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I've been listening to too much Johnny Cash lately and I've got a hankering for a Fallout-centric stories about murder, love, death, vengeance, all that good stuff.

For the uninitiated: http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MurderBallad

Kinks: Violence, angst, voice
Characters: Lonesome Drifter, F!Lone Wanderer, Mister Burke
Relationships: Het (F!Lone Wanderer/Mister Burke)
Summary: The Lonesome Drifter sings a song of love and murder in the Capital Wasteland.

"Sing me a song," she said. He didn't know the woman except as a presence at the bar, just another blonde in a casino full of fancy girls. There had been several in the audience during his performance, but this was the first to approach him afterwards; his minor brush with celebrity wasn't quite enough for women who could have their pick of Chairmen. The Lonesome Drifter put down his glass of whisky and gave the strange woman a smile.

"Seems to me I gave you more than one song this evening."

She waved at him dismissively.

"A better song. All those numbers were so sad, and without much in them to be sad about!" She placed her hand on his leg, and he made no attempt to remove it. "Why don't you try harder and really break my heart?"

You met girls like this sometimes as a singer. Girls who come on strong when it isn't really you they want but your music. They leave you once they realize you're more than just a sweet voice; a man with fears and weaknesses and boring habits, who thinks about things besides romance. Girls who end up breaking both your hearts.

At least this one said what she wanted up front.

"I know a few murder ballads, if that's what you want. Old stuff, about highwaymen and jilted lovers."

"Nothing old! I've heard them all before. Can't you sing me something new?"

The Lonesome Drifter cocked his head, wondering how much the woman had been drinking. Maybe she was always this demanding, drunk or sober. If he ever made it big, he would have no time for girls like her, nor would he sing at all when he wasn't being paid.

But for now, he was still small time. He leaned in close to the strange woman, and softly- quieter than the music piped through the bar, forcing the woman to lean in as well- he began to sing.

"Oh wandering maiden, won't you sit by my side?
Such a lovely creature should not have to roam.
I'll give you a mission, and if you agree,
My love will be yours and my fortress your home.

Oh wandering maiden, this town has grown old
No hope for its people except that they die
Your pay will be handsome, the wasteland renewed
If you start a blaze and leave no one alive..."

This is an amazing start, anon! I can't wait for more!

Should we pick out the ring together, or do you want me to surprise you?

That was extraordinary, a!a.

I have so many boners for this fill.

The tune wasn't very original- there was a little bit of Twa Corbies in the sound of it and a structure inspired by Henry Lee. Then again, folk songs were never entirely original. It was almost more authentic if it it was patched together from bits and pieces of other songs, held together by pretty words and sordid crimes.

"It's true that I wander the wasteland alone
But I've heard it said that my father stayed here
I cannot wish death on a town such as this
Please spare it, if you'd call this maiden your dear!"

"It's pretty!" said the blonde girl, giddy on drink and music. The Lonesome Drifter put a finger to his lips, though, and she quieted back down.

"Oh wandering maiden, I am a cruel man
I've met many people, and I've done them ill
I've known many lovers and done what I pleased
But you are the first one that I cannot kill.

Wait for me, my maiden, I'll send for you soon
And there in my mansion you'll live by my side
If you'll have a devil to be your own man
Then I'll take you home and I'll make you my bride."

The Lonesome Drifter was no actor, but he did his best when singing about characters. His voice for the wandering maiden was soft and gentle, while his voice for the cruel man was deep and smooth. It was a voice that the blonde seemed to find enchanting, and he couldn't blame her. The cruel man had to be seductive, or there would be no reason for the maiden to love him.

"She heard what he said and she left the saloon
The wandering maiden knew what she must do
Her heart full of love and her mind full of fear
She went to the Sheriff and told what she knew."

He slowed his voice down, drawing out the words of the final verses.

"The cruel man was shot down at twelve o'clock noon
Laid low in the streets of the town he would burn
He died with a tear and a whisper of love
The maiden, she saw this, and she cried in turn.

"I'll wander the wasteland and call no place home
I'll live by myself and I'll be no man's wife
For though he was wicked, I've sent to his death
The man that I'll love for the rest of my life!"

The Lonesome Drifter was quiet at the end of his song, waiting for the blonde's response.

"It doesn't make much sense," she said. "Why would she love a man who she hardly knew? A man who was clearly insane?"

"That's just the way the story goes," he replied. "Love doesn't have to make much sense."

Neither did music. People feared death, but they loved to hear it sung about. Maybe when the war against the Legion was over and done with, he'd find things to sing about amid all the death any battle would cause. Or perhaps not- tawdry murders are more fun than battle scenes.

Though he bid the blonde goodnight, the ballad stayed in his head. When he went to sleep, he dreamed of towns on fire, men dead on the road, and a woman who walked by with the saddest eyes he could have imagined.

Thanks for the story, A!A. I really enjoyed reading it!

I'm incredibly impressed by this fill. I can't write lyrics or poetry to save myself, so when other people do so, and do so well, it looks like magic to me. You're a magician, A!A.

This was wonderful - so envious of your ability to write something that sounds like a real folk ballad!

Holy shit, this is great. Haunting and really evokes that old folksong feel.

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