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!
Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (21c/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-03-18 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)Birdy is sitting on the couch inside, her baby cradled in her arms. She doesn’t look up as Lucinda swings the door open, leans in the doorway.
“Are you alright?” Lucinda asks.
“It’s--it’s nothing,” Birdy replies.
“You didn’t think it would happen, did you?” Lucinda asks. “You thought maybe this was some great adventure, and maybe we’d walk away from the Legion and be free.” Lucinda steps into the shack for real, settles onto the coffee table in front of Birdy. “May I hold her?” Lucinda asks, nods to the baby. Birdy passes her over, settles back onto the sofa, tucks her legs up underneath herself. “Photo’s having a hard time believing it. You’re both too young to get it, still, I think.”
“I’m not too young,” Birdy replies. “I’m Legion, same as you. There’s no age limit on that.”
“If you were in my place, would you do it?” Lucinda asks.
Birdy stays quiet.
“That’s what I thought. Too young still.” Lucinda nods once, shakes her head once, fiddles with the edge of the baby’s blanket. She studies the baby face, then shakes her head, and passes the baby back to Birdy.
Drummer pops her head in the door, tosses Lucinda the can of paint when she looks up.
“Here’s your paint back, Boss.”
“Thank you. Drummer, I’ve got a question.” She runs her hands down her thighs, pats her knees, presses her palms together as she squares her shoulders.
“Well, shoot.” Drummer straightens up, shoves her hands into her pockets.
“If you were in my place, would you do this? The same things I’m doing?”
“Probably would, yeah,” Drummer agrees. “Maybe not the same way, but I see surviving. Like to keep surviving.”
Lucinda nods.
“That’s all, you’re free to go.”
Drummer nods, ducks out of the doorway. “I’m going to go set up flares on the road, get the following party to move in. You’re welcome to come along.”
“Do any of them know I did it?” Birdy asks. Keeps her head down, her voice low, glances at the screen door just before it bangs shut in the breeze.
“They will soon enough,” Lucinda replies, doesn’t jump or look at the door. She digs out her pack of cigarettes and her matchbox. “You’re going to have to learn to live with it, Birdy. That’s all you can do.”
“If you say so,” Birdy sighs. She rubs her forehead with one hand, balances her baby on her other arm, unfolds her legs to set her feet back on the floor. “Can you smoke outside, I’m getting a headache.”
“Sure.” Lucinda stands. “If you want to set flares with me, I’ll be up on the hill. Twist and Drummer will be around too, if you’d rather not.”
“I think I'll stay here.” Birdy looks down at her baby, studies her face as she nestles into her swaddling a little more.
Lucinda nods, closes the door softly behind herself.
Digs the flares out of the pouch at her hip, as she ascends the hill outside of town. Squats, places them, digs out her matchbox again. Waits a moment, lets the burn creep through her thighs for a moment, lets a little more ash dislodge from her cigarette, lets the crickets rattle away for a little longer.
She lights the first one, watches it fly up, shriek, hang burning in the air. Doesn’t watch the second, or the third. Leaves the shells there, stubs out her cigarette, leaves three discarded matches.
Takes time on her way back to watch the horizon, tries to capture a snapshot of what the sky looks like here. Tries to place the stars she knows. Takes time to smoke two more cigarettes, one after the other, undisturbed.
The part of the contubernium that came along is gathered on the road, when she returns. Photo clings to Birdy, who sticks close to Twist. Drummer took over Photos position in front of the saloon door, opposite Tooth. She’s holding the pistol too; Photo stands with her hands in front of herself, balling her dress up in front of her. Good thing she’s wearing leggings.
“If you want, you can take some things from the houses. Nothing too big, for your own sakes, because you’re going to have to carry it, but if you want it and you’ll haul it, take it.”
“Boss, that’s--” Photo starts. Birdy punches her in the shoulder, and Photo scowls at her.