falloutkinkmeme_backup | Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. Hit enter when I shouldn't have.

Either way they decide to they are going to teach Veronica a 'lesson' about following the rules of the brotherhood.

Also does anybody know what happened to a M!Courier/Veronica prompt called 'Coming of Age'? I can't find it in the part it is supposed to be in and when I try to get to it from the filled/updated prompt thread it just comes up (Screened comment).

That was beautiful. Man, I can just feel the ache in this.

Ohh god, A!A, you made all my sick little dreams come true!

And the part about James... *o* I love you!

Boone, ever-observant and not at all tactful, introduces Veronica to an old teammate from First Recon.

Pleaz.

Bonus if you can work in Ten of Spades :)

omg yes pleasseee <3

A million times this.

Haha, it's all good, that's happened to me a few times. I'm stoked to see what you come up with!

the true fallout otp

i dont care how you do it but i want both of them wooing each other with crappy poems and have the most awkward teenage sex ever

Oh wow.. I, what?

I'm completely fascinated by how you describe his emotions/thoughts, as a synthetic, that's really interesting. Please. Moar?

Because robo-sex is the best sex.

GAH! thats amaazinggg!

I can imagine it now...

It could take place in the Lucky 38 (as the most exp high school Vegas has ever seen) with F!/M!courier as Haruhi of course! Benny as Tamaki, Boone as Mori, The King and Pacer as Kaoru and Hikaru, Vulpes as Kyoya, Arcade (or Manny) as Honey, Tabitha as Haruhi's dad, and skajfgnkjdsfg.

I REALLLYYYY WANT TO FILL THIS, but I would disgrace this prompt.

please anons fill it uppp yoooo.

Extra points if that anyone is Razz really whoever strikes your fancy is cool.

This meme has some fantastic fills about Veronica's dress wearing girly side.

But Veronica is also really good at hitting people. I'd love to see an F!Courier who finds that incredibly attractive.

Filthy, sweat soaked victory sex would be a pleasant bonus.

All of my ladyboners, OP. All of them.

You complete me, anon. Seconded. <3

Okay, so this f!Courier has Black Widowed her way up to Benny's pad. She's mad as hell and she's not gonna take it anymore, but being not that great with whatever weaponry, she's planning on sexing then shanking the Ben-Man.

Thing is, she's got some self-esteem issues - specifically related to her naughty pillows. They're small, or spaced too far apart, or unevenly shaped, or all/any combo! Just give me some imperfect mamacitas. So she intends to keep her shirt on.

But the Ben-Man doesn't just like PERFECT jubblies, he likes ALL girlies, all shapes and sizes. I want Benny to make her feel good about her charlies - so good she lets him motorboat 'em, gives him a titwank (and if she let him come on her tits too, that would be excellent), and in the end...she can't kill him, because well, he made her feel good.

Bonus: don't just limit it to breastplay, let Benny give it to her good, with plenty of other compliments.

There are worse things in Point Lookout than Reavers and cultists.

So yeah, the Point Lookout expansion was basically one giant shout-out to Lovecraft, and it got me to wondering what other nasty things might be lurking around in the swamp.

Lone Wanderer (male or female; I'm not picky) thought it would just be a routine rescue mission. Find the girl, loot a few buildings, go home, get paid. Some of the graffiti scrawled on the boardwalk buildings was strange, and there was that cache of audio-video files that looked like someone had taken a bat to it, but the Wanderer had seen weirder.

That was before the creepy, tall guy in the suit started following them.

TL;DR version: 200 years in the future, and the Slender Man's still messing with people. How convenient that the Lone Wanderer just strode into its demesne.

This is seriously just..... holy crap, I got delicious chills.

I'd love to see this too, it was a wonderful fic.

This is the best prompt I've ever read. Everything about it is love.

ofkmdsgkdnfg, I need more of this in my lifeeee!

Characters: F!Courier, Joshua Graham
Warnings/Kinks: Gen, Angst
Summary: Joshua comes to terms with the loss of a daughter.

Staring into the fire was becoming a nightly routine. Memories he'd long since come to terms with and buried deep within the confides of his plagued mind were awakening once more. He had been prepared to face another attempt at his life, but he hadn't been anywhere near ready for a ghost. And the courier was just that – a true ghost from his past who represented the rare light moments during his time with the Legion.

She'd walked into his sanctuary with little much to say, and wearing just about as little with a peculiar mask hiding her features from the rest of the world. He hadn't given her his full attention, and hadn't planned on it either, but a single statement flashed him back in time. To a time when a single look would terrify even the toughest veteran warrior, but would unfaze the unusually small child he'd been blessed with. To the night his clever little girl realized just who her Papa really was.

'So you're the Boogie Man the recruits whisper about,' the courier had started off, removing the mask from her face as she spoke, but in Joshua's minds eye he saw the face of the innocent child who'd gone against her curfew to meet him at the tent entrance. The courier cocked her head to the side, an eerily similar action the child performed and finished off with, 'I was sort of expecting more of a monster.'

The words had been ripped right out of his memories.

But when he blinked, the image of his young daughter transformed into the woman standing before him. No longer innocent, more than likely long lost during the brutal training he once thought was needed to create a perfect solder for a good cause. Gone where the childish features, instead replaced by high cheek bones and full lips – like her mother his mind silently supplied. The only thing that remained the same where the pale blue eyes she had inherited from him since birth, but instead of looking up at him with childish glee, she was staring at him with a distrustful gaze.

Only when she continued on, acting as if there was no meaning behind the words she had repeated from her childhood, was Joshua able to pull himself out of his past and into the present. He had gone through his speech mechanically. Never showing the inner turmoil as the Courier – as his daughter – stood only steps away and took in the information given to her like a well trained problem solver. She had taken it all in and once she had done so, she had disappeared. The mistrust still openly readable even as she hid herself behind the white mask she'd brought along.

And now here Joshua was, waiting for her make her final appearance with her answer. Silently sorting through the unexpected feelings running a muck within, from the initial confusion of having the courier brush his aside like another brief acquaintance to the inexplicable rage bubbling at the thought of his lone daughter in an unmarked grave. But it had subsided, simmering underneath the surface as she'd finally gave small bits of information about herself. About the new her. From the bullet that erased her former life to the adventures she'd paved through after her rise from said grave.

Pride ran through him at the knowledge of his daughter being just as hard to dispose of as he was. Unfortunately, the pride had slowly been replaced with uncertainty. The thought of retelling her story, from the glorious day he'd seen her take her first breath to the (then) joyous afternoon he'd watched her proudly stand with the selected spies sent to assimilate themselves into the enemies territory. However, it was clear to see that the woman before him wasn't the daughter he'd raised. She'd been reborn without the slightest clue as to the blood red past they'd both blindly followed.

No family to remember. No dreams to aspire to. Not even a name to give – simply identifying herself as Courier Six.

And even with all the missing portions of her prior life, she still seemed to be at peace. She still smiled, and it was still the same pleasant scene he remembered from back when. She still charmed those into coming to her aide with those doe-like eyes, although now she wasn't directing it squarely at him, more often opting to try to lure any nearby male, much to his dislike. Little reminders of what was once his scarlet starlet, now seemingly being borrowed by a complete stranger.

At the sound of footsteps, the former Legate's attention was ripped away from the flames. From his peripheral version, the form of figure crouched beside his seated form.

“You look like you're miles away.” she said, hovering in her crouched position for a few seconds before motioning to the once empty space next to him, “Mind if I join you?”

“You're free to do as you please... courier.”

If she noticed the slight hesitation, she gave no clue. Instead, she mimicked his pose in front of the fire and gave him a half-smile he never expected to ever see again. “Can't sleep either, huh?”

“It would seem that way.” The courier hummed quietly and Joshua merely remained silent. The longer they sat in complete silence, the stronger the urge to open Pandora's box became. Mutely considering the pros and cons of doing so, he almost completely missed a question from the woman beside him. “I'm sorry?”

“What are you thinking out?” she repeated.

The thought of lying was a passing thought, but instead what left his mouth was, “My daughter.”

The look of shock that passed through the courier was unmistakable. “You have a daughter?”

A hidden smile tugged at Joshua's burned lips, the look sending him to one of the brief moment they were able to share like this. Just the two of them without the prying eyes of the rest of the Legion, giving him an opportunity to see the true potential of his offspring. “Yes. I had a daughter.”

She shifted in her seat, looking a bit uncomfortable, but eventually her curiosity won out. “What happened to her?”

Not a thing. She's sitting next to me, he wanted to say, but instead answered with: “Last I heard, she had been compromised on a delivery she'd been sent to do.” The courier murmured her condolences, but Joshua continued on. “She would have been your age now. She was too hardheaded and resourceful to be broken, or shut away to be a submissive wife to simply bare and raise children. She could charm her way out of any situation – learned how to from her mother, God rest her soul. She had far more raw potential than some of the sniveling worms Caesar called recruits, but then again I might have been a bit bias.”

The courier chuckled, “I'm sure most fathers see their own kids as better than the rest of the world.”

He echoed the chuckle, “True, I supposed. I'm sure the two of you would have gotten along.”

“It would have been an honer to met her. Any woman that can show the Legion that woman aren't meek creatures and can come in handy given the right circumstances is golden in my book. She must be the woman that guy with the dog hat confused me with.”

Joshua narrowed his eyes as he stared intensely into the burning fire before them. Is she was speaking of Vulpes, then it would only be a matter of time before he realized her true identify. And knowing how resourceful the young man could be, the truth could potential put her at risk, no matter if the sly man decided to use it to his advantage or if he announced it to the entire camp. “How much to you remember?”

“You mean about my life before I was shot in the head?” Joshua nodded, unconsciously glancing at the scar marring her features. The courier shrugged, “I'd be lying if I told you I remembered much. I mean, I get little blurred moments here and there, but nothing that I could actually weave together into something that makes sense.”

Joshua nodded again. “And what are those brief moments?”

The former Legate gave one last final nod, satisfied with his findings. Even if the sly fox were to somehow figure out she was his flesh and blood, there wouldn't be anyway to prove it. She had no recollection of the life she lived, and there would never be enough proof within the Legion to confirm a woman was ever allowed to participate in something other than being a wive or slave. With a sigh, he regarded the courier for a moment before shaking his head. “No, not crazy. It's just taking it's time to sort itself out. But now onto something else, have you come to you decision?”

She gave a halfhearted nod. “I'll fight along side you, Graham. Daniel wasn't too happy with my decision, but it's the right thing to do.”

“Very well, then we will crush the white legs.”

The courier agrees as he stands to his full height and in mere seconds, she stands at his side, stretching her shorter limbs while he dusts himself off. She stepped away, signaling her leave, but before the courier could make her escape, Joshua acted. His body screamed in agony the moment his arms tightened around the smaller female. The bandages scrapped against his burned skin when her fists collided with his chest, obliviously expecting an attack, not a show of affection. The harder she squirmed in his grasp, the stronger his hug became, causing a serge of pain to rattle throughout his entire being. Eventually, thankfully, she settled down. Her own arms awkwardly snaking their way around his waist and cautiously patting where they laid. And Joshua cherished the action, no matter how uncomfortable he knew she must have felt.

“Superbus sum te filia.” Joshua murmured as his arms retracted from the death grip. Confusion was clearly written across the courier's face, but Joshua didn't give her much of a change to question his actions. He simply walked away, leaving behind the one person left in the wasteland who at one point of their life had the rare opportunity to see Joshua Graham, former Legate-turned Burned Man, as something other than the bringer of destruction and despair.

Even as he made his way to his sanctuary, Joshua could hear the courier hurrying to catch up. Her soft panting filled the quiet air, “Wait – ”

“Sleep well, Courier Six. Come first light, we fight.”

And just like that, Joshua buried the memories of his lost daughter. Opting instead of let her rest in peace, and let the new woman occupying her body to aide him in his quest to remove the troubles plaguing his new family. After all, perhaps this was a change to let go of the past and begin again.

Translation

Superbus sum te filia -- I'm proud daughter

Characters (so far): F!Courier, Cass, Veronica, Arcade, Boone, The King, Vulpes, Manny, Benny, Swank, Fisto, Raul, ED-E, Rex, Lily
Tags (so far): crack, het, crossover (Fallout: New Vegas/Ouran High School Host Club)
Summary: While visiting the New Vegas Host Club, F!Courier breaks a very valuable piece of equipment. Having no way to pay for the cost of repair, she must work as the Host Club's assistant (a.k.a. dog) until her debt is repaid in full. Shenanigans ensue.
A/N: What is this? Idek.... This isn't a high school AU *dodges projectiles* Yes, yes, I know. But I just couldn't make that work without feeling like I was subconsciously stealing some things from “New Vegas High” (another fill on the meme). I think it still works this way though. Some characters maybe a bit OOC b/c I kinda combined their personalities with those of the respective Host Club member, but it's all good, I promise.
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“Hey Roxy.”

Courier Six looked at Cass over the edge of the issue of Dean's Electronics she'd been reading. As soon as she saw the grin that the redhead was giving her, her stomach dropped. Roxanna knew that grin, had come to fear it even. It was the same grin that the former caravan owner would give her whenever she was about to ask her to do something either extremely stupid or extremely dangerous -usually a combination of both- that almost always ended with them limping back into the Lucky 38 to a tutting Arcade.

“Shit, don't look at me like that kid,” the older woman laughed as she plunked down next to her.

“What do you want Cass,” the Courier sighed, eyes dropping back down to the magazine.

“Well I was thinking,” she started as she slung an arm around her shoulders, “you do a lot of good. For me, for these asshats we call friends, hell, for this whole goddamn desert!”

“And...” Roxy prompted.

“Annd, well I think it's high time for you to take a load off girl!”

Roxy's back tensed in anticipation of the slap that she knew would be inevitably connecting. “What do you think I'm doing now?” she replied as she resisted the urge to rub her now sore shoulder.

“Being a lame ass,” Cass gave back in a matter-of-fact tone before taking a swig from a dented flask.

The Courier groaned loudly as she rose from her bed. She had this conversation with Cass at least once every other day. What the woman seemed to fail to understand was that Roxanna liked staying in and being a 'lame ass'. Most of her time was spent dodging bullets and fixing other people's problems, which usually led to dodging more bullets. It was a vicious and tiring cycle, one that she was hard pressed to get a break from, though when she did she liked to spend that time quietly and in relative peace. That was not something she could obtain by tramping around various bars and casinos with Cass.

“You're too uptight Rox, just look at ya,” Cass gestured towards the Courier with her flask-hand, a few droplets flying out of the little metal container as she did so, “shoulders all tense and shit, face all scrunched up-”

“I wouldn't be all 'tense and shit' if you didn't insist on slapping me on the back like that,” Six grumbled, rotating her assaulted shoulder until she heard a satisfying pop.

Cass snorted. “God, yer such a wuss. If I hadn't 'ave seen the wounds, I wouldn't believe that you survived two to the face.”

Roxy glared at her before turning on her heel throwing a, “Walking away now,” over her shoulder as she went

Cass hopped off of the bed, quickly stumbling after the Courier. “Don't be such a puss, Rox! You know it's all love.”

She got a glare, but the Courier didn't shrug off the arm that was now slung around her shoulders. “Yeah, yeah...”

“So what do ya say? One night on the town, just one, with me. If you hate it, I'll never get up yer ass about it again.”

Roxanna mulled it over in her head. It was just one night and if it would get Cass off of her back for good... “Fine, I'll go. But I'm bringing reinforcements.”
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Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.

Re: Veronica/BOS Paladins - Gangbang Non-Con

Re: Play Me A Memory-1/1

Re: Too Late 2/2 (Butch/F!LW dubcon)

Veronica/Betsy

no subject

Re: Veronica/Betsy

OP here...

Bittercup/Jerry the Punk

Re: Harkness/M!LW - Control [1/1]

Wadsworth (or Godfrey)/ Sergeant RL-3

Re: Mojave High School Host Club

Lakelurk/Anyone Non-con

F!Courier and Veronica punch things and fall in love

Re: F!Courier and Veronica punch things and fall in love

Re: Lakelurk/Anyone Non-con

F!Courier/Benny; Charlie Appreciation

Lone Wanderer + Point Lookout (psychological horror prompt)

Re: Harkness/M!LW - Control [1/1]

Re: Vulpes/F!Courier - sequel to "The raw end of the deal"

Re: F!Courier/Benny; Charlie Appreciation

Re: Ensemble - New Vegas High [7b/?]

Scarlet Starlet (1/?)

Re: Scarlet Starlet (1.b/1)

Re: Scarlet Starlet (1.c/1)

New Vegas Host Club (1a/?)