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Skinless 4d/?
(Anonymous) 2012-07-14 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)“I can stand straight,” I protest, and even as I’m saying the words I’m kind of wondering why I’m so insistent. I punched a mole rat to death this morning, which I don’t think is bad for a beginner with a busted leg, and I don’t really liked being treated like this fragile little thing. He’s not angry, he’s exasperated. He can’t get over how weak and terrible and useless I am.
“You’ve over-exerted yourself,” Gob insists, lifting one of my arms around his shoulders and tugging me to lean my weight on him. He’s warm, warmer than anybody I know. Maybe it’s a ghoul thing?
“You’re warm,” I tell him.
“You’re delirious,” he says.
Now, I really bristle at that. I’m not fucking delirious; I know what’s going on. Most people don’t burn up a temperature that high and fuck, I’ve probably got a bit of a fever going on right now so if I think he’s warm then he’s warm, okay? “Hey, listen,” I say, trying to push myself away from him to give him a good glare. “I’m not spinning out, alright? I get that I’m a fucking liability out here, but it would be nice if you could treat me like a person instead of shitty little doll you’ve got to drag around.”
Gob barks out a laugh that sounds oddly unpleasant for him. “Treat you like a person? Trust me, smoothskin, I’m treating you better than your kind ever treated me before –“
I push away from him, properly angry now. “My kind? What the fuck? You remember I’m just out of a Vault, right? I hadn’t even seen one of you before and I think I’m handling it pretty well, thank you, considering my whole world view’s just been –“
Gob freezes before he speaks. I can feel his grip on my shoulders tighten into ice.
“Oh, one of us, huh? Because we’re a different species or something, is that it? Ghouls are just you with a skin condition, Vaultie!” Gob steps back, fists clenched, and I realise too late that I’ve stumbled into something that is way, way bigger than just me and him. His voice and turned into something icy and blazing all at once. “And we’re supposed to be grateful – I’m supposed to be grateful that you stumbled out of your crappy little whole in the ground and deigned to accept us as living, breathing people?”
I’m in too deep to stop myself, though. I’ve always had a temper, always known it’s got me into trouble, but still – “Yeah, you’re a great bunch of guys, the last bunch of ghouls I ran into shot me, tried to rape –“
“That’s what the wasteland does to people, you idiot!” Gob throws his arms wide, motioning at the expanse of rubble and dirt and decay around us. “People out here die. They kill each other. They fuck each other’s shit up and it’s mostly just because they can! And can you imagine, can you even wrap your sheltered, teenage brain around the idea of what it’s like to be a ghoul in all that? To be a fucking untouchable in a world with no law? You think we get rights? Anti-discrimination laws? Or do you think we become target practice for any asshole with a gun?”
He is breathing hard and he steps forward now, closer, and there is a kind of pain behind his eyes that I am never going to know. “And now, things are changing. People are changing. Most of the smoothskins are ghoulifying and do you know what? They’re blaming us. So there’s a war on, kid, between old ghouls and new ghouls, only there are a lot who can’t tell who’s who, so everybody’s fair game. Do you understand that? You’re bitching me out about taking care of you, trying to stop you dropping dead in the dust, when if I hadn’t learned the stuff I know I probably would have been tortured to death by now?”