#fallout 4 fanart
“This is terrific artwork Squire. You captured the likeness of both Elder Maxson and the deathclaw perfectly.”
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A quick sketch I did of Bluebird and MacCready slowdancing scene that happens in chapter 7 The Song He Had Never Heard Before (Me & You)
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Below I’ll leave the summary of Love Gun, a F!SSxMacCready story, if you’re interested in reading.
Reblogs, kudos and feedback are always welcomed and please, do not repost!
Summary: MacCready gets hired by one, if not the most mysterious woman of the Commonwealth.
No name, no talking. MacCready didn’t even know her name or voice but there were two things he could be certain about that peculiar job: he would be handsomely paid and that his boss carried a heavy past on her shoulders and hid it away in the depths of her heart.
MacCready had a policy of not making questions, but it wouldn’t be long until he would drown in a sea of questions.
Rating: M
And a friendly reminder, if you want to ask about Bluebird or MacCready in Love Gun, you can hit me with questions! My AMA will remain open for anything you want to ask.
(and friendly tagging: @theartofblossoming@savybaby666@missingskully)
“Happy Valentine’s Day from the Valentines!” Some spicy pin-ups of my favorite Valentines! I miss playing these games. Hope yall have a great day with the people or person you love!
I am so awestruck by this beautiful piece of MacCready and Natasha by the incredibly talented @delborovic. It was such an honor and privilege to commission them, and a personal dream of mine ever since I feel in love with Mac. Del is so kind and does just breathtaking work <3 <3 Thank you so, so much for this!! I just can’t express enough how grateful I am.
This piece goes along with a scene from my longfic, Bring the Gasoline:
The nightmare dust settles in sweat slicked on [MacCready’s] skin. Sunrise bleeds over Goodneighbor, through the window, tainting him red, and lightning Nat on fire. She searches his face, worry lines etched over hers. Fabric flutters above her knees, softening the tension holding his body taut. It’s one of his shirts she stole. Her bare feet come toe-to-toe with his.
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“Hey, it’s okay,” she says softly. Then her hands frame his face, and his breath comes in shallow doses as she strokes the stubble down his jaw. “I got you.”
MacCready gives in to the arms that wrap his back. His head dips to her shoulder, lips bare inches from those bruises that shouldn’t be there. Her heartbeat hammers against his in quick staccato. Alive, alive, alive.
“It’s just us,” she soothes quietly, palms smoothing down his shoulders. “It’s you and me. Just us.”
MacCready buries a hand in her hair and peels his head back. His favorite brown eyes meet his and tie him back to reality. Back to her hands on him, back to steady breaths beneath them, in and out of his ribs slowly. Back to Natasha. Safe and sound and soft.
The tip of his nose grazes her cheek. He lingers there, tasting the sharp pull of air between her teeth.
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