brought it onto the ship.

#brotherhood of steel #fallout 4 christmas #christmas #cute #paladin danse

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We finally get an Eden chapter! I’m so excited to be getting towards the middle of this novel. A lot of foreshadowing is starting to peek out. Also, this is the first time, I deviate from canon in a big way.

#eden lockley #nick valentine #scribe neriah #elder maxson #fallout 4 #fallout 4 fan fic #queer fallout 4 fan fiction #fallout 4 fan fiction #queer characters #oc #my ocs #a03 writer #lesbian characters #sapphic characters

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Not Flynn if she ever got his hands on a pistol

#my ocs #Flynn Santiago #After Dark

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The Last Line Tag

I was tagged by @vault-heck, my one loyal follower <3 I’m currently working on chapter 6 of After Dark. It’s the first time I write from Eden’s perspective and where the ball really gets rolling on some JUICY INTERESTING story beats that will pay off later. I’m really excited for that and for accidentally stumbling upon the inclusion of a canon character I had no intention of writing into my fic. I also went back and started reading through the last thing I wrote before starting After Dark. That short had no planning, just a vague idea but I think it has some potential.

Rules: Write the latest line from each of your wips (or post where you last left off in your art) and tag as many people as there are wips you are working on.⠀

After Dark, Chapter 6

“Where to even begin! First of all, I’d keep my voice down. There’s no telling what gadgets the Brotherhood has up its sleeve to listen in on our conversation. Second, you’re from the Institute!”

“Yes! Same as you!” 

“No, not the same as me!” 

“I- I don’t understand.” 

“Listen, kid, I woke up in a junk pile. My head was a mess of memories and my body was trashed. Very little has come back to me about the time I actually spent in the Institute. All I know is that I lived in some kind of a test chamber until they didn’t want me no more and the next thing I knew, I was waking up in the Commonwealth with no idea who or what I was.” 

“You mean-” 

“What I mean is, I’m not with the boogie men who sent you out here.” 

He turned away from me as much as he could with his arms folded across his chest. It was hard to believe that an Institute synth wanted nothing to do with his- its creators. 

This was not going the way it needed to. “I can tell I’ve upset you.” 

“Just tell me why you do it,” he said, still refusing to look at me.

“Do what?”

“The kidnappings! Stealing people away in the dead of night only to replace them with fakes. It’s not perfect, you know. You bastards often miss a few things that drive families insane. Heck, I’m asking the wrong person here. If I had to guess, I’d say you were on your way to replacing someone yourself.” 

“No! I’m not!” I shouted before I could stop myself.

“There’s really no other reason why you Gen 3s are sent out here. Listen, I thought you were a swell person, but if you’re with the Institute, then we have nothing more to discuss.” 

I knew he was just a machine. I could see his metal insides, his mechanical legs, ruined beyond all hope of repair, and yet…

Unnamed Original Story, Chapter 2

Thin blue lines crept across my vision as the database outlined objects made out of metal, cutting through the built up soil to show the unobscured structure. This wasn’t an Archway Beta. It was an Archway Station. All down the line to the left and right of the standing Archway, the Structure Scan showed where other Archways had clearly once stood, snapped off at the base by forces unknown. The hill was a ramp leading up to the Archways with clearly divided lanes for what could have only been other Travelers at some point. Only the one Archway remained standing. 

“Control…I have no words. I…I don’t understand, Control. Control, if you can hear and can respond in any way, I’d sure like some guidance right now. What am I supposed to do? I was sent here to analyze soil and air, to gather data so that lab coats could see if this planet would be suitable for colonization. I’m- I’m not prepared for this. The gear isn’t meant for this. What do I do, Control?” My voice broke and I wished I could pinch myself. 

“What do I do?” 

I stood gaping at the structure, trying desperately to wrap my head around what I was seeing; an entire station of Archways, clearly designed for mass public transport like a bus station, thousands of light-years from Earth on a barren rock of a planet. It had taken so long for the lab coats on Earth to master the technology to build just a single working Archway. Nothing made sense. 

My eyes began to water and a sob escaped from my throat. Damn it, mom and dad. Like other Lowlifes, we had all dreamed of the Archway being made public. It was all anyone on the street would talk about; “a gateway to opportunity” they called it. Any one of my neighbors would have sold their child or given their organs for a chance to even get close to being chosen as a Traveler. I had just been in the wrong place, at the wrong time. I suddenly felt so alone and sobs racked my body as I fell to my knees. No one but the recorders would hear me anyway.

I never wanted this damn honor. I’m in the middle of nowhere on an uninhabited planet staring at what would have been a holy marvel to everyone back on Earth. But it’s just a buried ruin here and I never even wanted to go. They should have sent someone else. I don’t belong here.

A sharp crack snapped me out of my misery and I froze. There it was again; distant and echoing over the land, strangely familiar and terrifying. There was a low rumble like thunder and the ground started to shake. I looked up and around but saw nothing. I boosted the audio recorder sensitivity to maximum; eardrums be damned. The rumble morphed into what sounded like thousands of marching feet. And then the sharp crack again. And then again, and again followed by a low moan. I bolted up with every sense on full alert. I double checked that every sensor and recorder was fully functioning. I used my visor magnification and scanned the horizon and there! 

Just past the most distant rock formations was a red cloud. Dust. Something was coming and it had a gun.

#my writing #wip #fallout fan fiction #fallout 4 fan fiction #a03 writer #queer fan fiction #queer fallout 4 #original story #original queer characters #science fiction #short story #novela #aspiring author