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Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.
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My biggest kink is character development
(Anonymous) 2012-03-01 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)Bonus points if they're not that way right away because no relationship really starts off that strong. (And this is CHARON we're talking about.)
Mucho bonus points if Charon and her pick on one another here and there like most siblings do, and whenever Charon does it at first, people promptly what-the-fuck because "holy shit that giant ghoul that hardly ever talks just made a funny".
And of course, I'd just like to see someone have fun with it. Make big brother!Charon do whatever: Play the overprotective bodyguard looming over her whenever someone flirts with her that he doesn't approve of, giving her advice for whatever is confusing her, shooting lessons, etc... I don't know, just some ideas, but you don't need to use those of course.
I will cut this off now before it becomes even more of a text wall.
Re: My biggest kink is character development
(Anonymous) 2012-03-02 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)Re: My biggest kink is character development
(Anonymous) 2012-03-10 06:38 am (UTC)(link)Maybe if god is kind I'll be able to do something about it this break
I'll get my brother on you (1/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-03-01 02:44 am (UTC)(link)Characters: F!LW, Charon (and cameos of others as I go along)
Relationship: Het
Series: I'll get my brother on you
A series in which Charon and F!LW don't actually shag (shock horror!) but have a more brother/sister relationship. Will be a long-ass fill.
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“I haven’t got 2000 caps…” the young girl sighed as she propped herself up on the bar, her feet dangling above the floor like a child.
“Well then tough break kid” Ahzrukhal closed his eyes with a smug smile and got back to cleaning a glass.
Charon watched as the girl leaned back and gave him a quick once over. He’d already been scanning her as a threat when she walked in the bar, half shaved head and a cocky attitude didn't exactly scream ‘harmless drunk’ – but she’d become even more interesting once he’d heard the mention of his contract.
Why would she want it…?
“Hey!” she chirped and Charon snapped out of his train of thought.
Ahzrukhal rolled his eyes tiredly back to her.
“Can’t we sort something out? Like a deal?” She traced a finger on the sticky bar mesmerizing herself with it almost.
“Well now, what is he worth... and what could I want…” Ahzrukhal pondered causing Charon to play a reel of terrible and disgusting scenarios in his head. He knew several things the slimy old bastard could want from her.
He watched as the bar man leaned in and spoke in hushed tones to his patron, a wicked smile plastered across his dead face. Charon strained to hear what was being said but he heard the mention of Greta the ghoulette next door and he knew instantly what he had planned. Dick.
The girl recoiled back sharply and Charon stood taller, expecting her to slap him and he’d unfortunately have to stop that.
She never did though, she stood, downed the rest of her drink and slammed it back on the table.
“I’ll get the caps" she spat and turned quick on her heel giving Charon another once over before she left. He avoided her eye contact and fixed his back onto Ahzrukhal as soon as she closed the door behind her.
Ahzrukhal shrugged, “What?”
…..
Nearly a month had passed since the kid from before had been in town and Charon had since learned she was the one from that vault mentioned on the radio. She’d not done much since she’d got out really by the sounds of it but still that Three Dog went on about her and Charon was bored of hearing about it. It wasn’t news to him that people were sent into vaults, he remembered the rejection letters all too well. The last shred of hope denied and shoved in your mailbox. It made him bitter that this kid could stroll around and join wasteland society without anyone’s say so yet none of them could get into those vaults and live her cushy life.
As if on cue she strolled into the bar, ripped tight jeans, scruffy leather jacket, ratty long vest hanging out and a pair of clumpy combat boots. Kid thinks she’s a rebel.
She gave him a nod with a smug look on her face to which Charon just snarled. Oh fuck off…
“Ahh our little Vault-rat is back, calmed down since our last meeting sweetie?” Ahzrukhal leant on his bar as she perched at it.
“Why yes I have my friend and I have something that may put a smile on your face…” she grinned and pulled a big sack out of her tatty messenger bag. The familiar jingle of caps rang out as it hit the table.
Charon felt his face twitch as he weighed up how he felt about the situation. She’s gunna buy it, she’s gunna buy me. Following around this kid can’t be as bad as this, even if I do end up with a few more holes in me.
He watched as the transaction took place in front of his eyes in slow motion, a movie reel he had let play many a time after a particularly nasty chore he’d been forced to do. She turned to him, still sat at the bar waving his piece of paper. Then as if by clockwork he watched his body play the final scenes of his horror flick called Ahzrukhal.
A couple of weighted strides forward, his last line and a few parting shots.
Re: I'll get my brother on you (2a/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-03-01 05:10 am (UTC)(link)After the bar had cleared she took her caps back off the now lifeless Ahzrukhal – and his keys Charon noted.
So she’s a thief. He scowled, So this is how it’s going to be.
She however had thought nothing of it as she shoved them in her bag. She’d not looked at Charon after purchasing his contract not even to ask him why the hell he’d shot his previous employer. She either didn’t care because she had sussed Ahzrukhal down as a bastard already or it had scared her more than she let on, Charon decided to take pride that it was the latter until he could suss her out properly.
She turned and walked out of the bar without so much as a ‘come on’ and headed to Carol’s. Charon followed and let his eyes close as he said goodbye to the Ninth Circle, she locked the door behind him.
Once in Carol’s she slung her bag down on a chair at the table farthest from the bar. She looked at him and then the table eyeing for him to sit down. He did as he was told.
She sighed, “Do you want a beer?” she asked, not looking at him but in Carol’s direction.
“Would you have me drink one, mistress?” Charon asked.
“Mistress?” she turned back to him and raised an eyebrow, “Look I’m getting one do you want one or not?” she snapped before he could reply.
He nodded and she left him at the table with her bag. He watched her talk to Carol, they were both smiling as the old ghoulette handed the girl a piece of paper which she shoved into her jacket pocket.
He tried to watch her some more and work out what she was up to but he was distracted when someone slumped into the chair next to him. Quinn.
“So Charon you’re finally off out of here” he grabbed Charon’s shoulder and shook it.
Charon just grunted, he didn’t mind Quinn but he was a distraction from his new employer.
“She’s kinda cute in that bad girl sorta way…” Quinn let his hand drop off Charon as he joined him in watching her talk to Carol and now Greta.
“… What do you think? Charon?” he goaded.
“I do not view my employer in such a way”
“Oh so she lets you talk this one does she?” Quinn leaned back not taking his eyes off her.
“She has not expressed that I not answer you” Charon noticed how Greta was now pointing at him with a sour look on her face as she spoke to his employer.
“So you aren’t talking to me out of choice then, or are you?” Quinn laughed.
Charon didn’t answer.
“Thought not” Quinn sniggered and left the table as the girl walked back and dumped a beer infront of Charon. She then slumped down in the chair facing him.
Re: I'll get my brother on you (2b/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-03-01 05:11 am (UTC)(link)Charon took the cold beer in his hand, he’d not held one in so many years. It was the first courtesy he’d been bestowed since Ahzrukhal bought him new ammo, which wasn't so nice in the long run. He put the bottle to his lips and took it down smoothly, savoring it and letting it cool his seemingly always dry throat.
She on the other hand gulped hers down like a teenage boy he noted.
Letting her now half empty bottle sit on the table, she reached over to the chair with her bag on it between them. She then pulled out his contract and unfolded it.
Charon snorted, there was his life folded up in some kid’s schoolbag. He watched her as she slurped on her drink and read it to herself every now and then pausing to look at him.
Mimicking her relaxed body language he assumed he could let himself lean back in his chair and look up at the ceiling. It’s peeling as much as I am…
“They don’t like you, ya’ know” she said bluntly after a while, still looking at her new purchase.
Charon just grumbled. That’s not news.
“They don’t want me to go with you” she stopped reading and looked up at him, “They think you’ll kill me.”
Charon just looked back down at her coldly as he sipped from his beer. If she was scared of him maybe she'd be easier on him...
“You can’t though can you” she leaned back, “says it here” she waved the paper.
What is your fucking point smoothskin? Perhaps she wasn't so scared...
“Good” she nodded and put the paper back in her bag.
Good? Does she expect me to want her dead…?
“Anyway big guy we gotta move out”, she left her now empty bottle on the table and stood up, “so drink up.”
He finished his beer and stood, letting his full height tower over her. For the first time she looked up at him and took in his full height.
“Good” she smiled.
Re: I'll get my brother on you (3a/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-03-01 05:51 am (UTC)(link)“For fuck’s sake” she exhaled loudly and came to a halt, so did he.
She started kicking at the floor and poking at her pipboy. She’s got a map on that thing and she’s still lost? How green is she?
It could have been a lot easier if she’d told him where they were headed but she hadn’t really uttered a word to him since they left Underworld. Charon had decided to not look a gift horse in the mouth and used this quiet time for target practice and loosening up his old muscles. It was remarkably therapeutic for him shooting ferals down with ease and the way this kid tried not to jump with each blast of his shotgun, usually before she’d even heard a growl, was pretty amusing for him. She’s a fucking baby.
“Charon” she piped up for once.
“Yes mistress” he drawled out from behind her, Here it comes, ‘I’m lost’…
“Wher- What’s with all this ‘mistress’ shit?!” she turned round to him, obviously not the original direction this conversation was going.
“Is it not to your liking mistress? He responded.
“What is it your default setting or something?” she sniggered.
“Would you prefer I address you as something else” he looked down at her finding no amusement in it himself.
She let out a loud cackle. Urgh what a laugh.
“Yeah, ‘your highness’” she smiled up at him coyly.
“Yes your highness” this answer gained him an even louder cackle. Bitch. So it was an egocentric thief he’d be babysitting he concluded.
“That’s too good” she chuckled wiping her right eye.
“What is it you wanted of me your highness?” Charon asked bluntly, knowing now he had a chance to dent her ego. You’re still the one fucking lost with a map dipshit.
“Oh right, yeah. Do you know how to get to Megaton?” she half mumbled.
Megaton? The bomb-town. Why?
“Yes I do… your highness” he couldn’t help but have a sarcastic tone with that term of address, highness, really? Fucking princess.
“Well can you show me” she slung her hand on her hip as she looked up at him.
“Would you like me to put a marker on your pipboy?” he let his eyes drift to her arm with the device clamped on.
“No it’s already…” she shuffled and removed her hand from her hip, “It’s already on there” she huffed crossing her arms.
He didn’t respond to this. ‘He wasn’t asked a question so why should he’ was how he preferred to operate. It added to his cold exterior but also left her squirming with embarrassment, a win-win.
“I don’t know, I can’t read it… Maps…” she crossed her arms in defeat.
He nodded and strode past her, almost triumphantly, “I shall lead then, your highness.”
She screwed her nose up at him as he passed but fell into place behind him, there was not much she could do really.