falloutkinkmeme_backup (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
falloutkinkmeme_backup) wrote2018-10-20 09:59 pm
falloutkinkmeme_backup) wrote2018-10-20 09:59 pm
Entry tags:
Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.
Welcome to the Fallout Kink Meme, Part IV! Please assume the position.
- Fallout Kink Meme posting guidelines
- Read something? Love something? No matter how old the story is, please let our amazing authors and artists know that you enjoyed their work with a nice comment, and share the love by recommending your favorite fills!
Friends will be Friends 5e/8
(Anonymous) 2012-04-13 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)Flak lit up a smoke and shrugged. “Don’t know, buddy. We’ve sometimes sent out scouts as far away as Rivet City.”
“Rivet City? Never heard of that place.”
“Never been there, either. It’s supposed to be a big place. Close to a hundred people live there.”
They stood on a small hill and looked back at the chain of hills behind which the farm nestled, hidden from view now after roughly three hours’ walking. Elliot’s clothes, a red, ribbed shirt and a pair of leather pants and a vest, both black, fit Shrapnel well enough which was fine, and his boots fit perfectly, which was a blessing.
Shrapnel patted his own pockets, but those were all empty. Flak offered him a smoke and with a muttered thanks, Shrapnel took it and leaned over the lighter. Puffing his cheeks, he then stared back at the farm again. “You know what I think?”
“What?”
“I think Rosie didn’t swallow our story. I think she... I don’t know. I think she looked right through me. I think she realised that the supposed bullshit I dished out actually was the truth.”
“You sure?” Flak tapped off his ash. “Then why didn’t she have her two men kill us?”
“Fuck if I know.” Shrapnel took a drag and shrugged, shaking his head. “Fuck if I know, buddy. Maybe I’m just imagining things. Going cold must’ve fucking warped my mind to shit.”
Flak didn’t reply, and after a while, he shouldered his bag again and jerked his head.
“Megaton’s that way. Maybe we can find work as caravan guards or something.”
Shrapnel nodded and was about to follow him when he turned around again.
“What is it?”
“Evergreen Mills lies that way”, Shrapnel replied slowly. “There’s a good chance I’ll find that bitch Chippy there at one point.”
“Right. The minx what sold you.”
Shrapnel slowly shouldered his shotgun and brought his smoke to his lips again. He wanted her dead, his rage still burned deeply inside him, but he would have to go there alone. Flak had risked his neck for him and lost everything, and he couldn’t stomach asking him for help again.
“I’m heading west, buddy.”
“Alone?”, Flak asked after a moment’s silence.
“You’ve risked and lost enough, buddy. The bitch’s mine, it’s my revenge. I’ll kill her or die trying.”
Flak replied with a non-committing grunt and for a while, both men stood there and smoked in silence.
“Well then”, Flak finally said. “If you’d rather go alone, then you’d best get going.”
Shrapnel turned around, but Flak’s face was unreadable. “Thanks.” He held out his hand, and Flak took it. “Thanks for saving my sorry arse, buddy.”
“Don’t let it get caught again.”
“I’ve learned my lesson.”
“Right.”
They stared at each other for a moment, then Flak shrugged, shrugged his pack into place and turned around. Shrapnel remained, resisted the urge to call him back because he really owed him enough already and watched as Flak’s broad back vanish down the rise. Then he turned around as well and headed west, for Evergreen Mills, ignoring the feeling that he was taking the wrong way and ignoring the memories of a starlit night and a large, warm and calloused hand toying with his hair.
x-x-x-x-x-x
Re: Friends will be Friends 5e/8
(Anonymous) 2012-04-13 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)Everything is believable and even the OCs were well introduced.
My heart nearly broke when they parted at the end and I CANNOT wait to read the rest!
thank you!