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Oh my god I just had a horrid year like plenty of suicide attempts and oh boy I just could not get this done. I'm better now I'm stable and in a good place. So without any further ado I give to you a Sketch.
Summery an artistic F!lonewanderers goes stir-crazy after she breaks her leg saving Charon’s life and convinces him to pose for her naked. She finds him more attracted than she thought she would be and ends up drawing him in another picture with a certain smoothskin on top of him, Charon finds it sex ensues. I suck at tags.. Tags: het, F!Lonewanderer, Charon, kink: ghoul.

The first time Charon saw the Robin, he would have bet a hundred caps she would not make it more than a month. She had a light brown skin color almost untouched by the harsh Wastes, long black wavy hair that kept out of her face with a faded violet bandana folded to keep her hair from her face, glasses, and a vaultsuit, armed only with rusted Chinese pistol. ‘Dumb bitch might as well just paint a target on her forehead and jump into a raider camp screaming I’m a vault dweller.’ She walked to him and smiled sweetly. “Hello, my name is Robin Hierra. What’s your name?” “Talk to Ahzrukhal” Charon said plainly. “But I just want t-” Charon cut her off. “Talk to Ahzrukhal.” He said with more annoyance in his tone of voice. Ahzrukhal called her over and began talking to her in a hushed tone. Charon guessed she was asking for caps in exchange for sex like so many other smoothskin whores had before her and. Charon stopped his scrutinization of Robin turning inward to seethe in his own personal hell.

Five weeks later the radio was back running and Three Dog kept on talking about a “Lone Wanderer who was looking for a her Dad and had repaired his radio tower.” Later that week Robin entered the bar again. ‘She looks slightly better equipped to handle the wastes.’ Charon thought after he glanced at her as she entered. She still wore vaultsuit, the violet bandana, glasses, but she had changed. Robin’s hair put up into a messy bun kept into place with two pencils and a pen. The front of her vaultsuit was undone revealing leather top to raider’s outfit that covered her only to her waist. The rusted Chinese pistol had been replaced, with a Silenced 10mm pistol. A sheathed combat knife she tied to her left arm, a pencil tucked behind her ear, she looked more experienced than she had the first time she stumbled into the bar no longer the green vaultie she he’d expected to last maybe another three days.

Five weeks later the radio was back running and Three Dog kept on talking about a “Lone Wanderer who was looking for a her Dad and had repaired his radio tower.” Later that week Robin entered the bar again. ‘She looks slightly better equipped to handle the wastes.’ Charon thought after he glanced at her as she entered. She still wore vaultsuit, the violet bandana, glasses, but she had changed. Robin’s hair put up into a messy bun kept into place with two pencils and a pen. The front of her vaultsuit was undone revealing leather top to raider’s outfit that covered her only to her waist. The rusted Chinese pistol had been replaced, with a Silenced 10mm pistol. A sheathed combat knife she tied to her left arm, a pencil tucked behind her ear, she looked more experienced than she had the first time she stumbled into the bar no longer the green vaultie she he’d expected to last maybe another three days.

She sat down at the bar her back turned to Charon and said. “Ahzrukhal, how much will three boxes of mentats and a bottle of scotch?” Ahzrukhal responded “That will be ninety five caps.” Robin pushed up her glasses and she replied. “I’ll give you fifty five caps.” Ahzrukhal scowled thinking to himself. ‘Little smoothskin might have a nice rack but she’s insane if she thinks I’m going to be persuaded by a set of tits to accept that deal.’ He replied. “I’ll give them to you for seventy caps, that’s my final offer.” Robin sighed and nodded then paid Ahzrukhal placed the boxes of mentats and the bottle of scotch on the counter next to her, licked his lips then smiled, as he thought. ‘Maybe she’ll be shit faced enough for me to fuck her that’ll make up for losing the rest of those caps.’ Robin tried to not shudder at sudden disquieted sensation caused by Ahzrukhals almost lecherous smile.

Robin opened one of the boxes of took out a mentat and placed it in her mouth, she held there as the mentat dissolved and left her lips tinted red, the taste of the slightly bitter cherry flavored metat’s taste lingered in her mouth. Robin picked up the bottle of rum unscrewed the bottle and took a swig. She grimaced as warm irradiated rum mixed with the taste of the mentat’s imitation cherry flavor in her mouth. Robin took a tattered tan book out; she started to draw with the pencil that was tucked behind her ear. The mentats allowed her to focus on her attempt to draw the latest thing that had haunted her memory, a supermutant that was had a very full gore bag. Robin thought to herself. ‘No the arms are too small; they have longer arms than that, maybe if I foreshorten the legs. Crap, now it looks like a supermidget! Damn all!’ She turned the pencil around erasing rapidly shaking her shoulder and very slightly breasts. Ahzrukhal knocked on the table twice and pointed left with his thumb looking at Charon a silent way of telling him to kick someone out. Ahzrukhals eyes returned to Robin’s chest, as Charon moved to the left and saw who he was supposed to kick out instantly, he was a new ghoul one that had just began to transform still had half of his nose, his pants undone and his hand stroked his dick as he leered at Robin. ‘Fucking disgusting, pigs should be put down.’ Charon thought to himself, then he Charon growled in disgust. He grabbed masturbating ghoul by the back of the neck Charon slammed his head on the table the ghoul was seated at with enough force to smash in the remainder of his nose. Robin looked up from her drawing as she watched Charon Robin though to herself, unaware that the ghoul Charon man handled had been jacking off. ‘God he must be unhappy here maybe I can buy his freedom and he won’t just bash random people’s heads in, hopefully.’

CHARACTER LIMMITS DAMN YOU!

“So, how much for his contract Ahzrukhal?” Robin asked as Charon literally threw the ghoul out of the bar. Ahzrukhal said “I couldn’t part with Charon he’s like family he said then paused. Two thousand caps however and I will be willing to part with his contract.” Robin shook her head and said. “Oh please, no one is going to pay that much, not even if you give them a life time supply of jet. I’ll tell you what trade you five inhalers of Ultrajet and one thousand two hundred caps.” Ahzrukhal quickly agreed knowing that he could easily get an easy five times what she would thought he could get for the per unit of Ultrajet. Ahzrukhal handed her the contract. “I let you have the pleasure of informing him.”

Robin stood up and turned around then walked Charon. “Hey, so I-” “Talk to Ahzrukhal” Charon interrupted her as he thought to himself. ‘How thick is this dumb bitch?’ Robin tucked a strand of her bangs behind her ear and said. “But I bought you contract see an-” Charon looked at his contract, for a second a smallest bit of surprise flickered in his face before it disappeared so fast that had she not taken a mentats she would have missed it. “You bought my contract from Ahzrukhal? So I am no longer in his service. That good to know. Please wait here. I must take care of something.”

Robin nodded her head. Charon walked over as said to him “Ahzrukhal I am told that I am no longer in your service.” “That’s right Charon has you come to say goodbye? Ahzrukhal asked in a mildly amused voice. Charon replied with concise single word anger in his voice. “Yes” Charon then shot Ahzrukhals head, pieces of the skull and brain matter scattered all over the bar including onto Robins open sketch book. Robin ran over to the bar and shouted. “What the in the name of flying fuck just happened?!” Charon turned to his new employer as said “Ahzrukhal was an evil bastard. So as long he held my contact I was honor bound to do as he commanded. But know you are my employer, which freed me to rid the world of that disgusting rat. And now, for good or ill I serve you.” Robin pushed up her glasses, the mentats still in her system allowed her mind quickly adapt to sudden murder. “I just wanted you to be free you from Ahzrukhal so you would be happy and free, here take you contract.” She attempted to hand Charon his contract. Charon replied curtly. “That is not how it works smoothskin, I cannot take my contract If you did not want my services you should not have bought my contract.” Robin placed her hand over her mouth and took a deep breath. ‘Okay, I am okay. I just bought a murderous ghoul who’s owned by a piece of paper. The question is can I give him to someone he will be happy with? Will he shoot me if I give them the contract because he thinks I’m racist towards ghouls? Assuming I can give his contract up without him shooting me, who would be comfortable to take his contract from me and still be a good person and not misuse him?’ Charon broke her chain of thought and said. “Are you going to just stand there?” Robin snapped back “Shut up I’m thinking!” She instantly regretted it and wanted to take it back. “I’m sorry I mean, I am not used to people’s heads being blown off. How we are going to explain this to the others, all the people running and screaming outside are… Oh my god my drawing!”

They’d been traveling for a while now Charon figured out that Robin drew as a coping mechanism and as a hobby out in the wastes he couldn’t complain though at least she wasn’t shitfaced or on jet. But she did have an unhealthy issue of using mentats.

They were traveling though the metro tunnels when the Talon Merc’s ambushed them. Charon and Robin started firing at them; one threw a grenade towards Charon who didn’t see it because he was busy shooting down his fourth Talon Merc. Charon had had many employers in the past not a single one of them were willing to risk their life for him, but Robin just tackled down and took the brunt of the explosion without a second though. Charon pushed Robin off of him after the blast and shot the other two Talon Merc’s one between the eyes the other right dead center in throat tearing out though the voice box and he made a hideous gurgling noise as he died. He looked back at Robin who he realized was still laying on the floor with blood gushing from her leg and head.

“Smoothskin! Come on kid, stay with me. ” He said jabbing stimpack after stimpack into her, the bleeding slowed but didn’t stop. ‘Have to make a tourniquet.’ He put the tourniquet on the femoral artery, picked her up at ran back to Megaton as fast as he possibility can. ‘I’ve never had an employer risk their life for me, and I’ll be dammed if I let them die.’ He thought as he ran.

Doc Church was less than happy to have Charon literally kick down his door at three a.m. , but when he saw Robin, his tired glare changed to surprise he remarked. “Shit kid when I said you’d better be seriously injured to bother me, but I didn’t fucking bad off.”

The surgery took hours, when it was all said and done Doc Church told Charon. “She had shrapnel imbedded deep in her leg severed quite a few muscles an’ tendons. Kid broke femur in two places and her fibula and tibia are pretty much shattered, lost half her blood; she’s also got hairline fractures in her pelvis too and top that off with the concussion. What the fuck she do tap-dance on a land mine?”Charon opened his mouth to speak but Doc cut him off. “I don’t even care she’s stable now and I’m going to bed. Don’t wake me up in less she starts bleeding again.”
She woke up and was rather confused and in pain, “My everything hurts, am I dead?” She asked groggily. Charon laughed and smiled. ‘She's okay.’ “You’re not dead smoothskin. Doc say’s you’ll have a hell of a recovery time though.” Called not bothering getting out of bed good your both awake now I’ve wrote you a list of how to take care of yourself. Now if you be so kind to go home so I can get some damn sleep.”

Two stimpaks shot into the places marked point A and B, a stimpack in the calf as well and you’ll need to use the long needle attachments I gave your ghoul. No I don’t care if you find them scary, Shouldn’t have done something stupid enough to got you leg damn near blown off the first place. Med-X every two to three hours as needed for the first two months your leg should take three months to heal. Yes I wrote three month, even with stimpaks Femurs take a long time to heal and even after that you have three more weeks before you can go off trying to kill yourself again. All the damn work I did! You'll take care of yourself if you know what’s good for you. –Doc

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