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He flicked the lighter again, cupping his palm tight around the flame. Somewhere above them, the sky had taken on that specific sickly yellow-brown hue that meant the storm was coming in faster than forecasted.
A few feet away, Rudo stood with his boots planted uncertainly, posture stiff in the way people got when adrenaline finally began to drain out of them. His hands were tucked close to his chest, cradling something fragile with reverent care.
A tiny succulent, stubbornly alive, nestled in a previously cracked tea cup. It had been carefully glued back together, the seam still visible despite the effort taken to mend it. Twine had been wrapped around a few times for good measure.
He watched Enjin struggle with the lighter for another moment before finally speaking.
“So,” Rudo squinted across the street, “If she works for the Cleaners… why’s the shop in town and not part of HQ?”
Enjin finally got the cigarette lit and took a drag. The smoke barely made it past his lips before the wind stole it away.
“She doesn’t work for us,” he said, tone easy, almost lazy, even as his eyes never quite left the door.
“Bro Santa said–”
“Yeah,” Enjin tapped the cigarette, “He says a lot.” -
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Shaun nodded, serious. “She always smiles when she talks about you. Even when she’s sad. She tried not to be, but I could tell.”
Deacon’s chest tightened. He kept his expression neutral, “Your mom smiles at a lot of people.”
“Not like that,” He aid quietly, shaking his head. He glanced toward the window again, then back, “She smiles like… like she’s remembering something good. Even if it hurts a little.”
Deacon let out a ghost of a laugh. “You’re observant. That ever get you in trouble?”
Shaun shrugged. “Sometimes.”
He crouched slightly so they were closer to eye level, keeping his tone light, almost conspiratorial. “Alright. Here’s the thing. Love’s complicated. Especially in the Commonwealth. Especially for people like your mom.” And people like me, he didn’t say. “Caring about someone doesn’t always mean… you know. Big dramatic stuff. Sometimes it just means you want them safe. Happy. Fed. Preferably not yelling at a wet dog on the porch.”
Despite himself, Shaun snorted.
Deacon smiled, relieved to have landed that. He kept going, carefully skirting the truth without touching it. “Your mom’s important. To a lot of people. She’s… kind of hard not to care about.”Series
- Part 1 of The Noble Lie
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Dancing With A Viper (2026 revision) by cilceon
Fandoms: Fallout 4, Fallout (Video Games)
31 Jan 2026
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Hancock popped a handful of the tablets into his mouth, chewing with a grin that was permanently stuck somewhere between mischief and menace. He snapped the tin shut and tossed it to the table between them. “Yeah, it’s been a few years since we had a gala.” He tipped his head toward Deacon, voice lazy with amusement. “Thought Norah Jean would enjoy it. How’s she doing anyways? Haven’t seen my favorite popsicle in about a month now.”
A muscle flicked at Deacon’s jaw. He didn’t let it show. “She’s peachy,” he said, keeping his voice clipped, neutral. The last thing he needed was for Hancock to think Wanderer was soft or vulnerable.
His smile shifted, that thin, unpleasant curl that suggested he was already thinking three moves ahead. “Mhm, sure. Unlike you, I don’t enjoy using Nors’, but I need O’Malley out of the picture and she’s the best way to do that–”
“Wouldn’t say ‘using,’” Deacon interrupted, the correction smooth, “more like renting, or hm… maybe it’s a timeshare situation.”(its another undercover story with Deacon & Wanderer Featuring the most lovable raisin mayor you've ever met. if you've seen this before I rewritten the entire thing six years later and finally added the last chapter)
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- Part 5 of The Noble Lie
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The Curious Case of Vault 81 (2026 revision) by cilceon
Fandoms: Fallout 4, Fallout (Video Games)
30 Jan 2026
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Up close, she could see the subtle tension lock into him. The set of his jaw sharpened, teeth pressing together beneath the faint shadow of brassy stubble. The muscles in his forearm flexed as he adjusted his grip on Churchbell, veins standing out beneath scarred, freckled skin as he steadied the barrel against the crate’s edge. He didn’t brace the rifle so much as rest it there, trusting his own balance more than the cover.
“Another laser turret,” he said softer, peering through the scope. “Cute.”
The protectron’s footsteps clanked closer, metal joints whining with each step, but Deacon didn’t rush. He took his time, breathing slow and even, shoulders barely rising. This was a keen difference between the two of them, a skill she hadn’t mastered yet – not accuracy, but patience. In knowing how long you could afford to wait before the threat clocked you.
The gap between the lenses of his sunglasses caught the vault’s flickering light, and for just a second she could see his eyes.
Focused. Sharp. Pale blue and utterly unflinching. Cold.(It's the Hole in the Wall quest now with more Deacon)
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- Part 11 of The Noble Lie
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The Second Conversation: Sand and Pastries by cilceon
Fandoms: Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 (Video Game)
22 Nov 2025
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He didn’t speak, just settled into the warmth radiating from the sun and the sea.
Lune exhaled through her nose when it became obvious he wasn’t going to get up and leave, “Are you planning on joining the others, or just making it harder for me to work?”
“Neither.” Verso relaxed his posture with a sigh, “I’m observing.”
She raised a brow without looking up. “Observing what, exactly?”
“You.” He said it simply, unapologetically.
Lune’s pen-hand paused in midair. The wind tugged at the corner of the page below it.
Verso let himself recline slightly as he situated himself, “You look like you’re pretending this is something other than what it is.”
“And what is it?” She sighed, though her voice lacked bite.
(This is a longer version of Lune‘s second camp conversation)Series
- Part 4 of Painters Writers and Musicians
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Painters Writers and Musicians by cilceon
Fandom Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 (Video Game)
22 Nov 2025
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Welcome to a bunch of fast food like fics about our favorite wasteland spy and his best friend in the whole world.
I'm tunnlesnacks if you want to see more fallout stuff
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Birds of a Feather by cilceon
Fandom Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game)
27 Sep 2025
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He flicked the lighter again, cupping his palm tight around the flame. Somewhere above them, the sky had taken on that specific sickly yellow-brown hue that meant the storm was coming in faster than forecasted.
A few feet away, Rudo stood with his boots planted uncertainly, posture stiff in the way people got when adrenaline finally began to drain out of them. His hands were tucked close to his chest, cradling something fragile with reverent care.
A tiny succulent, stubbornly alive, nestled in a previously cracked tea cup. It had been carefully glued back together, the seam still visible despite the effort taken to mend it. Twine had been wrapped around a few times for good measure.
He watched Enjin struggle with the lighter for another moment before finally speaking.
“So,” Rudo squinted across the street, “If she works for the Cleaners… why’s the shop in town and not part of HQ?”
Enjin finally got the cigarette lit and took a drag. The smoke barely made it past his lips before the wind stole it away.
“She doesn’t work for us,” he said, tone easy, almost lazy, even as his eyes never quite left the door.
“Bro Santa said–”
“Yeah,” Enjin tapped the cigarette, “He says a lot.”Bookmarked by cilceon
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Facets of Determination by cilceon
Fandoms: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game), Dragon Age (Video Games)
27 Sep 2025
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Lucanis’s eyes slid over the corpses with an outward coolness, but the way his fists clenched and how his jaw ground betrayed the fury curdled inside him. “Very few survive Calivan’s ‘rehabilitation.’”
“You did,” Rook answered gently, though her gaze had already snagged on the central table. A sound – a rasping, fragile moan – came from the figure chained there.
The elf before her barely resembled one. His face was a swollen ruin, blood and grime matting what remained of his hair. Both ears had been crudely clipped down to rounded nubs, skin around them raw and jagged. His vallaslin tattoos had been flayed away, carved from his flesh with such deliberate cruelty that only scar tissue remained. His ribs jutted sharp through torn skin, chest heaving with the shallow panic of breath. Shackles bent his arms backward at an angle meant to break joints. His legs ended in blackened stumps at the knees, cauterized in ugly burns.This is a rewrite (kinda) of Veilguard with added scenes and more NPC interactions as well as a deeper look into Lucanis, Rook, and Spite's relationship (I've updated the first few chapters)
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- Part 2 of Birds of a Feather
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AO3 is great, but can it run Doom? Of course!!
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