HOLIDAY MINI-MEME
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Update Thread - Link your updated or finished fills
Critique Thread - Request a critique and respond to others
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UNFILLED HOLIDAY PROMPTS // FILLED HOLIDAY PROMPTS
LINKS:
Fallout Kink Meme Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5
Update Thread - Link your updated or finished fills
Critique Thread - Request a critique and respond to others
Recommend-A-Fill Thread - Rec your favorite fills
Who Wrote What? Thread - Tell us what fills you wrote
Mod Alert / FAQ Thread - Meme questions, delete-post requests, complaints and suggestions
Discussion Thread - Off-topic, general discussion
Fallout Party Thread - Share miscellaneous Fallout fanworks
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The silliest prompt ever? Yes. Yes it is.
Date: 2010-12-01 07:34 am (UTC)Any character/s or pairings: Yuletide over 300 baud. I want people writing fic for each other, tapping away at those green-on-black computer screens, writing terrible, terrible things about their fellow wastelanders on request.
I bet Moira's involved somehow. :T
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Date: 2010-12-01 07:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-01 09:25 am (UTC)Totally Seconded!
Date: 2010-12-01 09:16 pm (UTC)+ 1 Swank!
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Date: 2010-12-01 09:30 am (UTC)Something like the Christmas truce of 1915, New Vegas style.
Maybe the Kings and the NCR chill and there's some peace in Freeside. Maybe the Strip settles down for the night. Maybe Vulpes Inculta decides to go to a holiday party at one of the casinos, because he's undercover and it's his duty to blend in, after all. ;)
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Date: 2010-12-01 11:43 am (UTC)Please!
Re: FLW or Fcourier and anyone(ghoul preferably)
Date: 2010-12-07 11:09 pm (UTC)I think I'm going to try and fill this. :D
Raul/ Courier
Date: 2010-12-01 07:20 pm (UTC)I'd prefer F!Courier/Raul, but friendly M!Courier/Raul will work fine too.
Re: Raul/ Courier
Date: 2010-12-01 11:54 pm (UTC)Re: Raul/ Courier
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Date: 2010-12-01 08:37 pm (UTC)I want to see someone become convinced that preway holiday celebrations including naked dancing under the moonlight, bathing in pumpkin pie filling, sacrificing fat men in ritual chimney fires...whatever! And then try to have a "traditional" holiday celebration, preferably enlisting unwilling participants.
Re: Lies, damned lies!
Date: 2010-12-01 11:55 pm (UTC)It is fabulous.
Butch's Stocking Stuffer/FLW
Date: 2010-12-01 09:33 pm (UTC)In this metaphore, the present is actually hot dickings. Alternatively, fanart of Butch with a stocking on his candycane would be quite appreciated.
Re: Butch's Stocking Stuffer/FLW
Date: 2010-12-21 02:34 am (UTC)Butch was sitting on the couch behind her, shivering. He was fumbling with his Pip-boy, scrolling through things unknown with cold, shaking fingers.
Finally, he spoke.
"You'd think that these people would at least remember Christmas," he grumbled.
Shannon looked at him, abandoning her efforts at a fire. "Well, most people can't even remember what day it is, let alone Christmas. It's not the Vault, Butch."
He shrugged. "Guess not, but c'mon! How's a little more holiday spirit? No lights...no cider...no tree..."
Shannon had to laugh at this. "You know, the tree we had in the Vault was fake," she reminded him. "And besides, Vault Christmases weren't so great, either."
"Better than huddling in a metal shack in a nuclear winter," he griped.
She sighed. He was obviously stressed, probably from the cold and the standing around, no doubt. Hell, he had even let go of his swagger. Still, the complaining was getting annoying. If people had been able to survive upwards of 200 nuclear winters without a proper Christmas, she couldn't see why he was unable to.
Shannon felt bad, though. She was the reason he was out here, in the Wasteland, and not drinking cider back in the Vault with Amata and everyone else. She sat down next to him.
"Come on, Butch-man," she said. "It's not all bad. There's food...books...all the Nuka-Cola you can drink...I can even sing a Christmas carol for you, if that'll help."
He laughed. "Thanks, but I'll pass. I've heard your singing voice more than I'd care to. No offense."
She snorted, rolling her eyes in mock indignation. "Hah, whatever."
He tilted his head, looking over at her. "We are stuck here for the rest of the winter, aren't we?"
She nodded grimly. "Unless, of course, you like radioactive snow."
A sly smile crept onto his face. "You know what would make the time go faster?"
Shannon blushed a little when his hand found her knee, snaking towards her inner thigh. She smirked.
"I know what you're thinking, Butch," she said. "Don't."
"You got any other ideas? I'm listening."
She relented. He was right--what else did they have to do? Besides, she was cold, and nothing heated things up faster than some hot sex.
"Oh, I got other ideas, all right," she purred, straddling his lap. "Want me to clue you in?"
OP is cracking up XD
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From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2010-12-27 07:37 pm (UTC) - ExpandFLUFF and MISTLETOE! M!CourierxBoone and/or Arcade
Date: 2010-12-01 11:24 pm (UTC)Are his attempts foiled? Reciprocated? Are Boone and Arcade savvy to his hijinx? Wait, why is the Courier engaging in hijinx?! (Umm...I he just IS)
Santa-who? Anyway, Boone shot him.
Date: 2010-12-01 11:34 pm (UTC)I'd love it if someone took the idea and ran with it. I'm not sure how they know about Santa Claus but hey, Boone shot 'im. ::grin:: Humor would be great.
Quick Fill
Date: 2010-12-02 10:36 pm (UTC)-------------------------------
"Obviously...bzzzttt...I deserved this...ha haha ha..."
Boone shrugged, ignoring the several pairs of eyes that were currently focused on him. "He looked suspicious," he muttered under his breath.
The Yes Man, who lay on the ground with a gigantic hole in his metal body, merely made an odd whirring sound.
"I can't believe you! Couldn't you tell that was Yes Man?" The Courier asked; the way she stood there with her hands on her hips reminded Boone of Carla, it made him want to shoot the damn robot again.
"Yeah...well, didn't look the same to me," Boone grumbled. How was he supposed to have known that this painted up monstrosity was that weird robot that the Courier had taken interest in? The Yes Man he knew was not red, and it did not have a fake beard either.
"Well this is busted all to hell," the Courier muttered while taking some scrap metal from the securitron that was previously Yes Man. Boone wondered why it was such a big deal to the Courier, Yes Man would just take over another securitron anyway. "Guess I have no choice but to do...that."
"That?" Boone asked, feeling his sniper senses tingle. That familiar sense of dread only increased as his beret was snatched (the Courier could be quick when she wanted to be) and replaced with a dirty red cap.
"That'll do it. Now I just have to find a red jacket," the Courier said as she stuffed the beret into her shirt, since she knew Boone would not dare try to take it from her if it was there.
"...I'd like my beret back," Boone said.
"Nope. You shot Yes Man, so you'll have to take his place as Santa Claus," the Courier said with a pleased-as-pie grin on her face.
Santa Claus? Boone vaguely recalled someone talking about some creep that broke into people's houses to leave presents; it might have been Arcade, the guy was always talking to the Courier about Pre-war stuff he learned in a book. As the Courier headed back towards the Lucky 38 Boone sighed, knowing there was no getting out of this.
OP here
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Date: 2010-12-02 04:06 am (UTC)Oh Holy Night 1/?
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Date: 2010-12-02 06:57 am (UTC)Either fic or art work for this really :)
Re: Arcade/M!Courier
Date: 2010-12-02 07:04 am (UTC)Deck the 38 1/?
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From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2010-12-05 02:36 am (UTC) - ExpandCourier + Candy Canes = Oral Fixation
Date: 2010-12-02 09:55 pm (UTC)No preference for pairing. :)
Fist Full O' Candy Canes
For those who preferred women, there was also Veronica, who licked her candy canes with the same intensity as the Courier, though every now and then she would pause to lick at the sticky mess that now covered her fingers.
"You ain't gonna win if you keep stoppin'," the Courier said with a grin, completely oblivious to the people watching them.
"You wanna bet? Just wait 'til I bust out my secret technique," Veronica said, before stuffing several candy canes into her mouth at once. The Courier did the same, managing to fit four candy canes into his mouth before being distracted by Arcade, who was currently in the process of trying to breath after choking on the Sunset Sarsaparillas he had been drinking.
"You okay?" the Courier asked, before turning back to Veronica. "Hey, I called a time out. That's cheating!"
"J-just fine, you keep doing what you're doing and I'll, uh, just be over here," Arcade replied as he covered his lap with a clipboard and made his way towards the guest bedroom.
The Courier gave Arcade an odd look, before filling it away as just another one of the doctor's many odd quirks, then grabbed another handful of candy canes. No way would he let Veronica win, that displacer glove was going to be his!
Re: Fist Full O' Candy Canes
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Date: 2010-12-12 08:24 am (UTC)Re: So howbout some Christmas fluff?
Date: 2013-11-04 05:32 am (UTC)Cabin Fever
Date: 2010-12-12 01:19 pm (UTC)All F!Courier wants for Christmas....
Date: 2010-12-15 10:07 pm (UTC)Super duper bonus art!anon points if Boone is the one to initiate the dance while still maintaining character.
Re: All F!Courier wants for Christmas....
Date: 2010-12-16 03:53 am (UTC)Re: All F!Courier wants for Christmas....
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From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2010-12-19 12:08 am (UTC) - ExpandF:NV - Major Knight/M!Courier
Date: 2010-12-25 05:37 pm (UTC)Am I the only one who felt so bad for him, and then fantasized about seeing that "Maybe . . . if my post ever moves to New Vegas . . ."
Well, Major Knight has some holiday leave, and he goes to New Vegas to see if he can find that handsome coy cowboy!courier. And be friends.
Bonus: Do it one of two ways: 1) courier has high CHA, confirmed bachelor AND lady killer. Clearly, it was all for the free repairs. lulz if all of the confirmed bachelor and lady killer-affected characters meet the courier in New Vegas. OR 2) Sweetly.
+EXP: 1) Sex scene. 2) The story anon writes is related to/affected by the conversation choices available (i.e. whether or not the courier said "So 'no,' you don't want to be friends, or . . .?" or "I didn't realize the NCR was so spineless.")
I was so pleased to see a Harkness/LW fic (I thought I was the only person out of the trillions of FO3 fans that thought Harkness was one hot sexbot), so I know I won't be disappointed.
Re: F:NV - Major Knight/M!Courier
Date: 2011-02-09 06:21 am (UTC)AND HOLY SEXBOTS I am a huge Harkness fan, too. I've actually made a couple Harkness requests, one of which got filled. I would love to see the propmt filled on the sweet side.
Forever Alone, Together - Day 1(1/3)
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From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2011-02-10 06:01 pm (UTC) - ExpandVALENTINE'S DAY - OPEN 2/8/11-2/25/11
Date: 2011-02-08 04:37 pm (UTC)Same rules as usual: but add a little v-day flare to it, everyone. We're runnin this from 2/8/11 to 2/25/11. So let's get out our fun-sized Fancy Lads and make some irradiated red paper hearts.
Butch + Worst Mome = Kid W/No Valentines
Date: 2011-02-08 05:50 pm (UTC)Something to that effect, at least. No valentines, kids give him crap, he's too cool to give valentines. However authoranon wants to take it is good by me! Just love little!butch.
Valentine's Day (part 1/3)
Date: 2011-10-16 01:34 am (UTC)*Note: I will not be held responsible for any cavities that may result from reading this story. You have been warned.
“I'm sure that I don't have to remind you all that tomorrow is Valentine's Day,” Mr. Brotch paused as a cheer went up from the class. “Yes, yes, excitement. There will be a party tomorrow. Remember to bring your valentines, food, and other party related items,” he managed to squeeze in just as the bell sounded announcing the end of class.
“Are you still coming over to make valentines with us?” Susie asked Christine as they gathered their books.
Christine gave an enthusiastic nod. “Yup! My mom's coming too. She has some really neat things for us to glue to them.”
Susie smiled at her cousin before turning cruel eyes on Audrey and Amata who were chatting by the water fountain. “What about you two?”
Audrey cocked an eyebrow at the girl. “And you're talking to us because...?”
“I was just wondering if your mom's were going to help you with your valentines,” the blonde widened her eyes in mock embarrassment, putting a hand over her mouth. “Oops, I forgot, you two don't have moms.”
Audrey looked torn between ripping the girl's throat out and comforting her friend who was tearing up. “Come on Amata,” she said finally, putting an arm around the girl and leading her off.
Butch just shook his head and the whole scene. He was mean, but that was low. He knew the sting of having a missing parent, not that he knew if his father was dead or not, heck he didn't even know who he was...
He shook his head and started for home, not wanting to dwell on the depressing thought.
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“Hey baby,” Ellen slurred from where she was sprawled out on the couch.
The smell of whiskey hit him hard making Butch look around for its source. Finally his eyes landed on the bottle laying on its side next to the table. “Hey mom,” he mumbled, righting the bottle. Apparently she was drinking lunch again.
“How-wus-scool?”
“Fine,” he sighed, going into the bedroom for a towel to clean up the amber liquid.
“That's good. You're good,” she rubbed clumsily at his head as he cleaned up the mess. “You're a good boy Butchie.”
He looked up at his mom, hating the watery look in her eyes. Why do you have to be this way mama? Why can't you be like a normal mom? He wanted to shake her and shake her hard until she snapped out of her drunken stupor, but instead he gave her a weak smile before tossing the towel into the hamper.
“Learn anything today?” she asked, sitting up.
He sat next to her, leaning into her side. “I guess. We had a pop quiz over the different types of energy, I got a hundred.”
“That's great!” she exclaimed, pulling him into a crushing side hug. “You're a smart one Butchie, and don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise.” She stared at him intently until he nodded his understanding.
Butch turned away from her then, wiping at his stinging eyes. It was rare for his mom to be this lucid when drunk, and for her to be so encouraging, so loving... it was almost as if she were an normal mom.
“So,” he started once he trusting his voice enough to come out without cracking, “tomorrow's Valentine's Day. We're going to have a party and stuff. It's probably going to be lame, but they'll be having free food,” he shrugged. “Anyways, everyone's going to be making valentines for the party and junk and I was wondering if you would help me make some?” Holding his breath he waited, not knowing what reaction to expect. “Mama?” he inquired after a moment of no reply.
A soft snore was all he got in response. Ignoring the feelings of resentment and rejection, he laid his mama back on her side before retreaving a trashcan and blanket from the bedroom. He covered her with the think yellow cloth before setting the trashcan in the spot that he knew from years of practice that she would puke in.
“Night mama,” he said, placing soft a kiss on her cheek.
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Re: Valentine's Day (part 2/3)
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Date: 2011-07-10 04:57 am (UTC)F!LW/Fawkes Valentine's Day
Date: 2011-02-09 03:58 pm (UTC)Er, I hope that makes sense, this is my first time posting here. xD;
Of Pups and Mutants, 1/7
Date: 2012-06-13 07:11 pm (UTC)I hope it's what you were looking for, OP, and also that you can find it after all this time. May not be as awkward as you hoped (though I know Fawkes sure feels awkward, even if LW doesn't), but I tried to make up for that by giving you as many cavities as I possibly could. And to the mods, if my tags are wrong or anything... BE GENTLE BABY, IT'S MY FIRST TIME.
I also don't know shit about character limits on LJ, so I've split this up into segments of whatever the fuck size felt right.
Summary: F!LW takes advantage of an Old World holiday she learned of in the Vault to court Fawkes. On principle alone, Fawkes thinks it's a terrible idea, but how do you say no to the Savior of the Wastes?
Tags: F!LW/Fawkes, Dogmeat, Dogmeat's Puppy #76, fluff, het, supermutant kink
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The silence stretched on for what seemed like an eternity, and it might have been awkward for both if an indeterminate time void of socializing hadn't left him well beyond caring about minor social discomforts, and if she were the kind of woman who ever second-guessed herself.
He dragged his eyes up from the tiny thing in his hand to meet her own. They gleamed with the same boundless, exhausting-to-witness energy that permeated every aspect of her life, and she looked triumphant, maybe defiant, like she was daring him on the friendliest possible terms. Maybe amused, too. No, he could definitely see some amusement flashing there, but that was commonplace coming from a girl who could find humor in anything, either because it came naturally or because it was healthier and easier than the alternative: amusement at herself, knowing she was being ridiculous even when she was being sincere and revelling in the levity of it all the same. She managed with a baffling regularity to willfully and blithely make herself look the fool and laugh about it, without self-deprecation. A girl with a superego that could blot out the sun and had certainly done so to her id if she'd ever had one to start, and somehow, inexplicably, there was no shame at all in there to match the conscience.
There was a serene, surreal comfort in being so near to someone with so few doubts in all the world.
"And you are handing it to me because...?" he asked slowly, carefully.
That self-same energy was evident in the dramatic way she planted her hands on her hips and tutted at him. A heart so huge and powerful as the one he carried never felt so weak as it did when she patronized him so playfully, as if he were any other wastelander. "It's a present. Obviously." She laughed, without derision.
That answered all of nothing. "Obviously indeed. But why?"
"Now, Fawkes!" She didn't fake surprised very well, but she wasn't really trying. "Don't you even know what day it is?"
Of Pups and Mutants, 2/7
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Date: 2011-02-09 05:58 pm (UTC)F!Courier/King
Date: 2011-02-09 06:00 pm (UTC)Re: F!Courier/King
Date: 2011-02-09 06:19 pm (UTC)Arcade/Boone
Date: 2011-02-09 10:15 pm (UTC)Sex is optional but a plus! You'd get a million bonus points plus a brownie. And Boone's Beret.
V-day fluff...
Date: 2011-02-10 01:29 am (UTC)Re: V-day fluff...
Date: 2013-11-04 05:38 am (UTC)Seconding because I can't write!