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

The smoothskin had change Underworld. Her scrap metal fixed the air conditioning so it was so no longer sweltering. She passed word about Carol and Snowflake which brought new business and caps and she had freed him.
Charon stared at the ninth circle door. That place was a reminder of horror and depression, over a century in the same place doing an evil bastards bidding. Now it belonged to Greta who handled the food and drink of Carols business. His attention turned to someone giggling. His smoothskin was helping Patchwork up from the floor.
"Get up!" she giggled placing her arm around his waist. Patchwork hiccuped and dragged the smoothskin back down to the floor with him. She let out an oof as she was temporarily winded then proceed to fill the halls with her loud laughing.
Charon scowled. She was touching him. Did that mean she didn't have a problem with ghouls. He strode over and promptly picked both up in one arm each glaring at Patchwork.
"I didn't do nothing !" Patchwork shouted defensively as he took a few steps back.
The smoothskin just beamed up towards Charon and he realised that he still had his arm around her. He grumbled and quickly removed it. The first time he'd really held her and it was due to a drunk. A flash of anger went through him and he excused himself and left for the other part of the museum.
He kicked a burnt out book on arrival and was amused as it hit a feral in the chest. The feral gave him a growl which Charon returned louder and more intense. The feral backed up and went to go behind a book case. He still shot it anyway.
He'd been with this smoothskin for a while now and he had to admit she was his favourite employer. She showed his kindness and patience. She put up with his anger and silence. She was the calm to his agression and the wit to his shot gun diplomacy and he liked her. He honest to god liked her and it frustrated him. Charon had spent too long suppressing his emotions and not having to deal with people and the baggage that comes along with them.
He didn't know how to talk to people. He didn't know how to show people that he cared, especially her. The most he could do would be to romantically take out someone for her and god knows how you do that. He sat up on a fallen bookcase and tossed his knife around. Frustared at his situation. A large and ruined ghoul hung up on a small and beautiful smoothskin, like that could happen.
"Charon?" a small voice said.
Her voice brought the attention of ferals who ran towards her. Charon immeadiatley withdrew his shotgun and took out every one that was stupid enough to go close to her. When it was all clear he made his way to her.
She was crouched with her arms over her head.
Yet again he helped her up.
"Be cautious" he paused "please."
It was the best he could manage, honestly.

This is amazing!

This. oh wow.

I love how you're writing Charon and his interaction with the ferals was amazing. OH GOODNESS.

You, anon. I love you.

Looooovin this fill~

"I'm sorry" she said quietly and looked towards the floor.
"There will be alot more, let's go"
Her eyes then lit up and shot up to his face.
"Will you show me how to shot them ?!" she asked excitedly.
Charon thought about it, it was a reasonable enough request. Especially from someone who hadn't been brought up in the wasteland. He nodded at her and she gave him one of her signature wide smiles, which created a pit in Charons stomach, he was yet to understand why she would look at someone as ruined as him like that. Maybe she was too nice, this was one employer who's back he had to watch.
He placed a finger on his lips and tilted his head towards the stairs. Her mouth formed an o understanding his request then she nodded to follow him.
Both crept quietly up the stairs until they reached a room filled with a cage and posters. Charon raised his hand and dropped it requiring that she crouch down. When she did he crouched down behind her and put his gun into her hands while placing his hands over hers.
He enjoyed the contact. She was soft and her minut hands fit well into the curve of his palms.
"I don't know what to do" she whispered.
Charon gave her a scowled look, which meant wait, the smoothskin almost laughed at understanding it. She was often given it outside of doors and buildings.
A feral ghoul then limped into view. Charon lightly pushed against her hands bringing the gun straight with her face.
"When it comes into view. Shoot." he said against her ear.
She giggled lightly at the sensation of someone against her neck. He lightly tapped her fingers as the feral came into view.
She panicked and was pretty sure that Charon could hear her heart hammer.
"Relax" he muttered. Apparently he could hear it.
She shot and took out the ghoul at it's leg. It slumped to the ground with a growl. The backlash from the shotgun was phonemonal. She assumed she would have been winded if Charon hadn't been holding it away from her chest, how strong did someone have to be to shoot his themself. A few more ferals began running from the other side and Charon pivoted her body around to the right feral.
"Shoot!" he swung her around to the left. "Shoot !"
They did this four more times until silence filled the halls.
The smoothskin let out an excited breathe and looked at Charon.
"Can I get a gun ?!?"
Charon snorted "yes smoothskin. I'd suggest an assault rifle or sub machine something that fires fast."
She laughed loudly "So I can atleast get one bullet in the right place."
He smirked down at her and both got to their feet.
"You'll be firing in no time."
Teaching a smoothskin how to fire a gun was about as close to a date as Charon got.

Oh god. That last line.

You've got me, anon. You've wrapped me up in this. I'm loving it!

op: If that's as close as Charon gets to a date then i'd like to take a number. :)

Charon hadn't realised how much the smoothskin had meant to him till she went into that god damn simulator. She lay there, unblinking, stress levels at extreme and it honestly panicked him. He smacked on the glass, he tried to hack the terminal and eventually just sat at the base until she was done. He wasn't letting her do anything more else like this.
Hours later when the pod began to hiss. His heart began to thump as she heard her first gasp.
"Charon?"
He went to her side expecting her to need something. Instead she grabbed him clutching on to his shoulders and sobbing. "I had to kill them all, he was torturing them."
Charon wasn't an expert on hugging but he felt he should do something more than just stand there. So he lifted her out of the pod and let her clutch at him, he wrapped his arms around her waist and put his head against hers.
"It was all you could do."
Her eyelashes had water drips between them which fell to her cheeks. Charon yet again thinking it was the right thing to do placed his finger on them and took them away.
"Janet ?" a male spoke. Both turned to the new voice and realised the intimacy of their position.
He was the father. He finally got to do the right thing and not be awkward about and he shows up. At that point Charon didn't care how long they had been looking for him, he could come back later.
He dropped her to her feet and she ran to her father.
Charon smirked as he saw how happy she was.

If Charon thought he had been in awkward positions before he had never anticipated this one.
He was helping Janet and her fathers team at the memorial with her father James approached him.
"How long have you and Janet travelled for ?"
"10 months."
"You taught her how to fight ?"
James had seen his daughter take out raiders on the way here and would have been impressed if he hadn't been panicking the whole time.
Charon nodded. Honestly without him she would probably be dead by now, a thought Charon didn't like.
"Are you two involved ?"
"We fight together"
"Oh. I meant romantically."
Charon was not discussing this with her father. So he switched to the only thing he really knew.
"Talk to Janet."
Luckily at that point she appeared and when she was asked the question answered as awkwardly as Charon had.
"Oh my god Dad. You can't just go about asking people that !!"
Charon became amused when he felt her small hands on his back and she practically pushed them both out of the conversation.
When they were both crouched in the small tunnels, well Charon crouched she was slightly bent over. Charon didn't mind, she apologised.
"I'm sorry he asked you that. I know you're not much of a people person so god know how awkward that would have been."
Charon scoffed. "Im not exactly you, I don't have something to say to everyone."
Her laugh echoed along the pipes. " I'm just talented at talking."
Charon paused.
"I'm a you person."
Janet gasped and then smiled. " That's one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me."
Charon did a bold thing and placed his hand on her cheek. To his surprise she continued to smile and place his hand on top of hers.
"I'm a you person too."
He pecked his lips against hers. Just lightly but lingered.
When he pulled back she stared at him intensely until she was distracted by a humming noise.
Vertibirds.

Apparently I reached the word limit. Oh dear :-|
She wasnt meant to have a name. It was just going to be smoothskin as it's from Charons view but it got a big awkward referring to she all the time and ironically the captcha for that chapter was Janet, so that worked.

If you asked Charon a year ago if he had a heart he would have said no, but that day he was pretty sure it broke. There was nothing like seeing the person you love break down and you can't do anything about it. There was nothing like knowing you had let them down.
"That contact is to protect me, he is part of me, do something!"
"I can't."
The sheer look of disappointment that followed and the hollow stare she gave him afterwards when they fought Enclave really did break his heart.

He was pretty sure he was fired. He panicked in his head the entire way and in the citadel. He watched her intensely. She hadn't cried yet. She simply nodded at everyone that spoke. She nodded at the scribe who told her about the terminal then left to read the information it had. When she sat down she stopped attempted to read until loud gasp from her and tears began to fall. She hitched and grabbed at her chest.
"Get out." Charon growled to the scribes in the room. All left without a word.
She reached for Charon and he scooped her off the chair and sat on the floor with her. Him against the wall, her against his chest.
She banged her fists against him in sheet frustration and continued to sob.
A scribe approached her asking if she was okay and Charon replied on his behalf by simply cocking his gun. If there was one thing he was good at it was keeping people away.

Following this so hard and the adorableness is killing me.

Ditto this. I'm not usually a big Charon fan, but a!a has pulled me in hardcore. <3

so sweet!!!!

A!A is currently doing a 13 hour night shift. Your comments have cheered me up :-D I'll get the next chapter done on the bus home tomorrow :-)

It was 3 months after her father died and we still hadn't left for the vault. There was a wedding on at Rivet City though and Charon was happy to see her get excited for something and appear happy. The ship was decorated in colourful pre war decorations and it was hard not to enjoy the atmosphere.
Everyone had changed out of their armour and were now in formal clothes. Butch the latest addition, Charon still liked the dog better, had business wear but had removed the jacket and placed on a t shirt under the suspenders instead of a shirt. Apparently a life in a zip up vaultsuit comes with a hatred of buttons.
Charon had simply taken off his jacket and put on a new top. This was about as formal as he got. Janet was wearing a yellow sun dress and looked radiant.
As he sat at the bar, dancing is not something he does, he watched. She was laughing and dancing well due to vault lessons. Butch span her and then he was comically interrupted by the kid they saved from Grayditch. The height difference was amusing and he smirked at the fact that's how people probably saw them.
It had been 3 months since they kissed but due to the death he didn't push anything further. He continued to stand by her side and protect her but she still demanded that he hold her at night. A thing both of them probably couldnt stop doing now. To wake up and to not be able to not only hear her breathing, but feel it, would be wrong now.
Janet was standing by a pillar now. She had her whiskey in hand and was waving to people that acknowledged her but she was staring at something. He followed her eyes to the bride, Anna.... Angela ? Charon didn't give a shit, and her father dancing. Oh fuck. Charon stood up to distract her and take her away from it but the Android bet him to it.
He glared towards him and sat back down to his drink. An hour past and he still had not see her come back.
"Butch!"
Charon held up his hand to his chest signifying her height but Butch shrugged. He hadn't seen her either.......
He searched for the android and panicked when he was alone.
"Where is she?!" Charon growled.
"I thought she was with you." Harkness' eyes widened." I'll send out a message to find her."
Fuck. Fuck. Anyone could have got her. God knows there was enough people with a bounty on them.
He went back to the room, he searched the hotel and then he went to the Flight Deck. She was watching the memorial and the newly put up force fields. He heard a sob echo, he was going to comfort her but then she took a few steps back and started running.
NO !

She raced towards the edge but Charon was faster.
He tackled her moments before she could leap off.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING ?"
"GET OFF OF ME".
Charon grabbed her wrists and held her to the ground. She tried to fight him off. Tears poured down her face and she smelt of booze.
She was grieving and drunk, not a combination that should go together.
"Look at me." Charon commanded. She wouldn't so he repeated it slower. "Look. At. Me." She eventually did with a huff. "What were you doing?"
"Jumping."
"Why?"
"It hurts so much."
Charon paused and looked at the smoothskin, really looked at her. She was hurting and no 'it will get betters' 'this isn't the way to do it' would make it better. So he took a different route. A selfish route but it had to be done.
"What about me ?"
"What ?"
Her eyes widened.
"If you jumped. You would have died. What about me ?"
She paused. "I - uh."
"You didn't think of that."
"No." More tears began to fall. "I'm sorry."
"You took me from a living hell and showed me happiness. You were just going to jump and let yourself die at your own hands. How would I have felt. Not just as your body guard as your friend. That I couldn't protect you from yourself."
She didnt answer she just continued to look at him with watery eyes.
"I would have followed after you."
"NO ! but you would ..."
"Die ?"
"You can't die !"
"But you can ?"
Both stared towards each other in a stale mate. He let go of her wrists and held her face in his hands. She held onto his shoulders.
"I don't know what i'd do without you" Charon spoke quietly. "I lo-"
"Don't you dare say it!" fresh tears leaked from her eyes.
Stunned Charon paused. "Why ?"
She gasped and Charon wiped the tears from her face. " Everyone I love dies."
In a further stale mate he choose to kiss her. Deep and intimate.
"You know I do though" He spoke into her mouth.
Janet leaned back. "Me too." She brought his face to hers and he rolled them over on the ground so he lay on top of her.
Harkness continued his search and opened the flight deck door.
...
...
"I'll come back." He simply spoke.

Ohhhh; I love this!
Inappropriate time for Harkness.

She raced towards the edge but Charon was faster.
He tackled her moments before she could leap off.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING ?"
"GET OFF OF ME".
Charon grabbed her wrists and held her to the ground. She tried to fight him off. Tears poured down her face and she smelt of booze.
She was grieving and drunk, not a combination that should go together.
"Look at me." Charon commanded. She wouldn't so he repeated it slower. "Look. At. Me." She eventually did with a huff. "What were you doing?"
"Jumping."
"Why?"
"It hurts so much."
Charon paused and looked at the smoothskin, really looked at her. She was hurting and no 'it will get betters' 'this isn't the way to do it' would make it better. So he took a different route. A selfish route but it had to be done.
"What about me ?"
"What ?"
Her eyes widened.
"If you jumped. You would have died. What about me ?"
She paused. "I - uh."
"You didn't think of that."
"No." More tears began to fall. "I'm sorry."
"You took me from a living hell and showed me happiness. You were just going to jump and let yourself die at your own hands. How would I have felt. Not just as your body guard as your friend. That I couldn't protect you from yourself."
She didnt answer she just continued to look at him with watery eyes.
"I would have followed after you."
"NO ! but you would ..."
"Die ?"
"You can't die !"
"But you can ?"
Both stared towards each other in a stale mate. He let go of her wrists and held her face in his hands. She held onto his shoulders.
"I don't know what i'd do without you" Charon spoke quietly. "I lo-"
"Don't you dare say it!" fresh tears leaked from her eyes.
Stunned Charon paused. "Why ?"
She gasped and Charon wiped the tears from her face. " Everyone I love dies."
In a further stale mate he choose to kiss her. Deep and intimate.
"You know I do though" He spoke into her mouth.
Janet leaned back. "Me too." She brought his face to hers and he rolled them over on the ground so he lay on top of her.
Harkness continued his search and opened the flight deck door.
...
...
"I'll come back." He simply spoke.

A!A: god dammit I spent over an hour waiting for part b to reappear and as soon as I think .... Maybe I didn't post it and repost it, it appears hahah sorry guys !

Little lamplight was Charons nightmare.
"Why are you so tall ?"
"Because."
"Because why ?"
....
"Whats that gun called?"
"Shotgun"
"I don't like it."
....
"Why is your skin peeled ?"
"BECAUSE I EAT PEOPLE!"
That one went off crying not that Charon cared. He stood with his arms crossed the entire time waiting for Janet to finish. The entrance of the vault was somewhere in the cave they just had to find it.
"Excuse me ?"
He look down. Way down. This one was no bigger than his forearm. She looked extremely fragile and her eyes were watery.
"Yes."
"Uhm..... Can you fix my gun ?"
She held out quite an impressive looking scoped magnum. He sighed and picked it up. She had jammed it from lack of cleaning.
He pulled a rag from his bag and kneeled down infront of her.
"You wipe this in here and then shoot it."
She nodded and did as he said. "You're holding it wrong." He placed her absolutely tiny hands properly around it. "Now go."
She shot. Charon grabbed her as she went flying from the backlash. She giggled and scrambled up.
"What's your name?"
"Bumble."
"Keep practising Bumble."
"I will !" she scampered off and ran deeper into the cave. Charon sighed contently as arms wrapped around his waist and someone began kissing at his neck and jaw.
"That was extremely attractive" Janet laughed.
He was still kneeled on the ground so he wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted standing, carrying her on his back.
She squealed loudly and clung on.
"Where to now?"
"Murder pass." she replied.
"Sounds thrilling."
"Nothing we can't handle!"
"What can't we handle ?"
Janet paused slightly then remembered.
"Dunwich."
Both shuddered remembering.
"Fuck that" Charon remarked.
"Fuck that indeed."
They both nodded and he headed towards murder pass. Janet kicked her heels into his waist and Charon growled.
"Onwards you magnificent bastard !!" she bellowed.
Charon gave a deep laugh.
"Im not Argyle."
"and I ain't no Dashwood."
"Come on boss"
"Yes my ghoul manservant."
Both snorted and headed towards the mysterious vault behind Murder pass.

I love this so much! <3 D'aaaawww at Charon helping Bumble with her gun. And kudos for the Daring Dashwood and Argyle references! And I love Janet.

op: Loving it so hard! Their relations ship is becoming so fucking adorable it hurts to smile. Eeep! It's just so wonderful.

Charons head throbbed. He was on the ground anoldold metal stuck to his face. Flashbacks hit back quickly. A blue light. Janet being flung across the room. Her screaming his name. Her hand slipping out of his as he tried to grab her during th explosion.
She was gone.
The enclave had took her and he was powerless. His body was numb and unmoving. He could do nothing but watch. For how much he hated the enclave he hated himself even more.
He looked up to a very concerned looking super mutant.
The giant, even to him, picked him up and brought him to the halls that had previously held the geck. His pain began to recede as the radiation washed over him.
Charon groaned and picked himself up.
"We have to go after her." he croaked.
"Yes we do my friend."
Oh great, he'd made a pal. Janet would be proud. He just had to find her to tell her.
......
"What did you do to me !!" Janet screamed.
The smug bastard in the trench coat simply smirked.
"There is the fev virus, the modified fev and the enhanced fev. The one currently in your veins is the enhanced fev so you have to think very carefully of what I'm about to ask of you. "
"Just you wait till Charon comes. If he doesn't kill every one of you I will." she screamed and tugged against her bindings in a heated rage.
.....
An explosion crashed at the top of the Mountains and Charon dropped to his knees.
He was too late.
He roared deeply from his chest and grabbed his shotgun.
Every enclave bastard that dare crawled out from the inferno was immediately put down by him. When he ran out of shells he simply took to tearing them apart with his bare hands.
A small part of his mind wondered if he was going feral but a larger more angrier part told it to shut the fuck up.
Then he heard it.
Small and quiet. A cough. Far too gentle to belong to a soldier.
His heart jumped when he heard the familiar TUNG of a pip boy light being put on.
She was in the dark somewhere.
"Janet !!" he roared.
Then he saw it. The small hand under the rocks. He raced towards it and began flinging off the debris. The supermutant continued to watch him back and take down each enemy around them.
But Charon was only focused on one thing. The small woman covered in dust and bruises with the pepper hair.'he pulled her out and she gasped as the fresh air hit her lungs.
"Charon !" she tugged at his shoulders and pulled him into her.
He returned the gesture by winding his arms around her waist and back.
He was never letting her go again.
She gave him a deep kiss. Moaning slightly as his lips spread apart for her. Holding on to a red tuff of hair she kissed him so hard he fell back.
He laughed loudly and carefree.
"You're okay ? Everything is fine ?" he scanned her finding only bruises and laser burn marks.
"I am !." she pulled harder into their embrace cherishing the feel of him.

A!A: the next chapter shall be smut filled ! Thankyou for patiently waiting :D

hahaha aww i love the image of charon out-growling a feral :3... i dont know why...

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