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!
LW - back to the vault
(Anonymous) 2012-05-13 07:16 am (UTC)(link)I have worn a coat of scars.
I have vowed with hollow words,
I have lied my way to the stars."
I'd like to see the LW (male or female, I don't care) go home, and stay home. Say that years have passed, maybe, and Amata finally sends out a message saying they can come home, or asks for a visit, or something.
Cue either a tearful reunion/possible acquiescence to return to the vault for good, or a tearful reunion/goodbye wherein the LW explains some of the awful things they've done in the wastes, citing them as the reason that they don't feel comfortable staying in the vault?
FLW/Butch: Nothing and Never
(Anonymous) 2012-05-20 05:29 am (UTC)(link)Kinks: angst
Note: Kind of took on a life of its own. Sorry!
Butch said he wanted to go home, so she took him home. There was no point in arguing; this turn of events had been years in the making, and it was all her doing.
Besides, she loved him well enough to know when Butch truly, whole-heartedly believed something. He got this look in his remaining blue eye (he had lost the other one years ago in a bar fight she had started) that told her that she was going to shut the fuck up and do what he wanted for once. He didn’t give her that look often, and when he did, she acquiesced, hoping that a compromise here and there would be enough to keep him around.
It had worked for eight long years, but that was because they had loved each other. Yes, love. She knew what people said about her, but she was capable of love. She just happened to also be capable of blowing up a town in exchange for a suite. And engaging in the slave trade. And poisoning a good portion of the Capital Wasteland.
She supposed it was a good run, considering Butch had quickly outgrown his Tunnel Snake mentality once he was outside of the Vault. With it went he taste for senseless violence. She, on the other hand, grew to relish it. For a while, Butch blamed himself for bullying her in the Vault, then he blamed the Autumn for killing her father in front of her. Neither of those was the reason she was the way she was, but she let him say it because it helped him justify staying with her.
Somewhere along the line, he had run out of excuses, and when he had caught her coming out of the clinic in Megaton, she had known that this was it. She offered no lies or excuses when he demanded to know what she was doing there, simply told him that the fetus had been terminated.
She didn’t even wish that she could take it back, and she thought that that was the straw that had finally broken the Brahmin’s back. She didn’t want a child, not with him, and not with anyone.
And now Butch didn’t want her.
Regret would have made it better, she thought. But all she was left with was emptiness as the Vault door rolled open.
Butch took a step into the Vault, then paused and turned to look at her. She took in the eye patch, the well-worn leather jacket with the faded snake on the back and a bullet hole through the left sleeve. The perfectly styled hair. The bulging bag over his shoulder containing all the things he had bought for the baby they might have had.
“Coming or not?” he demanded.
“I….” She paused, cleared her throat. “No.”
“Why not? Ain’t like anyone in here really knows what a fuckin’ monster you are.”
She felt the phantom flicker of hurt that only Butch could inspire in her. “Exactly. They don’t know, and… I want to keep it that way.”
Butch laughed nastily, a bitter sound that grated in her ears. “I ain’t gonna broadcast it, if that’s what you’re worried about. I’m just gonna drink myself stupid til’ my liver gives out; I won’t be no trouble.”
“Butch….” She said his name like a prayer, her last desperate hope that this wasn’t really happening, that she wasn’t this person. “I… I’ve hurt a lot of people. I’ve done a lot of bad things. I’ve killed… so many people. And I liked it. But the only good thing I had, the only person I never wanted to hurt was you.”
There was no trace of any of the love and passion they had shared for so long when he said, “Well, you fucked that up when you killed our kid.”
She couldn’t help the lump that formed in her throat. She had no conscience, no morals, no remorse. What she had was her love for Butch, and she was losing him.
“I know I fucked up. And that’s why I can’t go with you. I’ll just fuck up again, somehow, if you let me.” She almost said she loved him, but she knew her words would be wasted. He knew. He just didn’t feel the same way anymore.
She thought she could detect a hint of mercy in his blue eye. “If you’d just say you were sorry.” It wasn’t a condition or a suggestion. It was the same weary mantra he had been repeating for years, and she knew her line as well as she knew every scar on his body.
“But I’m not.”
They said nothing as the door slid shut between them. There was nothing to say.
The Lone Wanderer wiped her eyes and turned away. She was not sorry… and she never would be.
Re: FLW/Butch: Nothing and Never
(Anonymous) 2012-05-20 07:56 am (UTC)(link)It was so sad and just, ugh.
Re: FLW/Butch: Nothing and Never
(Anonymous) 2012-05-21 05:41 am (UTC)(link)Re: FLW/Butch: Nothing and Never
(Anonymous) 2012-05-21 03:40 am (UTC)(link)Lord, I've Been Trying- Gen (1/2)
(Anonymous) 2012-05-20 07:54 am (UTC)(link)And she has known happiness like she never did in the vault.
She has made friends and saved settlements; she has healed wounds and dismantled bombs.
All of this by the age of twenty.
And now, at twenty-four, she is tired, so tired, and she is scarred. The scars aren't just physical, no; some are mental and all too present. Sure, the physical are there, always visible, thick bands of white and pink tissue criss-crossing over sun-darkened skin, shiny and new and reminding her of all she has accomplished -- shutting down the president, taking on the Enclave, giving the wastes pure, clean water. It is the mental scars that hurt most. She never expects it when something hits on those scars; never expects the tears when something reminds her of her father or her time in the vault or of how Fawkes and Star Paladin Cross had died for her. Those scars are why she doesn't think of the bad she's done -- the people she's had to enslave so she could help free others; those she's had to kill to push forward; the people she's had to pick off just to be able to survive; even the people that she's only indirectly killed.
She has done so much she is proud of, and even more that she's not.
Butch is still with her, her constant; a reminder of home and happier times. She is grateful that he hasn't left her (and even more grateful that he hasn't managed to drink his liver into submission yet), because she needs him here -- needs someone strong by her side to keep her from losing her mind.
Because the more she thinks about it, the more she thinks she's going to go crazy. This only gets worse when she wakes up one day to Butch in her face, repeating, over and over "There's a message from the vault, Amy; there's a message from the vault!"
At first, she doesn't think anything of it; figures it's some routine message like she'd caught before, when she'd just left. It isn't. It's Amata -- Overseer Almodovar, the second coming -- calling her back, telling her that, if she's alive, she'd like a chance to speak to her again.
It takes her three days of internal arguments to convince herself to go, and another two to get Butch to come with her (and he bitches the whole walk there: "I don't get why you wanna go back anyways, Amy; she kicked you out, remember?" and "She's an ungrateful bitch" and every time he speaks, she just rolls her eyes and says "She was my best friend").
When they arrive at the vault, she's surprised to find the door already open, Amata standing in the doorway with a handful of guards behind her. They have a tearful reunion, and Butch stands by awkwardly, clearly not anymore pleased to see Amata than she is to see him. Amata directs the guards to take butch to the diner, and she leads Amelia to her office so they can talk.
“I know it's been a long time, Amy,” she says gently, frowning, “but I had something I wanted to ask you.”
Amelia has half a mind to tell her to go straight to hell, because the last time she'd asked for something, it had ended with her being kicked out of the vault, but instead, she bites her tongue, nods. “What?”
“Would you like to come back to the vault? Permanently, I mean – your room's yours, if you want it.”
Amelia bursts into tears, stutters out a thanks and an apology, covers her face with her hands. “I can't. I can't, Amata – if you knew, if you knew the things I'd done... You wouldn't want me here.”
Amata clearly doesn't understand – she spends the next few minutes calming Amelia down, getting her friend to the point where she's forming words and not just making sounds through her tears. “What do you mean?”
Lord, I've Been Trying- Gen (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2012-05-20 07:55 am (UTC)(link)She runs a hand over the side of her face, sighs heavily, hiccups. Amata looks torn between being horrified and sympathetic. “Amelia, when I offered you a place here, I meant it. I'm not going to retract that because of things you've done.”
Amelia looks skeptical. “I've killed people, Amata, and aside from that, I can't just leave Bu--”
“Butch can come, too, if you're dead set on it.” It's clear she's not pleased the statement, but she says it regardless; watches as Amelia's face takes on a light she's never seen.
“I'll... I'll talk to Butch about it, Amata. Thank you.”
When she does speak to Butch about it, it's clear he wants to tell Amata off and go back to the wastes. Amelia understands that, had the same feeling, but she talks him down, explains that it's a safe haven – “and Amata has opened the vault,” she reminds him, “we're allowed in and out. Think of the beds, Butch!” And it's sad that the beds are what seems to seal the deal for her lover, but she understands the motivation there as well.
Butch is vehemently against their moving back into the vault until the first night spent in a real bed.
Re: Lord, I've Been Trying- Gen (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2012-11-15 04:29 am (UTC)(link)