Liberty ReprimedBrothers, sisters, into battle!Liberty Reprimed by AlmostWhitey
Join our paladin's brigades.
Iron gears that clank and rattle,
Driving forward new crusades.
Tech and steel are the foundations
To rebuild this wasted land.
For the coming generations
We will lay a path through sand.
Powerful our troops are striding,
Scraping ruins for the cause.
Knights drop down from airships gliding,
No surrender, no remorse.
Laser-weapons are our broadswords,
Data our mighty shields
In the face of countless warlords
Marching to the battlefields.
Order is our sole objective,
Planting our salvation's seeds.
Duty is our prime directive,
We're the law the wasteland needs.
Peace can't be negotiated,
Burning hearts will not be rimed.
We attack, too long we've waited,
We are liberty reprimed.
Stay - Chapter 1MarsStay - Chapter 1 by norree
Ever since I killed Mr. House, I have felt as though I have no home.
No matter where I was, no matter whom I was with, no matter what dangers lurked in the darkness, the glow of the Lucky 38 hummed in the distance. Its warm beacon signified a greater power, as if I was being watched, as if there was someone looking out for me…
That someone had been Mr. House. Though he had launched me into a string of dangers, he had given me a life worth living. A life worth the pain, worth the anxiety, and worth the sleepless nights. I never knew when it was going to end, when I was going to walk too close to that edge, but I wasn’t afraid. I was doing what I wanted, simultaneously burning and building bridges.
I should have known that the rush couldn’t last. Though Mr. House’s dream was tantalizing with its glitzy promises, I couldn’t shake my conscience. Sure, the Strip was a paradise—but that was the problem. Every oasis must have its desert, and I
LoversOgier stood just to the side of the open doorway, leaning to one side so that he could peek around the doorway, looking into the room. His cheeks turned a bright red and without a word he quickly hid himself once more, hugging the books he was holding close to his chest. Why is this so hard? he thought to himself miserably, leaning to the side once more to peek into the room.Lovers by Jathis
The Novice had been sent to hand over some books to one of the Scribes from the Quill Order and he would have been all right with this if it had not been Brother Archer Court. The redhead was just so elegant with how he carried himself, almost feminine, something that his female cut robes did not help to fight either.
Ogier thought that he was one of the smartest Scribes around and he admired him greatly, making it hard for him to look up at the redhead. He had tried to talk to him once and despite Archer's kind words and gentle smile, Ogier was always reduced to stuttering and blushing uselessly,
NeedThe Scribe looked up at the sound of footsteps walking past his doorway. His purple lens glasses slid down his nose and he frowned as he used two fingers to push them back up, stepping out of his room. He blinked in surprise when he saw that it was his lover; the Chosen One Adler, and he followed after him, keeping quiet as the blonde led him up onto the roof of the citadel.Need by Jathis
Jaylinn watched as Adler walked to the edge of the roof and he gasped and immediately ran up to him, breaking his cover as he threw his arms around him, hugging him close. "Was..?!"
"Don't!" Jaylinn cried out, shutting his eyes tightly as he held onto Adler tightly. "Please I know it hurts but don't throw yourself off the building! If you do I will be so PISSED I'll..!"
"I wasn't going to jump." Jaylinn blinked in surprise, his previous rant forgotten as he straightened up immediately, blushing.
"I wasn't going to jump." Adler repeated, turning around to look down at the Scribe, an amused look
Baby Steps"Elder, trust me." He held out a hand to the man in the blue robes, a gentle smile on his lips. He was standing just outside of the Elder's office, making sure that he was close to him but just further enough away that if Nolan tried to walk towards him he would be forced to leave his office.Baby Steps by Jathis
It was the idea of leaving his office that made Nolan whimper, chewing on his lower lip as he wrung his hands together, looking down at the ground fearfully. "James "
"Do you trust me?" The Lone Wanderer asked. Nolan looked up at that, twisting his fingers together. James was standing before him, dressed in a white shirt that was two sizes two small for him and jeans that were tight enough to show off his well toned ass. It turned Nolan on incredibly but sadly his phobia was getting the better of him and he had no time to think about how handsome his lover was.
"I I do but "
"Back where I came from a lot of Vault Dwellers are agoraphobic and photophobic it's not an uncommo
Here Comes the Sun"It'll all be all right. We've been practicing this for two weeks now."Here Comes the Sun by Jathis
"Do Do you promise?" James smiled, looking over his shoulder at the white haired man with the blindfold around his eyes and he nodded, taking his hand in his own before pulling him up so that he was beside him.
"I promise." His voice was as gentle as ever and the smile on his face would charm the birds from their nests if birds still existed in their world. James Warrington Junior had inherited his father's gentle temperament when it came to helping people and he was especially patient and gentle when it came to his lover; the Elder of the Mojave Chapter of the Brotherhood of Steel.
Nolan trembled as he allowed James to guide him, his hand going up to the blindfold that was tied securely around his eyes. Today was the day he was going to see the sunrise. It terrified him to think that he was not only out of his office but out of the bunker but James was with him and in his mind he repeated over and over again
Hallway Waltz"Aww come on!"Hallway Waltz by Jathis
"What we are doing behind closed doors is against the Codex, Macklin. If we were to actually flaunt it out where everyone could see us..!" The Scribe was not allowed to finish his sentence however as his lover grabbed him by the elbow roughly, yanking him away from his terminal.
"We're going to dance and you're going to like it!" The Knight laughed, pulling the redhead out of the room he had been working in.
"Macklin!!" Archer's bun came undone as the brunette swung him around, hugging him tightly against his armored chest. "Macklin Macklin, if we're Walked I swear to Steel..!!"
"We aint getting Walked!" Macklin laughed, dragging the still struggling Scribe down the halls of the bunker, forcing him into a jagged and awkward kind of dance. "Loosen up and dance with me!"
"You're hurting me!"
"Then dance ya fucking nancy boy!" Narrowing his eyes, Archer growled up at the grinning Knight and he suddenl
AssNovice DaysAss by Jathis
"Brother Archer? Could you help me with this?" The redheaded Novice blinked in surprise when the Squire asked for his help but he soon nodded his head, smiling happily as he turned to look at the book the young man was showing him. Quietly the two spoke for some time over the topic at hand and Archer was so engrossed that he did not see the Squire constantly glancing over his shoulder at something behind him.
"There now do you understand, Brother?" he asked.
"Oh yes thank you, Brother!" the Squire said, a smile touching his lips. Nodding his head, Archer calmly turned and started to walk away.
He shrieked and immediately fell still however when he realized that his hair would not allow him to go more than a few steps away from the pole he had been standing near. Laughter immediately erupted and the Novice stomped his foot on the ground, his hands clenched into tight fists at his sides.
"MACKLIN, YOU ASS!" he roared.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU FUCKING FELL FOR IT
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