Novel & Cerita Fallout Crossover Fanfiction

The arguments dissolved in that moment, replaced by a hunger that refused to be denied. Elara responded with equal passion, her doubts momentarily forgotten as his mouth claimed hers. The confined space of the van only heightened the intensity, their bodies shifting closer as the world outside faded into insignificance. Jax’s touch was both soothing and demanding, his hands exploring her curves with a reverence that spoke volumes about his fear of losing her. The double cross had shaken them, but their connection remained the one constant in the storm.

The Cross machine didn’t roar to life. It hummed. Quiet calls. Encrypted messages. Old favors cashed in without fanfare. Adrian traced shell companies and burner phones with surgical precision. Alexander mapped pressure points—who supplied money, who enforced, who benefited. Cameron sat in the middle of it all, jaw tight, heart heavier than any stage he’d ever stood on. He wasn’t here as a Cross. He was here as a man who loved a woman and refused to let her past eat her alive. * Jayla didn’t sleep much that night.

Slowly, I turn away and head up the stairs. “Did Crosswalk make an offer?” “No.” I hear my brother say. My heart clenches. Of course he wouldn’t - because I would rather jump down a building that accept. My feet keep moving, up the stairs and into my room. I don’t notice the tears until I taste them. My life is ruined. All I ever wanted to be was a good Luna and a mother. Nothing more. Now, I’m carrying a Crosswalk bastard child who would have no inheritance, no place in our ranks.

Maybe it’s fate that is bringing us together. “Croix, do you believe in fate?” I asked him. “No I don’t. I believe we create our own destinies.” He said. What a weird way to put this but I’m still going with what I think. I believe that we were destined to be together. We arrive and Croix steps down. I reached out and I held him tight. The kind of grip that never leaves. Waking backwards towards the shower, I pull him along with one hand. The addict in him has me succumbing to reckless want. I grip the back of my wet shirt pulling it over my head and he does too. I reach up, grabbing the side of his neck and pulling his mouth to mine.

Roxy Hale spent her whole life being invisible until the boy everyone worshipped made her the punchline of a bet that cost her everything. Six years later, she has rebuilt herself from the ashes, guarded, independent, and done with love for good. She never expected her mother's wedding to hand her a new last name, a new home, and a new stepbrother. Cain Carrington never stopped wanting the girl he ruined. Now she's sleeping down the hall, wearing his family's name, completely off-limits, and he has never wanted anything more in his life. Every family dinner, every locked door, every stolen moment in the dark corners of Carrington Manor pulls them closer to a line they both know they shoul

Then, softer now, unvarnished, he said, “Is this who you are now?” I didn’t answer. Because I didn’t know. --------- The Fallout The Forgotten slithered away quickly, disappearing into the trees before the Council could arrive. We took nothing, left nothing, disappearing into the night like ghosts. The whole time I could feel Maxwell watching me. He didn’t speak. Didn’t have to. The strain between us had blossomed into something unbearable, something that couldn’t be undone with apologies or explanations. And the worst part?

*** **** A/N// And meet Celeste's new life, what do you guys think? Doesn't she seem happier here? She laughs a lot even though she cried too...she also missed Zillon but she seem to like Xavier's company too.... And you guys were so heartbroken yesterday, I'm so sorry😩this was apart of my plot from the get go, I couldn't change it...😢sorry my babies🤒❤️✌️🚶

Appreciating the picture very much, she lets out a sigh, and says back. "Yeah… I do… But you are still inside me, do your husbandry duty and put a baby in me!" Finishing her little speech with order and pout, Serafall moves her hips while contracting her abdominal muscles, trying to get his attention back on her. And she is successful on it if the grunt that her husband let out is any sign. "You little succubus… I'll pump you full!" Moving his hand back to Serafall's cheeks and grabbing them strongly to keep her 'docked' on him, the young man gets up and starts to walk to the bathroom where Joan and Calypso disappeared to, hearing moans from Serafall with every step he took.

Grave Groaning, I pulled the blonde closer, thrusting harder while she moaned beneath me, nails dragging down my chest. Her legs trembled around my waist, but it wasn’t enough. None of it was enough. Because she wasn’t her. Every damn time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Lyra Cross. Her mouth. Her attitude. Those dangerous fucking eyes. I knew we were playing a reckless game, but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more. The girl was poison and danger, and it intrigued me. It’s only natural I love danger.

I let my clothes form a trail as I strip them off my body and step into the shower. I let the hot water fill my ears and drown out the noise in my head. Mom wanted to meet, but after the fight with Cassian, I decided that it's best some secrets stay buried. CrossPoint Capital is going through a rough patch, and a secret child scandal might just be the last straw that breaks his world apart. I pat myself dry and soon, I'm slipping into my clothes, listening with a racing heart to my alarm go off. He'll be here any minute now.