Melting Steel ➼ Fallout

Melting Steel ➼ Fallout

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Fallout
Annabel - 'Blue' - was once a soldier, but she disappeared from the steel warriors and lost herself in the dust. She was a broken husk after she pulled the trigger on Danse, the man who had taught her how to carve a path for herself in the wastes. She was forced to obey the man she loved, obey Elder Maxson, and she broke. But little did the Commonwealth know, little did the Elder of the Brotherhood know, she was broken long before the bombs destroyed her world. She was broken and couldn't be fixed in her suburban life, but the wasteland is a forge and she welcomes the flames. When the Elder comes barrelling back into her life, the last thing she expects him to offer her is a second chance at life. To have a family and a home. Except Maxson doesn't know what she knows and the consequences of their choices demand recompense. A war is brewing and a leader is rising. The Commonwealth might not be ready for more fire. ➼ A Fallout 4 fanfiction
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That one night changed everything. atleast for me... A sexual assault, a unwanted pregnancy. Life changing events, that leave Anna's life tumbling down. She leaves her old new life to start over. Pregnant, traumatized and alone. If that isn't enough, what is the deal of that guy from her new workplace who keeps picking fights with her? --- the moment we face eachother I feel his lips press down on mine. not soft or gentel. He kisses me with anger, frustration, but also passion. and I oblige. I barely feel the cold tiles as max presses me up against them. after some time the heated kiss turns slower and gentel, but not any less amazing. we both breathe heavy as he rests his forhead against mine. "God you dont know how long I wanted to do that" he wispers out of breath, and propably more to himself than to me. "Me too"

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