![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
falloutkinkmeme_backupWelcome 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!
Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (47a/?)
Date: 2016-04-22 01:53 pm (UTC)“Oy, boss.” Twist leans on the back of her chair.
“Yeah?” Lucinda asks, looks up from her inventory.
“Wanna talk.”
“So talk.” Lucinda takes off her sunglasses, squints up at Twist. Sits up, sets the inventory aside.
“Don’t like the way we do things.”
“That’s too bad.”
“Don’t like you either. Got a problem.”
Lucinda stands up. “How you wanna fix this?”
“Don't like you,” Twist repeats.
“Rather not fight you but if that’s what it takes I'll do it.”
Twist laughs, snorts. Smirks.
“Didn’t think you’d do it.”
“Fought tougher. If this'll make you feel better.” She half turns. “Drummer! Need you here.”
“Yes ma’am!” Drummer calls back.
“Now you pick someone to drag you off me when they think we've had enough.”
“Dredge,” Twist says.
“Hey Dredge!” Lucinda yells. “You too!”
“Ha ha,” Dredge yells back, and she and Drummer waltz over a moment later.
“Take anything metal off, this isn’t a deathmatch.” Lucinda kicks off her steel-toed boots, drops her coat and breastplate and sunglasses on top of them. She straightens her spine, raises her chin. Watches as Twist strips off her armor and boots too. Tosses her scarf onto one of the deck chairs. “Fight until they decide we’ve had enough. Stay inside the circle. Got it?”
“Got it,” Twist agrees. She shoves deck chairs out of the way. Lucinda shoves hers out of the way, too, tosses her boots and coat out of the circle and onto the sad dying grass. Drags a circle in the dust with her sock foot.
“You two got that?” She asks. “Dredge, you drag Twist off me, Drummer, you drag me off Twist.”
“Sure thing, boss,” Drummer agrees. Dredge is grinning ear to ear.
“You two really gonna duke it out? For real?” Dredge asks.
“Sure are,” Lucinda agrees. Finishes the circle off. There’s a big ashy spot near the center, where their fire was last night. Ashes are cool, though, so it shouldn’t be a problem.
“Holy shit.” Dredge laughs, big and loud. “Why?”
“Twist says she's got a problem with me. Tribe way of fixing it was fighting each other ‘til someone else pulled you off each other, if you couldn’t talk it out.” She glances over at Twist, who stands with her hands at her sides, shoulders deliberately loose. “Don’t think we can talk this one out.”
“Good method,” Drummer agrees.
“And you’d know?” Dredge asks.
“Seen enough fights,” Drummer replies. Frowns at Dredge.
“You Legion girls think you seen shit,” Dredge snorts.
“Oy,” Twist grunts, snaps her fingers at Drummer and Dredge.. Lucinda snorts, grins.
“Whenever you're ready, Dredge.”
“Go at it,” Dredge says. “Punch it out.”
Lucinda snorts, but it turns into a whuff almost immediately as Twist tackles her to the ground. Twist lays one heavy punch across Lucinda’s cheek--her head jerks sideways, sick sound of bone on skin on skin on bone, grunts--before Lucinda gets her arms up, digs her fingernails into Twist’s arm. Twist sits across her stomach, heavy, solid, bearing Lucinda down. Lucinda tries to wriggle out from under her, resigns herself to having to fight her way upright. Grabs Twist’s arm, yanks her hand down, sinks her teeth into the meat of Twist’s palm. Twist yelps, pulls back enough that Lucinda lets go of her hand and slithers away, lurch-twists herself to hands and knees and then upright, gives herself just enough time to coil before she hurls herself at Twist, swings short and sharp and untelegraphed for Twist’s chin. Twist’s head jerks back, and she yelps again, Falls back as Lucinda throws her whole weight into it. she lands another blow on Twist’s jaw before Twist punches back, hits Lucinda in the mouth. She grunts as her teeth cut into her lip, spits blood.
Siri rounds the corner as Twist yanks her leg back, slams her foot into Lucinda’s stomach. She follows with another punch to Lucinda’s face, this time square on her nose.
“What are you doing?” Siri yells, sprints over as Lucinda jams her heels into Twist’s stomach.
Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (47b/?)
Date: 2016-04-22 01:54 pm (UTC)Drummer and Dredge immediately break; Dredge grabs Twist under the armpits, Drummer gets one arm around Lucy’s chest and fists the other in the collar of her shirt. Neither of them fight back, just pant and stare at each other with wide eyes.
“What are you doing?” Siri demands again, hands in fists at her sides, eyes wide. She looks back and forth between Twist--now standing on her own, Dredge with one hand on the middle of her back, between her shoulder blades--and Lucinda--still mostly sitting, her arms angled awkwardly over Drummer’s so she can pinch her nose, stop the blood. She spits again, away from Siri’s and Twist’s feet.
“Solving a dispute,” Lucinda garbles through the blood.
“Looks more like you were trying to get yourself killed,” Siri snaps. She turns to Twist, and, calmer, asks, “Twist, do you need any medical attention?”
“Nothing major, doc. Scrapes is all. And she bit me, but I won’t bleed out”
“Good. Get.” Siri points toward the back yard, where two babies are starting up a dual wail.
“Yes ma’am,” Twist agrees. Dredge follows her back.
“Lucy,” Siri says, voice flat and eyes expressionless.
“Don’t you ‘Lucy’ me when you’re pissed,” Lucinda replies, turns away to spit more blood. Drummer carefully lets go of her hold on her, follows Dredge and Twist back.
“I’ll call you what I damn well please,” Siri replies. “Now let me get a look before you bleed out.”
“Bloody nose, busted lip, bit my tongue,” Lucinda replies. Keeps her head tilted back but removes her hand from her face. She leans back on her hands, swallows thick and makes a face as Siri squats next to her.
“You’re going to have a nice shiner, too,” Siri murmurs, presses her fingers to Lucinda’s cheekbone with a grimace. Lucinda flinches away. “Lean forward before you drown in your own blood. What were you two disagreeing over?”
“She doesn't like me, doesn't like the way I do things. Offered to fight it out.”
“I’m surprised she didn’t break your nose,” Siri says under her breath. She turns Lucinda’s face in her hands. the skin around her eye is turning dark red already, starting to swell. “I’ll be right back, don’t move. I’m going to get some cool water for a washcloth for your eye, and some…” she trails off, grimaces again. “Rags, for the blood, I supposed. Try not to bleed on all your clothes.”
“I’ll try. Least there’s no laundry duty on the road.”
“Small mercies.” Siri stands up, trots back to the house to get her doctor’s bag. Lucinda stays leaning back on her hands, tries to think about things other than the blood trickling down her face.
Lucinda makes the mistake of glancing toward Owl-Eagle’s shack while she waits, sees Owl-Eagle standing in the doorway, grinning.
“You make a habit of bloody noses?” she calls across the street.
“No,” Lucinda tries to yell back, but it turns into a choking gasp as the blood interferes. Fucking. Fucking hit to the nose. Not sporting. Siri comes trotting back, faster, as she hears the coughing. Siri hands her a rag without a word, Lucinda tips herself forward further, presses the rag under her nose. Siri dumps some water on another washrag, folds it into a neat square--or as square as she can get it, with its frayed edges--and presses it carefully to Lucinda’s eye.
“You hold that there. Hold both of those there. Until the bleeding stops.”
“Thanks, Doc.”
“You should be able to move, if you think you can make it back to the house without depth perception.”
“I can do alright,” Lucinda agrees, and Siri stands up, offers her a hand. Lucinda shuffles the wet rag into her other hand, takes Siri’s hand it, lets Siri help haul her to her feet. “Thank you.”
“Try to keep this to a minimum in the future, alright, Lucy?” She puts her hands on Lucinda’s shoulders, holds her at arm's length, looks down at her. Lucinda looks up at her, nods, holds her gaze until Owl-Eagle hoots at them from where she’s still standing in her doorway. Lucinda breaks to turn to her, pull an ugly face, wrinkles her nose and shake her head until Owl-Eagle is grabbing her sides laughing.
Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (47c/?)
Date: 2016-04-22 01:55 pm (UTC)“Shit, Boss, c’n you even see out of that eye?” Dredge laughs over dinner.
“No,” Lucinda replies. She pushes the potatoes around on her plate, scowls at them. Across the fire, Twist tries to hide a laugh, unsuccessfully.
“The swelling should be down by morning,” Siri says, cuts off any heckling before anyone can add anything not the conversation. “Please don’t resort to violence as a way to solve disputes in the future, the fewer injuries we have because of each other, the better we’ll do against anyone else.”
“Won’t do any better if they have guns,” Twist replies. Barely glances up from her plate, looks to Siri, not Lucinda.
“Please keep the infighting to a minimum,” Siri replies, sets her jaw, looks up to meet Twist’s gaze.
“Sure thing, Doc,” Twist murmurs, looks away.