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

CaesarAlmighty, I hope there's more coming

I would have guessed asexual reproduction myself, except that everyone knows suits can't reproduce.

PFFFT PERFECT MOIRA. And that awkwardness after she says she dated Autumn! /standing ovation

yyyyeeeeeesssssssss

I AM FULL OF GENIUS.

I actually ski cross country. It's pretty much the same as running cross country, except there's three feet of snow and the uniforms suck harder.

Someone PLEASE fill this!!!!

Ahh there's nothing I find kinkier than an evil LW!

Dear a!a,

Marry me.

SIncerely yours,

Anon

Hello OP,

I'm still interested in filling this and I can feel ideas begin to hatch in my brain. Do you have some head cannon you'd like to see included, like Knight's first name or age?

OP here, and honestly, I'm just so thrilled at the idea of the prompt being filled that I am quite easy on the details. But if you want something to work with: I tend to imagine Knight is somewhere in his early 30s, maybe late 20s. I've never ventured at his first name, though, but I tend to imagine him as a generally good guy, laid-back with a good sense of humor outside of work but a little lonely. But like I said, you can disregard all of this if you want, I'm just very pleased about your interest in filling c:

It was 3 months after her father died and we still hadn't left for the vault. There was a wedding on at Rivet City though and Charon was happy to see her get excited for something and appear happy. The ship was decorated in colourful pre war decorations and it was hard not to enjoy the atmosphere.
Everyone had changed out of their armour and were now in formal clothes. Butch the latest addition, Charon still liked the dog better, had business wear but had removed the jacket and placed on a t shirt under the suspenders instead of a shirt. Apparently a life in a zip up vaultsuit comes with a hatred of buttons.
Charon had simply taken off his jacket and put on a new top. This was about as formal as he got. Janet was wearing a yellow sun dress and looked radiant.
As he sat at the bar, dancing is not something he does, he watched. She was laughing and dancing well due to vault lessons. Butch span her and then he was comically interrupted by the kid they saved from Grayditch. The height difference was amusing and he smirked at the fact that's how people probably saw them.
It had been 3 months since they kissed but due to the death he didn't push anything further. He continued to stand by her side and protect her but she still demanded that he hold her at night. A thing both of them probably couldnt stop doing now. To wake up and to not be able to not only hear her breathing, but feel it, would be wrong now.
Janet was standing by a pillar now. She had her whiskey in hand and was waving to people that acknowledged her but she was staring at something. He followed her eyes to the bride, Anna.... Angela ? Charon didn't give a shit, and her father dancing. Oh fuck. Charon stood up to distract her and take her away from it but the Android bet him to it.
He glared towards him and sat back down to his drink. An hour past and he still had not see her come back.
"Butch!"
Charon held up his hand to his chest signifying her height but Butch shrugged. He hadn't seen her either.......
He searched for the android and panicked when he was alone.
"Where is she?!" Charon growled.
"I thought she was with you." Harkness' eyes widened." I'll send out a message to find her."
Fuck. Fuck. Anyone could have got her. God knows there was enough people with a bounty on them.
He went back to the room, he searched the hotel and then he went to the Flight Deck. She was watching the memorial and the newly put up force fields. He heard a sob echo, he was going to comfort her but then she took a few steps back and started running.
NO !

She raced towards the edge but Charon was faster.
He tackled her moments before she could leap off.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING ?"
"GET OFF OF ME".
Charon grabbed her wrists and held her to the ground. She tried to fight him off. Tears poured down her face and she smelt of booze.
She was grieving and drunk, not a combination that should go together.
"Look at me." Charon commanded. She wouldn't so he repeated it slower. "Look. At. Me." She eventually did with a huff. "What were you doing?"
"Jumping."
"Why?"
"It hurts so much."
Charon paused and looked at the smoothskin, really looked at her. She was hurting and no 'it will get betters' 'this isn't the way to do it' would make it better. So he took a different route. A selfish route but it had to be done.
"What about me ?"
"What ?"
Her eyes widened.
"If you jumped. You would have died. What about me ?"
She paused. "I - uh."
"You didn't think of that."
"No." More tears began to fall. "I'm sorry."
"You took me from a living hell and showed me happiness. You were just going to jump and let yourself die at your own hands. How would I have felt. Not just as your body guard as your friend. That I couldn't protect you from yourself."
She didnt answer she just continued to look at him with watery eyes.
"I would have followed after you."
"NO ! but you would ..."
"Die ?"
"You can't die !"
"But you can ?"
Both stared towards each other in a stale mate. He let go of her wrists and held her face in his hands. She held onto his shoulders.
"I don't know what i'd do without you" Charon spoke quietly. "I lo-"
"Don't you dare say it!" fresh tears leaked from her eyes.
Stunned Charon paused. "Why ?"
She gasped and Charon wiped the tears from her face. " Everyone I love dies."
In a further stale mate he choose to kiss her. Deep and intimate.
"You know I do though" He spoke into her mouth.
Janet leaned back. "Me too." She brought his face to hers and he rolled them over on the ground so he lay on top of her.
Harkness continued his search and opened the flight deck door.
...
...
"I'll come back." He simply spoke.

"Well...this in a quandary."

Arcade watched as Boone continued to argue with Temp-....her-.....him....it.

"I'm telling you, man!" Temperance held up her/his hands, the male voice standing out from the body, "I don't know who you are!"

"Temperance, this isn't funny!!" Boone snapped, grabbing her/his shoulders and shaking him/her.

He/She made a funny sound, half between anger and confussion. "That's not my name, you fucking lunatic!" She/he shoved at him, pushing the sniper away from the bed.

Boone turned to Arcade as if he could do something about it. The doctor tensed a little and raised an eyebrow, "Well don't look at me. It's your girlfriend."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!" Temperance held up his/her hands, "I'm no one's girlfriend! I'm not gay, and I sure as hell wouldn't be the woman of the relationship!"

Boone turned and pointed, "Shut up."

She/he grumbled, "Man, I have no idea what's going on." He turned to Arcade. He figured he would have at this point. The two had been arguing for about an hour, as if that was going to change the fact that Temperance had no clue who she was and sounded like a black man.

Arcade nodded, "I believe you." He pushed his glasses up and sighed, "What's your name, kid?"

He straightened up, "Hank."

Hank? Hank!? For some reason, Arcade had figured he would have a name more complex, like...Cale, or Maverick, or hell, even Justin would have done perfectly fine. Somehow, Hank just didn't seem to fit the situation. But he kept the thought to himself. "What happened to you, Hank?"

Hank frowned, "Well, I had just gotten back from a party from my boy, Marcus'-" Marcus! Even Marcus would be better than Hank "place. I had brought home this fine thing, you see and we had just sat down to watch some TV when she pulled a gun on me."

Hank nodded as if it was common accurance. Boone raised an eyebrow, "And that doesn't bother you?"

"No, it does...I mean, but you'd understand if you met my ex-wife."

"Ah."

"Anyway, she pulled the gun on me and demanded all my money. And you got to understand, what with the recession and all I don't have much to spare besides the cross my momma gave me. And I wasn't about to let that go, so I went to get the gun and she shot me."

"Damn," Arcade chimed in.

"I know. Stings like a bitch."

The two men looked at each other and sighed, "We know."

Hank looked around, "So...um...did you guys kidnap me from the hospital or something? Cause I'm pretty sure that this is the shittiest hospital I've ever seen."

Arcade's brows furrowed. "I'll have you know that I spent a quite a few days and caps making this room suitable to inhabit life."

The other man--er...woman--turned and scoffed, then seemed to realize something. His eyes widened and he jumped up, scrambling back towards the wall, "Ho, shit! You guys stole me, didn't you!?"

Boone groaned as Arcade once again blinked, "E-excuse me?"

"You guys are going to harvest my organs, aren't you!?"

The two men looked at each other with looks of disgust. Harvesting organs? Why the hell would they do that?

"You'll never take me alive, bitches!!" Hank jumped up and shoved past a confused Veronica, who had come in to investigate.

"...............well that's not good." Arcade observed.

I know right! Evil!Couriers dont even compair to bad LWs.

Drive-by!Anon is loving this so far!

She raced towards the edge but Charon was faster.
He tackled her moments before she could leap off.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING ?"
"GET OFF OF ME".
Charon grabbed her wrists and held her to the ground. She tried to fight him off. Tears poured down her face and she smelt of booze.
She was grieving and drunk, not a combination that should go together.
"Look at me." Charon commanded. She wouldn't so he repeated it slower. "Look. At. Me." She eventually did with a huff. "What were you doing?"
"Jumping."
"Why?"
"It hurts so much."
Charon paused and looked at the smoothskin, really looked at her. She was hurting and no 'it will get betters' 'this isn't the way to do it' would make it better. So he took a different route. A selfish route but it had to be done.
"What about me ?"
"What ?"
Her eyes widened.
"If you jumped. You would have died. What about me ?"
She paused. "I - uh."
"You didn't think of that."
"No." More tears began to fall. "I'm sorry."
"You took me from a living hell and showed me happiness. You were just going to jump and let yourself die at your own hands. How would I have felt. Not just as your body guard as your friend. That I couldn't protect you from yourself."
She didnt answer she just continued to look at him with watery eyes.
"I would have followed after you."
"NO ! but you would ..."
"Die ?"
"You can't die !"
"But you can ?"
Both stared towards each other in a stale mate. He let go of her wrists and held her face in his hands. She held onto his shoulders.
"I don't know what i'd do without you" Charon spoke quietly. "I lo-"
"Don't you dare say it!" fresh tears leaked from her eyes.
Stunned Charon paused. "Why ?"
She gasped and Charon wiped the tears from her face. " Everyone I love dies."
In a further stale mate he choose to kiss her. Deep and intimate.
"You know I do though" He spoke into her mouth.
Janet leaned back. "Me too." She brought his face to hers and he rolled them over on the ground so he lay on top of her.
Harkness continued his search and opened the flight deck door.
...
...
"I'll come back." He simply spoke.

A!A: god dammit I spent over an hour waiting for part b to reappear and as soon as I think .... Maybe I didn't post it and repost it, it appears hahah sorry guys !

It was a bit of a relief when Hadrian was assigned to guarding Cottonwood Cove. There had already been one attack on it by the Courier and her soldier friend, and security was being tightened in case of another. More important than the work he would be doing, though, was the fact that he'd be traveling and sleeping alone. After hearing her story (lies or not,) he had been unable to even share his bedroll with Laura. Sometimes he hated her for forcing her presence upon him, and sometimes he pitied her (which was much worse); either way, perhaps being by himself meant he would finally get a good night's sleep.

The dashing of those hopes should have been the first sign that something was wrong.

"Orders are for you to take her with you," he was told when he thought he was ready to leave.

"Isn't that against protocol?"

"Are you questioning your orders, soldier?"

"Of course not, sir. I'll take her along."

Laura didn't seem to care much about a change of location. She'd been eating better than when she'd first arrived at the camp, and looked less like a hungry ghost. Even so, with her beside him on the raft, Hadrian felt like he was accompanying Proserpina to the underworld. Despite the nausea it induced in him, he held on tightly to her arms during the trip to keep her from jumping into the water. She didn't try to break out of his grasp.

Aside from the trip, the rest of Hadrian's day seemed to be going according to routine. He left Laura in his tent under guard, and patrolled the area for any sign of First Recon berets. He was relieved of duty at night, another soldier taking his place, and went to rest with his wife.

When he entered his tent, he saw Laura lying down as she had on their "wedding night." Before he could ask her what she was doing, he heard the click of a safety catch, and turned around to see a gun pointed at his head.

I hadn't realized before this how much I like seeing evil PCs get their due. Great job!

this is glorious! the voice i'm imagining is Coach's from L4D coming out of a tiny courier XD

Thank you! :D I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Is there going to be smut? Oh lord I want some funny smut from this xD

*flailing*

This story is really great. I'm nervous for more!

im thinking it should be hosted by hardian, because he's a hilarious dick head and perfect host material :P

Cass balanced herself as best she could, boots slipping on the toilet seat and hands slipping from where she used them to support herself on the stall walls. She listened to the soft, methodical footsteps crossing the tile.

"Cass?"

She stayed quiet. She really needed a better lookout. The janitor just always pocketed her money and nodded and she was pretty sure he walked away once she had disappeared into the bathroom. Maybe she could borrow one of Benny's lackeys.

"I know it's you, Cass, I can smell the smoke."

Be perfectly still, she kept telling herself. Don't even breathe, cowgirl.

"The toilet was flushing when I came in and no one's emerged from a stall, and there are no shoes on the ground."

Cass sighed and exited her hiding spot. "Give it a rest, Sherlock."

Harkness scowled at her as she casually walked to the sink and started washing her hands. "This is the third time this month I've caught you smoking in here," he said sternly.

"Smoking? Me?"

"Fake innocence is really not a good look on you."

Cass rolled her eyes. "You got no evidence I was smoking, pal."

"I can smell the smoke. Also you were hiding in a stall."

"Maybe you're just smelling yourself malfunctioning, bolt bucket. Also maybe I was hiding because a creepy pervert stomped into the girls' bathroom. You're the hall monitor, not toilet monitor."

Harkness exhaled sharply through his nose and said through clenched teeth, "For the last time, I am not a robot."

Cass shrugged lightly, turning off the water and reaching for a paper towel. "Hey, I only know what Benny said, and he had very convincing evidence that you're a tin can straight outta Serling."

Harkness groaned in exasperation. "Just what the heck was this 'evidence', anyway?"

"Five bucks. And the fact that you've got no genitals."

"I do so have genitals!"

Cass held a fist to her mouth to muffle her snorting laugh.

"It wasn't funny, Rose! When Benny added the lovely little spin that I was spying for the communists, Professor Noonan threw his shoe at me! He called my house threatening to 'turn me in' for America!"

Cass stopped laughing and turned to face him, crossing her arms and looking him dead in the eye. "Don't call me Rose."

Harkness narrowed his eyes and Cass could see the smirk in them. "What if I wanna?" he said, walking closer to her. "Rosie?"

He was not expecting the solid right hook, if his face was anything to go by. Cass sauntered out of the bathroom, bootheels clicking on tile, knuckles stinging. She stopped by the door to say, "Only one man got to call me that, Rusty, and he's gone. So watch yourself."

The bell rang out as she hit the hall, students spilling out of classrooms. She went to the chemistry lab and ducked in as the stragglers filed out and tapped Professor Noonan on the shoulder. "Hey, Doc?" she said, putting on her very best innocent face and batting her eyelashes hugely. "I was talking to Harkness and he started using big words. I don't know about all that boy stuff, but I was wondering: what's a proletariat?"

Not a good look for me, my ass, she thought with a smug smile as Noonan clambered out the door to save America.

I love you, A!A. You just made my existence. Also, I recc'ed you on the rec thread, fyi.

Definitely laughed out loud with this one! Hahahah

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