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

Aww! This this this.

The stranger had only spoken once, just once, when Simon had been particularly ungainly after a long, frustrating day and kept rushing. His lover had given a sort of breathless chuckle, lightly pinned his wrists against his head and murmured, "Relax, baby, just let me take care of you," in a tight whisper so quiet that Simon couldn't discern any of its characteristics, couldn't even begin to place it. But the way it had wormed into his heart, shot warmth through his limbs and replayed in his head for days... Well. Better not revisit that whole "unhealthy" thing.

Because he couldn't really care less at this point about the who's and how's. It could be anyone, a goddamn Legionnaire and he would still be grateful to him. Life was not getting easier. Even with his big home base, his evergrowing personal army, more and more recognition for the sacrifices he was making, the absurd suicide missions he was taking, these nights were the brightest spot in his life. These nights in his lover's arms, being pleasured within and inch of his life, completely tended to, kissed tenderly like he mattered.

He was beyond trying to talk himself out of feeling something like love in the stranger's touch. Was done trying to tell himself that the stranger was probably just looking for an easy lay. Those thoughts, all practical pessimism, had been shot out the window with the visits that had called for nigh-treacherous travel. The times Simon had been in the middle of a firefight and seen an enemy fall to a bullet that neither he nor his companions could have shot. The occasion that he had heard a battle in the distance and taken a turn in the road that revealed two freshly-killed Legionnaires, ambush thwarted before it had begun, no other fighter in sight.

Simon didn't have a name for it, and that didn't matter. He was certain these encounters meant just as much to the stranger as they did to himself.

And then they stopped happening.

Yesyesyes a billion times yes.

I LOVE THIS. I loved Tabitha more than words can say and this would be amazing.

Confirmed Bachelors, raise your hand if you used those special speech options every single time they popped up. Yeah, that's what I thought. So let's say this extremely flirtatious courier has found the one guy who could finally tame him. Three cheers for domestic bliss!... Aaaand now to deal with the trail of broken hearts he's left strewn across the Mojave like so much confetti.

Bonus points if the courier actually slept with everyone he Confirmed Bachelor'd (I just request that there's no real slut-shaming from his new partner). Super extra mega bonus points if his new partner is traveling with him, even if he's not one of the canon companions, and has to deal with the unearned wrath of all those broken hearts.

(Feel free to use this with any of the other sexuality-based speech options and a correspondingly gendered courier, this OP just prefers slash.)

Sounds awesome

Oh lord, please let the mysterious stranger be the Mysterious Stranger.

(Not that I didn't TOTALLY consider doing that but it's not, heh. But oh god if someone else filled this using him that would be magical.)

Okay, so F!Courier or F!LW finds the only Marilyn Monroe movie left in the world (doesn't matter which one), on holotape of course, and decides to basically become her and become an icon, given that no one in the Mojave/Capital wasteland actually knows who MM is. (Well, maybe House does, but whatever.) She's got it all down perfect, that darling breathy voice, beautiful big doe eyes, platinum blonde hair, the body, the singing, everything. And, interestingly enough, some higher-up from some big ol' faction just loves that cutesy, sexy, starlet persona. This man in question can be any big boss man from House, Nero, Cachino, Big Sal, Benny, Caesar, General Oliver, Mr. Burke... I think you get the picture anonies!

Basically I want Marilyn's persona in her films, the ditsy, lovable, beautiful blonde who isn't too bright but is sweet enough to just make you melt upon the sight of her. I just want shenanigans where she says something silly or does something girly and everyone's like, "This is the badass girl who is saving the wasteland?"

Bonus: If she sings all of the songs Marilyn famously performed!
Bonus: If she quotes Marilyn constantly.

Okay, you know what? I don't give a fuck, I'm prompting this. *Pushes sanity into the far recesses of my mind*

I was on the Mod Alert Thread asking a question about formatting and shit and I used these fake tags as an example for said question.

A Spark of Luv
Kink: Surprise buttsex
Characters: oh vulpes ohh, mojave rapelord, Fisto
Relationship: slash
Summary: fisto luvs vulpes but also luvs boone, what will happen when hearts and fists clash?!?

I don't even-... Okay. I don't care if its the crackiest shit ever. In fact, I encourage that. I just can't get this out of my head now! Boone and Vulpes fighting over the love of Fisto. The two Mojave Rapelords battle! Fisto cries over the drama engulfing his life as the new mary-sue of the Mojave! TEARS WILL BE SHED, BUTTS DE-VIRGINIZED, AND MEN WILL BE SWEATY.

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Title: Beware of what you say, when, and to whom.
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Pairing: Vulpes/Arcade
Tags: Gen
Summary: Arcade and Vulpes talking Latin. (or my attempt at it)

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“Oh well, I knew I would die someday, I’d rather hoped it would be later than sooner”
“Will you stop whining?”
Arcade rolled his eyes. “We’re going unarmed and... peacefully... into the Legion Fort to talk with the most brutal and bloodthirsty war leader the post apocalyptic Wasteland has ever heard of and I’m not even allowed to mourn my all-too early demise?”
The courier elbowed him in the ribs. “Oh come on, you pessimist. All I wanna do is give him a chance to retreat before... you know.”
“Yeah, I know.” They had had this discussion before, and Arcade knew it to be a waste of breath to start it all over again. Saying that Caesar might accept the courier’s terms and retreat was a bit like saying that radiation might not be harmful. Telling the courier to give up and not try and find a peaceful solution was like telling water to try and flow uphill. So Arcade had made some sort of peace with his life instead of refusing to come along (well, he had tried but he had yet to see someone win an argument against the courier, so he could be forgiven) was now following him through the Fort, heading for Caesar’s tent.

He stood a little off to one side and mustered the two people now engaging in a heated discussion and the one man standing somewhat beside the throne who seemed to be some sort of advisor. That man – the courier had introduced him as Vulpes Inculta as they had entered the tent – occasionally twitched a muscle in his face as if he, too, suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at some of the things his superior said.

Arcade sidled a little closer and he and the advisor exchanged a glance form the corners of their eyes.
“I told him it was a stupid idea to try”, Arcade muttered under his breath.
The Legionary beside him slowly crossed his arms but didn’t look at Arcade. ”Diligentia maximum etiam mediocris ingeni subsidium.”
“Possunt quia posse videntur.”
At that, Vulpes did turn his head and looked at Arcade with one raised eyebrow. “Sed vir sapit qui pauca loquitur.”
”He never does”, Arcade chuckled and crossed his arms. The other two verbal combatants were, as of yet, oblivious of their low conversation. “Not even when he knows beyond doubt that it won’t be of use.” Then he shrugged and added: “Audaces fortuna iuvat.”
“Maybe that is so”, Vulpes gave back, a faint smile on his lips. “But still... exitus acta probat.”
“The result of this is that we’ll die”, Arcade muttered under his breath. “And all because of following this... starry-eyed kid.”
“Maybe you will be allowed to live”, Vulpes replied mildly. “And only be enslaved.”
Arcade shot him a sour look. “Non est vivere sed valere vita est.”
Vulpes sounded outright amused. “Ad praesens ova cras pullis sunt meliora ad quem ad quod.”
“I’d rather have the chickens, thank you. Why don’t I just get the hell out of here?”
“There is no fame or glory in running.”
“Fame?” Arcade snorted softly. “Glory? Your way of thinking, maybe, for me, si post fata venit gloria non proper.”
“The profligate’s way of thinking. The way of the weak”, Vulpes sneered. “Damnant quodnon intelligent.”
“What is there to understand? To us, you’re murderers and slavers.” Arcade could already feel the ropes biting into his wrists, but couldn’t make himself stop. In a way, he was as bad as the courier once he was engaged in a discussion.

“Cave quid dicis, quando, et cui”, Vulpes replied slowly. “He will not be amused if he becomes aware of what you are saying.” He made a small, significant pause. “De fumo in flammam.”
Arcade stared straight ahead and realised the discussion between the courier and Caesar had come to an abrupt end. He waited for a few moments, but no one ordered to have them arrested or killed, and the courier finally straightened up again and nodded at Arcade.
“We have five minutes to get out of here”, he said.
“Tempus fugit”, Arcade replied with a nervous grin and turned to Vulpes again. “I’d bit you vale, but I’d rather we not meet again.”
Vulpes crossed his arms, a tiny smile on his lips. “Perfer et obdura; dolor hic tibi proderit olim.”
“Favete linguis.”
At that, Vulpes actually laughed and escorted them out of the tent himself. “It is refreshing to meet a man with and intelligence among the profligates”, he said after reaching the tent flap. “You should have a place here, among the Legion’s finest. You would certainly deserve it.”
“I’d rather not be a slaver and murderer myself”, Arcade replied slowly. “I’m a doctor, not a fighter and I’ll never be anything else. Nosce te ipsum.”
“Bonitas non est pessimis esse meliorem.”
“As I said, I’d rather be alive than glorified.”
“You shall have no glory at all. There is no way you can win this fight.”
“No?” Arcade shrugged. “Maybe. Sed fallaces sunt rerum species, et minuma maxima sunt.” With these words he cast a significant look at the couriers neck where the platinum chip hung in a small leather pouch. Vulpes narrowed his eyes, looked back and forth between the courier and Arcade and shrugged.
“Memento mori.”
Before he could vanish through the tent flap Arcade said softly: “Cineri gloria sera est.”
If Vulpes had heard it, he gave no sign.

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Diligentia maximum etiam mediocris ingeni subsidium: Diligence is a very great help even to a mediocre intelligence.
Possunt quia posse videntur: They can because they seem to be able to (they can do it because they think they can do it - the power of positive thinking)
Vir sapit qui pauca loquitur: That man is wise who talks little (know when to hold your tongue)
Audaces fortuna iuvat or fortes fortuna iuvat: Fortune favours the brave
Exitus acta probat: The result validates the deeds.
Non est vivere sed valere vita est: Life is not being alive but being well (life is more than just being alive)
Ad praesens ova cras pullis sunt meliora ad quem ad quod: Eggs today are better than chickens tomorrow
Si post fata venit gloria non proper: If glory comes after death, I'm not in a hurry
Damnant quodnon intelligent: They condemn what they do not understand
Cave quid dicis, quando, et cui: Beware of what you say, when, and to whom
De fumo in flammam: Out of the smoke into the flame
Perfer et obdura; dolor hic tibi proderit olim: Be patient and tough; some day this pain will be useful to you.
Favete linguis: Hold your tongue
Nosce te ipsum: Know thyself
Bonitas non est pessimis esse meliorem: It is not goodness to be better than the worst.
Fallaces sunt rerum species et minima maxima sunt: The appearances of things are deceptive and the smallest things are most important.
Memento mori: Remember that you will die
Cineri gloria sera est: Glory paid to ashes comes too late

Written with the help of: http://latin-phrases.co.uk/ I could never pretend to have composed that on my own.

I think my brain implodes just from reading this prompt. Someone has to fill this. I suck at crack, or else I would.

Arcade Gannon is many things, but for all his proficiency with weapons the average Follower really shouldn't know how to use, he's no warrior. So when the day comes that he gets hurt quite badly on one of his outings with the sucidal lemmings, the Courier freaks out (in a manly way, of course). Cue all manner of guilty feelings over dragging a non-combatant into the big, bad wasteland and into path of his various and sundry enemies, along with not-so-subtle attempts at making Arcade stay with the Followers from now on.

Does Arcade:

a) milk it for all it's worth during his recovery because, hey, having a lovely young thing fuss over you is quite agreeable, or

b) put up with the Courier's angst and pathos for exactly ten seconds before calling him on it, or

c) any variant of the above.

Belated thank-god-you're-alive smut ensues.

Bonus points for this event being what makes the Courier realise that he's not fine with being "just friends", but if anon wants to go with an established relationship, it's all good.

It's like Choose Your Own Smutventure.

Dude, I need to see this movie now because this prompt sounds awesoooooome.

Dude. DUDE. This sounds so wonderful. I can't even explain HOW EXCITED I WAS when I discovered the Confirmed Bachelor perk and hell yes did I use it every single time. I just wish they'd given us MORE of it.

So yes. Seconding this so so so hard.

SHIT SHIT SHIT. I got all giddy while reading this prompt. Has there even BEEN a fic where Arcade is the one being nursed back to health? Oh man I really want this.

YES! I NEED THIS! I hope someone fills this, oh gosh.

DUDE I KNOW when I first saw that perk it made my gaymer heart explode with joy and in like ten seconds I went from being a serious gamer having serious manly feelings about LGBT content getting into mainstream video games to "HELLO MY NAME IS COURIER I HAVE A CRUSH ON EVERY BOY".

So. So yeah.

hgnurghdsjfkhsjdkfh delicious. this is hitting all my kinks already.

Great fill!

I have to confess... I am a seriously straight gamer girl (though sometimes I wish I could experience being a guy), but I have many friends and some family that are homosexual. So, it's pretty close to my heart, but not as close as I would imagine it is to yours! I just love love, all types of it I guess! And yeah, I was totally the same way. Very serious at first then I FLIRT WITH ALL THE GUYS!

It'll be fucking kickass to see Boone handing flyers in the hallway with a forced smile chanting 'for carla, for carla'

I’d love to see a young, a bit sassy, otherwise very laid-back male Courier who is a bit of a germaphobe. A bit being the key-word here, because it would be difficult enough living in the wasteland without this problem, so cut him a little slack.

But yea, I’m thinking he wipes off/wash the tops of cans before he opens them, washes his hands every chance he gets (even if the water is often slightly irradiated), and loathes being dirty to the point where if he goes without a bath for too long, gets irritated and generally grumpy. Probably feels all kinds of gross covered with blood or animal guts, and makes his companions carry the exceptionally dirty objects.

Basically, how does someone who is germaphobic deal with life in a post apocalyptic world?

And because this is a kink meme (and I ship it hardcore): male Courier is in a relationship with Arcade, so be sure to include him! Also, would love to see courier riding Arcade in the bathtub or on a bed with fresh sheets. Throw in a mention about how picky the courier is about where they have sex and I'll love you forever.

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

Re: Arcade/M!Courier domestic fluff

M!Courier/? - Remain Nameless [1c/?]

Re: Vulpes/Arcade

Re: Courier/Tabitha being bros

M!Courier/AnyMale - "How did you find time for all those guys?"

Re: M!Courier/AnyMale - "How did you find time for all those guys?"

Re: M!Courier/? - Remain Nameless [1c/?]

Re: M!Courier/? - Remain Nameless [1c/?]

F!Courier/F!LW imitates Marilyn Monroe

Boone/Fisto + Vulpes/Fisto

Vulpes/Arcade: Cave quid dicis, quando, et cui 1/2

Cave quid dicis, quando, et cui 2/2

Re: Boone/Fisto + Vulpes/Fisto

M!Courier/Arcade - Recovery

Re: Pacer/Sergio -- Wild For You [4/5]

Re: Boone!Gods and Monsters Crossover

Re: M!Courier/AnyMale - "How did you find time for all those guys?"

Re: M!Courier/Arcade - Recovery

Re: M!Courier/Arcade - Recovery

Re: M!Courier/AnyMale - "How did you find time for all those guys?"

Re: M!Courier/? - Remain Nameless [1c/?]

Re: Cave quid dicis, quando, et cui 2/2

Re: M!Courier/AnyMale - "How did you find time for all those guys?"

Re: Ensemble - New Vegas High [5/?]

M!Courier/Arcade, Courier is germaphobic (but there is still sex)

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

Re: Arcade/M!Courier domestic fluff

M!Courier/? - Remain Nameless [1c/?]

Re: Vulpes/Arcade

Re: Courier/Tabitha being bros

M!Courier/AnyMale - "How did you find *time* for all those guys?"

Re: M!Courier/AnyMale - "How did you find *time* for all those guys?"

Re: M!Courier/? - Remain Nameless [1c/?]

Re: M!Courier/? - Remain Nameless [1c/?]

F!Courier/F!LW imitates Marilyn Monroe

Boone/Fisto + Vulpes/Fisto

Vulpes/Arcade: Cave quid dicis, quando, et cui 1/2

Cave quid dicis, quando, et cui 2/2

Re: Boone/Fisto + Vulpes/Fisto

M!Courier/Arcade - Recovery

Re: Pacer/Sergio -- Wild For You [4/5]

Re: Boone!Gods and Monsters Crossover

Re: M!Courier/AnyMale - "How did you find *time* for all those guys?"

Re: M!Courier/Arcade - Recovery

Re: M!Courier/Arcade - Recovery

Re: M!Courier/AnyMale - "How did you find *time* for all those guys?"

Re: M!Courier/? - Remain Nameless [1c/?]

Re: Cave quid dicis, quando, et cui 2/2

Re: M!Courier/AnyMale - "How did you find *time* for all those guys?"

Re: Ensemble - New Vegas High [5/?]

M!Courier/Arcade, Courier is germaphobic (but there is still sex)

M!Courier/AnyMale - "How did you find time for all those guys?"

Re: M!Courier/AnyMale - "How did you find time for all those guys?"

Re: M!Courier/AnyMale - "How did you find time for all those guys?"

Re: M!Courier/AnyMale - "How did you find time for all those guys?"

Re: M!Courier/AnyMale - "How did you find time for all those guys?"