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Ahhh I know this is probably not going to be finished at this point, but this is HOT. I love their back and forth and the way the text builds between short and terse and then longer, more flowy sentences as the action builds up.

Mm, femslash. <3

Ohhhh my heart. *fans self* This was sizzling HOT and I do love my femslash.

FUCK this is hot and perfect and I didn't even know I had a voyeurism fetish but FUCK this is it. Wicked sweet contrast between Nova and the inexperienced vaultie.

Thank you, I'mma go to my bunk now.

ADORBS.

I need this.

Ooh, found a prompt for a fic I already wrote!

Relationship: Butch Deloria/F!LW
Summary: Butch doesn't have a date for prom. Neither does Nosebleed, but hell if he's going to dance with her.

Susie Mack wasn’t talking to him. Granted, that happened rather often, but tonight was different. Tonight was important. Tonight was prom.

The sleeves on Butch’s suit were too long, so he had to roll them up; Wally had taken the last one in his size. Wally Mack, who was currently dancing with his bitch of a sister to keep both of them from looking pathetic. Everyone else had a date (or at least tolerable company). Paul and Christine, Wally and his sister, Freddie and Amata... Which left the Butch-man. Well, him and the doctor’s daughter, but as if he would even consider dancing with her
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Erin Holt was chewing ice cubes, and it almost surprised Butch to see her in a dress- especially since it didn’t look completely awful. Dressed in low-cut, glittery blue, he could see the same colour in her eyes from here. He brown hair was down for once, and feathered past her shoul- Dammit she caught him looking. He quickly directed his attention somewhere- anywhere.
Heels clicked towards him, and he wouldn’t look, wouldn’t say she looked good, wouldn’t acknowledge her-

“We’re both pathetic, and you know it, so are you going to dance with me, or what?”

“No way, Nosebleed-” he began, and in turning to her, he found his seat about eye-level with an admittedly impressive rack. When the hell did that happen?

“I hit puberty, dumbass. You’ve just been too busy aiming for the face to notice. Are we gonna dance? I don’t have all night.”

Shit, did I say that out loud?

Butch could not dance. He was uncoordinated and clumsy unless he was pissed, and he ditched every swing lesson. However, this was a slow song, so all he really had to do was shuffle in place, and the idea of those pressed up against him wasn’t terrible...

Trying to look as exasperated as he could, Butch took his feet from off the table and stood. “I still hate you. This doesn’t change nothin’.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way. So long as you get me punch, and don’t punch me, it’s a success.”

There's nowhere near enough blonde Vulpes.

Awwwww this was amazing,, Antony<3333

Nice:)

I love this so much; it hurts in a very sexy way. Is this the end? Boy oh boy, I hope not! I need sooooo much of these two.

Tags: Boone/Carla, tragedy.
Summary: Carla lives. Boone will protect her this time.

He loves her.

Their first child is stillborn, but that’s okay, because he loves her, and they try again. Carla’s six months pregnant, and ornery as a deathclaw, and he loves her. He can’t wait to be a father.

He’ll protect them.

It’s hard to focus at work, because he keeps looking towards their room, where Carla’s probably asleep, trying to get back on a diurnal schedule because it’s healthier for children. He loves her. Craig wonders what he’s going to do to keep his job and make sure his child knows their father. There’s not much going on around Novac, but late at night he can see light coming from Nelson. He asks Manny, but the daytime sky has no contrast. He asks Manny about trading shifts once the baby’s born, and he says he’d like to try out a night shift to check how he sees at night.

Manny’s working tonight, so Boone takes the opportunity to check out Nelson. Fire. Crosses. Legion. Something swirls in his stomach, a territorial rage.
He has to protect them this time.

Boone sets up on the ridge. He takes down every last one of them, and puts out the soldiers. They’ve been hanging too long. Then he quietly heads back to Novac. Manny watches. He doesn’t ask.

About a week later, Andy comes up to the dino. Asks if he can see Ranger Station Charlie. Asks if he’s seen the NCR down there recently. He hasn’t.

After his shift ends, he heads down to Ranger Station Charlie. It’s a ghost town. The inside is a mortuary. He grabs the holotape off the desk, and runs before the frag mine he spotted can go off. There’s someone up on the ridge. He thinks Legion, but doesn’t dare to look too close and let on he knows he’s being watched. There’s at least three, scattered. There has to be more.

Carla wants mutfruit. He chases down a caravan that just passed through. He loves her.

He takes fewer breaks. He can feel the Legion closing in around them, like a noose. No one sees. They have to have a contact, a spy. Whoever sold Carla. She begged him to stop looking. He won’t let it happen again.

He’ll protect them this time.

He’s no good with people, but he’s good at listening, and he’s good at hiding. Cliff loses more inventory than he sells. Dusty takes long walks at night. There’s nowhere to hide anything around Novac- except one safe in the lobby. Jeannie May has the key.

Carla says she wants to move to Freeside before the baby’s born. Novac bores her. He likes Novac. He loves her.

An NCR recon team passes through. He tells them about Ranger Station Charlie. They tell him about Nipton, a decanus from Nelson running to Cottonwood Cove, and back with reinforcements. There are fires over Nelson that night, brighter than before. Novac isn’t safe anymore.

He’ll protect them this time.

Carla hates Novac more loudly every day, and he overhears Jeannie May saying that a woman horrible enough to hate a place as sweet as Novac deserves to be sold into slavery. That night, he breaks into Jeannie May’s room while she’s asleep, and takes the key from her nightstand. He opens the safe, and replaces the key before she wakes. He doesn’t sleep that day.

Carla asks why he’s been sneaking around. He doesn’t know what to tell her.

He’s protecting them.

Boone buys a silenced .22 from Cliff the next day, and breaks into Jeannie May’s room again at night.

He’s protecting them.

Carla says she saw him sneaking into Jeannie May’s room. She accuses him of cheating. Boone’s no good with people. He loves her. He was going to take her to Freeside. It won’t be long until someone finds the body. He has to get out of Novac.

A “courier” is in town. He says he’s leaving that night. He’s a sniper. Snipers travel in pairs.

He's protecting them.

This is killer comedy genius, a!a !!!

Oh geeze, this is perfect. Boone tries so hard.

wow, new favourite fic! fab job!

great, love it!

Hot and brief. Definitely leaves my imagination itching for more.

Boone, you... oh man. Still fits the Boone we know so well. Just because he gets to keep his wife doesn't mean it ain't tragic though. :(

This is so excellent.

This is like the only Carla story I've ever found! You've got her bitchy nature perfect. Great job!

Oh Butch, you class act you. I love Erin's oh so casual "I hit puberty, dumbass"

Is this the same Erin from 'collectores ex nomina' (or how you spell that 'cuz I can't spell apparently)?

Yes, she is! Collectores ex Nomina was supposed to explain how Erin, Archer, and No Name (Tim) exist within the same universe, but Tim was my ex-significant other's PC, and the name doesn't apply without him. *Sigh* I abandoned Collectores ex Nomina, but I'm still writing a lot for Erin Holt, and Archer Wright- I try to include last names somewhere to eliminate confusion like that.

god bless antony god bless

Oh man this is perfect. And heartbreaking.

YES GOOD. Amazing fill. I love your courier.

Reading this again after being one of the first things I found on the meme, and I still adore it. This is so, so real, so gentle in wording and pace. This is so in-character it could be canon.

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

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