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

That's pretty much my favorite line that I've ever written lol.

Thanks for reading! :]

MOAR

Little lamplight was Charons nightmare.
"Why are you so tall ?"
"Because."
"Because why ?"
....
"Whats that gun called?"
"Shotgun"
"I don't like it."
....
"Why is your skin peeled ?"
"BECAUSE I EAT PEOPLE!"
That one went off crying not that Charon cared. He stood with his arms crossed the entire time waiting for Janet to finish. The entrance of the vault was somewhere in the cave they just had to find it.
"Excuse me ?"
He look down. Way down. This one was no bigger than his forearm. She looked extremely fragile and her eyes were watery.
"Yes."
"Uhm..... Can you fix my gun ?"
She held out quite an impressive looking scoped magnum. He sighed and picked it up. She had jammed it from lack of cleaning.
He pulled a rag from his bag and kneeled down infront of her.
"You wipe this in here and then shoot it."
She nodded and did as he said. "You're holding it wrong." He placed her absolutely tiny hands properly around it. "Now go."
She shot. Charon grabbed her as she went flying from the backlash. She giggled and scrambled up.
"What's your name?"
"Bumble."
"Keep practising Bumble."
"I will !" she scampered off and ran deeper into the cave. Charon sighed contently as arms wrapped around his waist and someone began kissing at his neck and jaw.
"That was extremely attractive" Janet laughed.
He was still kneeled on the ground so he wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted standing, carrying her on his back.
She squealed loudly and clung on.
"Where to now?"
"Murder pass." she replied.
"Sounds thrilling."
"Nothing we can't handle!"
"What can't we handle ?"
Janet paused slightly then remembered.
"Dunwich."
Both shuddered remembering.
"Fuck that" Charon remarked.
"Fuck that indeed."
They both nodded and he headed towards murder pass. Janet kicked her heels into his waist and Charon growled.
"Onwards you magnificent bastard !!" she bellowed.
Charon gave a deep laugh.
"Im not Argyle."
"and I ain't no Dashwood."
"Come on boss"
"Yes my ghoul manservant."
Both snorted and headed towards the mysterious vault behind Murder pass.

I love this so much! <3 D'aaaawww at Charon helping Bumble with her gun. And kudos for the Daring Dashwood and Argyle references! And I love Janet.

Love it! And oh dear, Lily baking bat-shaped cookies is such a wonderful image (as well as Cass playing redneck!Mary.)

OMGGGG SECONDED.

Oh, Cass. You are trouble, girl, and we all love you for it.

op: Loving it so hard! Their relations ship is becoming so fucking adorable it hurts to smile. Eeep! It's just so wonderful.

Ahhh, this is adorable. I love the tension so so so much. Really, that is my favorite part of any romance. I'm so glad Knight is getting some love, the poor guy. <3

Awww, Israaeellll. Jaaaaames. You guuyyssss. D: I just want them to have a happy eeeending. Can't wait for the next chapter, A!A!!

Sadface. :( Poor Israel.

Awesome update, nonnie!

OMGGGZXXZXSERsdf. I love this with all my hearrttttt.

Oh god. Oh sweet jesus. This is WONDERFUL. ilikewherethisisgoing.jpg

Major Knight! Leo! Cousin George! Love it!

I have such a boner for the characterization in this story, and I thought you needed to know, nonnie.

I love it. Can't wait to read more of this awesomeness.

Whew, there's so much tension in here that my laptop almost fried.
Beautifully done, A!A.

Yay! Glad ya liked it OP :]

I'm so lazy, I almost never comment on anything. But THIS. Jesus Christ, man, this may be my favorite fill on this kmeme so far- I need to tell you how awesome you are, a!a. You are the greatest fucking thing. The greatest fucking thing ever. Number one is you, then, like, the guy who invented the internet is number two. You outrank internet inventor man, do you understand that? My brain right now, a!a, I can't even! I can't even.

THIS IS AWESOME SO FAR ARGH LOVE IT

That had been five nights ago now. They had spent the evening chatting about this and that, their lives, childhood, and god knows what else, completely loosing track of time as it turned out. First when they had noticed a silvery stripe above the eastern horizon had they realised they had talked the whole night away.
“You’re an easy one to talk to”, Leo had said with one of his infectious grins.
“Same to you, I guess”, Knight had given back. “You’ve not been the only one talking.”
Leo had chuckled and gotten up, saying he had to leave. Had things to do. And had suddenly looked very earnest.

“I’ll not be back for a while, I guess”, he said. “I’ve got stuff I gotta do, really important stuff but...”
“Hey, it’s all right. You don’t have to tell me if it’s not my business.”
Leo looked relieved. “You know what?”
“What?”
He chuckled. “I only know your surname. You sure must have a first name as well?”
“Oh.” Knight lit up another smoke. “It’s William.”
“William?” Leo smiled again, his teeth shining in the dim light of pre-dawn. “Can I call you Billy?”
“No.” With a swift move, Knight pocketed his lighter. “That’s what my daddy used to call me when I was seven or so. That’s what he still calls me when he’s got to berate me for something.” Then he grinned. “But William sounds so formal, and all my aunties called me that. Just stick to Will.”
“Will.” Leo smiled, and held out his hand.
Knight took it and they clasped hands, but when their eyes met, words suddenly failed both of them. They mutely stared at each other for a moment or two before Leo hesitatingly let go of Knight’s hand.
“Well then”, he said. “I’ll be back, I promise. I don’t know when, but I’ll be back.”
“You know where to find me”, Knight gave back and Leo nodded with a sudden painful twist around his mouth.
“Take care of yourself, Will.”
“Seems like you need that more than I do.”
A smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes flashed on Leo’s face for a second. “Yeah, I know. I’ll see you when... I see you when I see you.”

Knight had watched Leo trot down the rise towards the Nipton Road, wondering if he would ever see him again. The thought had caused him a strange constricting pain in his chest that completely overlaid the agony at the thought of having to spend a day at his counter with no sleep whatsoever.
The day had turned out to be as unpleasant as expected and seemed to have far more hours than a day technically should possess.

By now, five days later, Knight began to grow used to suppressing the nagging worry about Leo and his mysterious mission. He kept himself busy, cleaned out long-neglected filing cabinets when he had some time to spare and tried to do as little thinking as possible.

After a few weeks had passed and Knight was beginning to accept the bitter truth that he would never see Leo again as quite obviously, whatever he had been about to do, whatever had had him so worried, had obviously killed him, rumours began to trickle in about the supposed vanishing of Mr. House.
At the same time, some sort of courier, a stranger with no name, had been known to be the first person in living memory to enter the Lucky 38. A courier who had, if the rumours were true, given the Legion the slip after infiltrating their camp and killing Caesar in his own tent. A courier who was known in Freeside as a saint to the people. No one knew where he had come from. No one knew who he was.

The talk made Knight remember the first day Leo had come to the Mojave Outpost.

“Caravan, citizen, pilgrim, or...?”
“Courier.”

Knight carefully put the rifle down and pressed his hands flat onto his counter to hide his trembling fingers.

“I’ll not be back for a while, I guess”, he said. “I’ve got stuff I gotta do, really important stuff but...”

And with goose bumps spreading out all over his body it occurred to him that moment that he, William Knight, was the only soul who knew the Courier’s name.

As the weeks went by news of the Courier’s deeds reached the Mojave Outposts in more or less regular intervals. News regarding the Khans, the Boomers (How the hell he had managed to reach Nellis in one piece was subject of many a heated discussion), the Followers of the Apocalypse and the various Families on the Strip.

“Can’t believe that thing about the White Gloves, I honestly don’t”, he heard one soldier say to another in the bar one night. “I mean... okay, weirdoes, the lot of them what with their masks and all that but... cannibals?”
“I’m suddenly kinda glad I never had the bucks to take Milly to dinner there”, the other replied and both of them laughed to bury the unease caused by that piece of news deep inside.
“Hey Knight”, Fallers’ voice rang out and moments later, he sat down beside him. “Haven’t seen your cousin around here in a while.”
“He’s the straggling sort”, Knight gave back after a sip of beer. “Said he had work to do, but what kind of work...” He shrugged. “I’d rather not know.”
Fallers gave him a good natured grin. “Oh well, I guess every family has one, ey?”
The unhappy grin Knight managed at that was the most appropriate answer he could give, and Sgt Fallers mercifully changed the subject after that.

Yet another week later Major Knight was due for leave. A few weeks past, he had eagerly looked forward to taking a few days off and spend some money on the Strip, and for a short time, had even entertained the thought of running into Leo again. Now, however Knight was sure that wherever Leo was, he wouldn’t be running around on the Strip, and he didn’t really fancy going anymore.

He tried to postpone the leave, telling his OIC that there was so much to do, but he just laughed and told him he’d been so dutiful and diligent and besides, had been postponed two times already.
“Off you go”, he’d said, “And don’t you come back before Sunday, unless we let out an emergency call back.”

A dozen men and women from the Outpost made their way towards Vegas and the Strip the next morning, talking and laughing, telling each other how much money they’d make, how drunk they’d get and how many whores they’d bang until Knight felt sick from effort of not trying to listen to them.
Faced with a whole weekend without work he realised he had been so immersed in what he did at the Outpost during the last months that he didn’t really know what to do with himself anymore when he wasn’t on duty. But if he was being honest, the thought of picking up a companions or two for a couple of nights, get drunk and gamble a bit of his heard earned wages away had lost its attraction the moment Leo had told him with a wink that maybe they’d catch up on the Strip one fine day.

After entering the Strip he fell a little back when the others began to surround a few of the dancing whores with jeers and wolf-whistles. Wondering if they were occupied enough for him to slip unnoticed out of the gate again towards Freeside to see if he couldn’t find his old friend Ben he took a few steps back, idly lighting a cigarette. He and Old Ben had made out a few times together before; he was a considerate, gentle lover and while he gave him no illusions that there was anything more going on between them he didn’t treat Knight like a slab of meat either, and he guessed it was all he could ask for. Beggars, after all, can’t be choosers.

When he came back to the Outpost the first thing he heard was that Cassidy, the Caravan merchant stuck in there like so many others had upped and left. Apparently she had followed a guy who had been doing some work for Crimson Caravans, maybe an old acquaintance, maybe even an old lover.
He was listening half-heartedly to the conversation of two female soldiers passing him buy until their last words made him freeze, each word feeling like a punch in the stomach.
“He must be her lover, such a tall, blonde, handsome guy! Such a sexy voice too... god, I could scratch her eyes out for picking this one up.”
He kept telling himself that there had to be more blonde, tall handsome men with a sexy voice in the Mojave desert, but when he entered his office and took up his post, someone yelled from around a corner:
“Hey Knight, your cousin’s been asking for you! He seemed really upset you weren’t here! Well, maybe next time!”

Slowly sorting through a stack of paperwork with trembling hands, Major Knight wondered if someone was pulling a nasty prank on him.

The voice that followed was new to Hadrian, but he at least recognized the face. Alerio, the young man always in the shadow of Vulpes Inculta. While his superior was charged with watching the strip and the wasteland, no one really knew what young Alerio's job description was. Obviously, the Frumentarii preferred it that way.

"Are you a sodomite?"

"What?"

"Are you a sodomite? Tell me now and your death will come free of torture."

"By Mars, I swear I'm not!" Hadrian's protestations were genuine, and genuinely baffled. Even if he'd found men appealing, no one these days was foolish enough to try and get away with such a thing- not if even a Centurion could be crucified for it. Did Hadrian have an unknown enemy trying to get him executed, spreading rumors and lies?

"Then why haven't you performed your duty with your wife?"

Of course. How Alerio knew, Hadrian had no idea, but he'd known somehow he couldn't get away with it forever.

"She is my slave, to do with as I see fit. How I use her does not concern you."

The words had barely escaped Hadrian's lips when Alerio struck him with the butt of his gun. Hadrian fell, his head throbbing, landing on the ground beside the ever-placid Laura. He knew better than to try and fight back, but oh how his soldier's soul had to be restrained!

"Your slave, soldier? You owe Caesar as much of a duty as she does to you, to be done with as he sees fit. You have not so much as made a single attempt to produce a child for the Legion! I ask again, are you a sodomite or simply impotent?"

"I don't fuck corpses!" Hadrian was surprised by his own outburst, but could hardly stop himself. "Look at her! She's been dead since Nipton. A child of hers would suckle blood from her breasts, if she didn't kill it upon arrival! She has no heart left to be a wife or a mother! I haven't consummated our marriage because the touch of such a creature repulses me."

Hadrian half-expected to be killed for insubordination, but Alerio seemed to have barely noticed.

"Your wife seems pliant enough now."

"She has no choice!"

"I know that, soldier." Alerio's cold face now bore a smile more horrible than his rage. "What I don't know is why you think you do."

Pacer ran his fingers through his freshly trimmed hair, savoring the feeling before Sergio gathered up his pomade and styling combs. "Admit it," Sergio said, setting up his supplies. "You missed me."

"I missed this," Pacer said, closing his eyes as Sergio set to work. "That's all I'm copping to."

And it was all he was gonna cop to, dammit. But that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the feeling of Sergio's long, slim fingers in his hair, working in the sweet-smelling pomade. Some small part of him, buried under acres of bravado, wanted to apologize, while some other part of him acknowledged with something shockingly close to shame that this was as close to an apology as he was going to give, just coming back and reclaiming his hair privileges. The best, and worst, part was that Sergio seemed to know. And accepted it, just like he always did. That was just how Sergio was with him: wouldn't take his bullshit, but didn't try to get anything more out of him. Didn't make any demands. Those messier emotion-feeling parts of him knew that Sergio deserved a better man. But even they weren't about to give him up.

"There," came the barber's voice after a few minutes of precise styling, "you look like a King again." Pacer opened his eyes, rising from the chair and taking some time to admire Sergio's handiwork in the mirror, Sergio at the basin at the far end of the room rinsing his combs.

Pacer did look like a proper King again, gingerly patting down the sides of his hair. Wondered when he'd get back to acting like one. "It was her. Wasn't it?"

Sergio didn't even flinch. Didn't even look up from his basin. "I don't know what you're talking about."

There had to be about a dozen more graceful ways to approach the subject, but Pacer didn't have the best track record with graceful. "The courier. She was the one fuckin' with my stash. I've seen the thugs you cut up, Serge, only Figaro can make marks like that."

Sergio was silent for a long moment. When he spoke, he was quiet. "Someone was paying her to assassinate you," he said, eyes still on his work. "Found out about your... condition, so she was making your Jet lethal. I was ready to kill her, but she said it was all to stop your bullshit attacks on the Squatters. I told her to talk to the King. And that if she ever went after you again I'd slit her throat."

Pacer had pieced together that first part. Wasn't hard. But he didn't know what to do with the odd twist in his chest at that last part. He approached the barber and stood behind him, hands settling on Sergio's hips as he leaned in to press a firm kiss against his neck. "I don't deserve you," he murmured, lips brushing against skin muffling the words.

Sergio gave an amused snort. "No. You don't." But he leaned back against Pacer's chest, into the pair of arms that wrapped around his waist. Tilted his head to better accommodate the trail of kisses Pacer was pressing into his neck, wandering up to his ear, drawing out a delicious little shudder. "And for the record, sugar," Sergio said, Pacer loving how low and rough his voice had gotten, "if you ever violently slam me up against a door again without intentions of fucking me against it, we're through. For good."

That was as close to forgiveness as Sergio was gonna give. Pacer knew. And it was enough for him. He chuckled against the shell of Sergio's ear, "I'll keep that in mind."

Wow... thanks for showing so disgustingly clear that the Legion in a way is equally soul-destroying towards men as well as women. Brilliant writing.

Charons head throbbed. He was on the ground anoldold metal stuck to his face. Flashbacks hit back quickly. A blue light. Janet being flung across the room. Her screaming his name. Her hand slipping out of his as he tried to grab her during th explosion.
She was gone.
The enclave had took her and he was powerless. His body was numb and unmoving. He could do nothing but watch. For how much he hated the enclave he hated himself even more.
He looked up to a very concerned looking super mutant.
The giant, even to him, picked him up and brought him to the halls that had previously held the geck. His pain began to recede as the radiation washed over him.
Charon groaned and picked himself up.
"We have to go after her." he croaked.
"Yes we do my friend."
Oh great, he'd made a pal. Janet would be proud. He just had to find her to tell her.
......
"What did you do to me !!" Janet screamed.
The smug bastard in the trench coat simply smirked.
"There is the fev virus, the modified fev and the enhanced fev. The one currently in your veins is the enhanced fev so you have to think very carefully of what I'm about to ask of you. "
"Just you wait till Charon comes. If he doesn't kill every one of you I will." she screamed and tugged against her bindings in a heated rage.
.....
An explosion crashed at the top of the Mountains and Charon dropped to his knees.
He was too late.
He roared deeply from his chest and grabbed his shotgun.
Every enclave bastard that dare crawled out from the inferno was immediately put down by him. When he ran out of shells he simply took to tearing them apart with his bare hands.
A small part of his mind wondered if he was going feral but a larger more angrier part told it to shut the fuck up.
Then he heard it.
Small and quiet. A cough. Far too gentle to belong to a soldier.
His heart jumped when he heard the familiar TUNG of a pip boy light being put on.
She was in the dark somewhere.
"Janet !!" he roared.
Then he saw it. The small hand under the rocks. He raced towards it and began flinging off the debris. The supermutant continued to watch him back and take down each enemy around them.
But Charon was only focused on one thing. The small woman covered in dust and bruises with the pepper hair.'he pulled her out and she gasped as the fresh air hit her lungs.
"Charon !" she tugged at his shoulders and pulled him into her.
He returned the gesture by winding his arms around her waist and back.
He was never letting her go again.
She gave him a deep kiss. Moaning slightly as his lips spread apart for her. Holding on to a red tuff of hair she kissed him so hard he fell back.
He laughed loudly and carefree.
"You're okay ? Everything is fine ?" he scanned her finding only bruises and laser burn marks.
"I am !." she pulled harder into their embrace cherishing the feel of him.

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

A!A here...

Re: Pacer/Sergio -- Wild For You [2b/?]

Curves (7/9)

Re: Curves (7/9)

OP here

Re: NV gang-Scooby Doo Crossover (gen/crack)

Re: Ensemble - New Vegas High [4/?]

Re: Curves (7/9)

Re: My Knight in shiny Armour 2c/??

Re: Keep Your Composure 8/?

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Re: The Bro's to End All Bro's (1b)

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Re: Pacer/Sergio -- Wild For You [2b/?]

Re: My Knight in shiny Armour 2c/??

A!A here...

Re: Dr. Richards/M!Courier -- Scorchmarks and Serenades [2c/2]

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My Knight in shiny Armour 3a/??

My Knight in shiny Armour 3b/??

My Knight in shiny Armour 3c/??

Worthy of Mars 5/?

Pacer/Sergio -- Wild For You [3/5]

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Curves (8A/9)