#was my pleasure to draw
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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