I found I had a bunch of little ideas that weren't going to fit anywhere in my main stories on FF.net, so I figured I'll put a bunch of small-fries here :3.
This one as to do with the Courier getting a pep talk before she heads out to the Mojave.
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“Tony!” came a call from the living room, “Layla’s here!”
The ranger looked up from the gun parts scattered all over the kitchen table and shook his head. Layla always had bad timing. She was just going to have to deal with an informal greeting.
“Send her in,” he called to his wife Deb, then went back to cleaning his revolver. A moment later he recognized the clomping gait of his little sister just before she walked into the room.
“Did I interrupt you?” the girl asked, giving him a wry smile.
“As usual,” Tony said, then kicked a chair back from the table. “Take a load off.” He looked at her ratty leather armor. “That isn’t what you’ve been running around in, is it?”
Layla sat down with a loud groan. “Please, let’s not start this again.”
“If you don’t start protecting yourself better, you’re going to end up dead,” Tony started, setting down his gun. She’d started examining a crack in the table with apparent interest. “If you stopped buying so many magazines, you could afford some decent armor.”
“How am I supposed to pass up a magazine I haven’t read before?” Layla pouted. “Besides, you know me: I don’t get in trouble.”
Tony snorted loudly at that before he continued. “There are a lot more important things out there besides pre-war useless information.”
“I didn’t hear you complain when I found you that magic trick book.”
“You still need to take your safety more seriously.”
“I will, I will,” she said dismissively, then smiled toothily at him. “What’s for dinner?”
“Well, Deb was going to make cabbage…” He noticed his sister’s delayed attempt to hide a sneer at that. “But I think we have the stuff to make burritos.”
“Really?” Now the girl was all smiles.
“Yes really, but you’re going to have to watch the kids.”
“Deal,” Layla said as she stood. “Where are you two?” she cried and took off back into the living room.
Before You Go 1/3
Kink: None
Parings: None
I found I had a bunch of little ideas that weren't going to fit anywhere in my main stories on FF.net, so I figured I'll put a bunch of small-fries here :3.
This one as to do with the Courier getting a pep talk before she heads out to the Mojave.
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“Tony!” came a call from the living room, “Layla’s here!”
The ranger looked up from the gun parts scattered all over the kitchen table and shook his head. Layla always had bad timing. She was just going to have to deal with an informal greeting.
“Send her in,” he called to his wife Deb, then went back to cleaning his revolver. A moment later he recognized the clomping gait of his little sister just before she walked into the room.
“Did I interrupt you?” the girl asked, giving him a wry smile.
“As usual,” Tony said, then kicked a chair back from the table. “Take a load off.” He looked at her ratty leather armor. “That isn’t what you’ve been running around in, is it?”
Layla sat down with a loud groan. “Please, let’s not start this again.”
“If you don’t start protecting yourself better, you’re going to end up dead,” Tony started, setting down his gun. She’d started examining a crack in the table with apparent interest. “If you stopped buying so many magazines, you could afford some decent armor.”
“How am I supposed to pass up a magazine I haven’t read before?” Layla pouted. “Besides, you know me: I don’t get in trouble.”
Tony snorted loudly at that before he continued. “There are a lot more important things out there besides pre-war useless information.”
“I didn’t hear you complain when I found you that magic trick book.”
“You still need to take your safety more seriously.”
“I will, I will,” she said dismissively, then smiled toothily at him. “What’s for dinner?”
“Well, Deb was going to make cabbage…” He noticed his sister’s delayed attempt to hide a sneer at that. “But I think we have the stuff to make burritos.”
“Really?” Now the girl was all smiles.
“Yes really, but you’re going to have to watch the kids.”
“Deal,” Layla said as she stood. “Where are you two?” she cried and took off back into the living room.