#courier!lucy au

[spooky-donut-ghost-house]

ASK ME ABOUT MY COURIER!LUCY AU PLEASE

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[altrxisme]

FFXV!Mafia Fashion AU - Johanne hcs!!

It's practically the same as her mainverse canon. She's also 29 in this alt verse.

She's a dancer and an occasional musician for her friends' band, Vizual Bandit. Her modeling gig for Regalia Runway and other Lucis Caelum fashion brands is simply a part-time thing for her. In appearance at least.

Jackson is the one that signed her up for it. Johanne knew he talked about wanting to get her on board for it, but she didn't know she made it through the final selection of a fashion show of all things. She did have prior modeling experience but only for university fashion shows as she had a lots of fashion major peers that asked if she could model for them.

Her modeling style is a reminiscent blend of Naomi Campbell, Veronica Webb, Yasmeen Ghuari, and Carla Bruni. As a trained dancer, she has full control of her body and how to make the garments she wear look the best it can be. She does talk with the designers to get a better sense of what they want their look she wears to showcase, and this makes her stand-out amongst other models. She's also a favorite amongst the designers because of this.

Just like her mainverse, she's a 'de facto' bouncer at her favorite bar. The only difference is that she's more recognizable here, which does but a little bit of a smear in her reputation but also praised for it at the same time.

Oh, that business her dad, Stian, tried to keep her away from? Her family used to be one of the Aldercapt family's enforcers. Her grandpa was the first to leave and her dad returned in an attempt to bring honor back to the family but eventually realized that there was a reason why they left in the first place. The cost of leaving that life was his lover's life.

Since then, he's been moving around to keep them away from him and Johanne. Eventually settling in Insomnia and making a life there. That doesn't stop him from teaching his little girl how to fend for herself though.

She's reluctant to give that information up to Regis honestly. He seems like a fair man though so perhaps on day.

Although Johanne has a preference for throwing knives and knife combat, she's not afraid to pull out a knuckle buster to end a fight.

She does join the Lucis Caelum mafia family, if only to look out for her brother, Jackson. She's willing to be someone else's bodyguard so long as he isn't busy on family business.

Other things she's done for the family is be their courier and getaway driver. The latter is something for emergencies only, as she's known to street race.

One time during a Regalia Runway show she was in, she invited her friends from Vizual Bandit to watch her. The band that was hired to play for the show was running extremely late and the audience was getting antsy. Johanne had the idea of sneaking her friends to the stage since they had their band van which had their instruments. It was a wild chase between them and security, ending with one of their two guitarists blocking off the door so the rest of them could get on stage. Since Johanne was already familiar with their set and played the bass guitar, she stepped in while the bass player covered the rhythm guitar parts. The show was a success and Johanne was let off easy for the security scare because of the show's success and the audience loving the band. Not to mention it was quite the sight to see one of the runway models playing bass as she walked the cat walk.

#ffxv!jhncanons #[ hoooooowee! ]

[mythaelogie]

⭐

prompt, accepting / @walkswastes

javier and (your) lucy, he's a hired gun so he can basically turn up anywhere.. though he will likely have his kiddo in tow

(my) lucy and moldaver, i need this like i need air pls thank u

javier / lucy and courier six, i know absolutely nothing about new vegas because i've yet to play it, but that's nothing some plotting and a visit or several to the fallout wiki can't solve lmao

i'm also down to make fallout au's for any of my other characters that catch your eye, they're all pretty flexible in terms of verses

#walkswastes #☾ ˙ ˖ ✧ answered ooc. #☾ ˙ ˖ ✧ azriel speaks.

[rohanseoewe]

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[audiofictionuk]

New Fiction Podcasts - 23rd September

Dungeons and Dialogue New Audio RPG! Dungeons and Dialogue is a TTRPG actual play podcast where we play pre-written adventures in multiple systems and then critically review and analyze the adventures! https://dungeons-and-dialogue.captivate.fm https://feeds.captivate.fm/dungeons-and-dialogue/

The Trees Swallow People New Audio Book! A man walking his dog stumbles upon trees that cause disappearances, death, and mania. https://conormatthewswriter.com/ https://anchor.fm/s/dfd549b0/podcast/rss

VRP Presents: New Audio Drama! Serialized audio stories for your listening pleasure! Everything from horror to high fantasy! https://vanrykanproductions.podbean.com https://feed.podbean.com/vanrykanproductions/feed.xml

C-LOW "A Hustlers Tale" New Audio Book! Audio Dramas. https://www.buzzsprout.com/2248115 https://feeds.buzzsprout.com/2248115.rss

空想労働シリーズ　サラリーマン New Audio Drama! 世界に誇る日本の文化「特撮」。その爛熟期である70年代���ーローのDNAを受け継ぎ、かつ「会社員あるある」を軸にした巨大ヒーロー活劇。第1弾は「特撮風ラジオドラマ」。老舗ラジオ局として、壮大なスケールと迫力を「音」で表現する意欲作である。企画・脚本・演出には、幼少期から特撮に熱中し、深い愛情を持つRKBアナウンサー冨士原圭希。音楽プロデューサーには、BiSHや新しい学校のリーダーズなど数多のアーティストを手掛ける松隈ケンタ。レギュラー出演者に『ドラえもん』スネ夫役や『機動武闘伝Gガンダム』ドモン・カッシュ役で知られる声優の関智一。出演兼アドバイザーとして女優の別府あゆみ。その他特撮作品出身の菊地美香、吉田友一、広瀬仁美、たなかえりなど豪華キャストが集結。更に往年の大人気ヒーローを演じるも、俳優を引退していたシークレットキャストが、終盤で重要な役を演じる。放送に加えて配信も行い、リスナー参加型企画としてSNSを中心に大きな発展を目指す。誰もが経験する「労働」を、誰も経験し得ない「空想」として描くエンターテイメント作品。 https://rkb.jp/radio/salaryman/ https://feeds.megaphone.fm/ACC9441239485

The Package New Audio Drama! Six conversations that an inquisitive courier has with others along the way of delivering: The Package. https://www.spreaker.com/show/the-package_1 https://www.spreaker.com/show/5959416/episodes/feed

TwentyOne 21: A Black AF Scripted Audio Comedy New Audio Drama! Black pop culture and unspoken rules? Original music across a variety of genres? And episodic adventures? Created by Uzo Chijioke and Courtney Marie Simpson, with additional production/songwriting by Donnell "DWeezy" Robinson, TWENTYONE 21 is a narrative sci-fi comedy that follows the story of Cici and Funks: two friends, co-workers, and roommates who share the same birthday and believe that they'll unlock mystical, melanated powers on 12/21 (or at least that's what Cici read on "Black Twitter"). https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/twentyone21-podcast https://anchor.fm/s/e7ac096c/podcast/rss

Mina and Lucy's Guide to Slaying Dracula New Audio Drama! When a mysterious ship washes ashore in Whitby Bay, best friends Mina and Lucy begin to wonder if there’s something strange about the new kid in school. With Dr. Van Helsing as their guide, Mina and Lucy will come face to face with a terrifying threat…from the legendary Dracula himself… https://www.gzmshows.com https://feeds.megaphone.fm/minalucydracula

Mission Mars – Der GEO Podcast über die erste Reise zum roten Planeten New Audio Drama! Steigt ein und schnallt euch an, denn es geht zum ersten mal auf den Mars! "Mission Mars – Der GEO Podcast über die erste Reise zum roten Planeten" erzählt die fiktive Geschichte von vier Astronaut:innen, die zu der ersten von Menschen besetzten Reise zum Mars aufbrechen. Und dort passiert so einiges Unvorhergesehenes. Wissenschaftliche Einordnungen zu der Reise gibt Host und Astrophysiker Michael Büker. Er ordnet für euch die Geschehnisse im Hörspiel ein, berichtet aus der Geschichte der Raumfahrt und erklärt auch die äußerst anspruchsvolle Reise zum roten Planeten. Es wird spannend, nervenaufreibend und überraschend. https://art19.com/shows/mission-mars https://rss.art19.com/mission-mars

Musicals New Audio Drama! Welcome to "Musicals," the podcast anthology show that's about to take you on a one-of-a-kind audio journey! We're flipping the script on traditional storytelling. Get ready to experience a fresh spin on musicals as we bring you exciting stories inspired by artists' and songwriters' music catalogs. Each week we present new "Musicals" featuring original songs, captivating characters, and immersive soundscapes that will transport you to different worlds and eras. From heartwarming love stories to thrilling adventures to bone-chilling sci-fi thrillers and everything in between, our talented creators are here to make sure you're hooked from the very first note. https://www.movipods.com https://feeds.megaphone.fm/DODDV6060206806

An A to Z of British Myths and Legends New Audio Book! Each week I am writing a piece of flash fiction about a particular myth or legend from British history, beginning with the next letter in the alphabet. https://markhoodauthor.com/podcast/ https://markhoodauthor.com/podcast/index.xml

Cuentos Infantiles 101 New Audio Book! ¡Bienvenidos a "Cuentos Infantiles 101"! Sumérgete en un mundo mágico de imaginación y diversión mientras exploramos un universo de cuentos cuidadosamente seleccionados para todas las edades. En cada episodio, te llevaremos a emocionantes aventuras llenas de personajes encantadores, lecciones valiosas y momentos de aprendizaje en un entorno seguro y divertido. Únete a nosotros en esta emocionante travesía de cuentos clásicos y originales que estimularán la imaginación y fomentarán la curiosidad. https://shows.acast.com/cuentos-infantiles-101 https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/cuentos-infantinles-101

Every Which Way New Audio RPG! A TTRPG podcast where 4 friends tell stories and fumble through problems. Currently playing Monster of the Week, 3 hunters explore the darker side of Witch Way, Wisconsin and the dangers that come with it. https://shows.acast.com/everywhichway https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/everywhichway

#audio fiction

[nerdsbianhokie]

twice to the dearest

Once the best of friends, taken onto the Yellow Audron together as apprentices of the Swiftwell Courier Service

Now

star gazer on the very same ship a pirate hunter and a pirate

their paths cross once more

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Skyjacks au? Skyjacks au

If you haven’t listened to this podcast, give it a try. It’s so good and the podcast that I get the most excited about an update. Sky pirates. Giant birds. Much queer. And the most perfect boy ever. Check it out

#Director Sanvers #Alex Danvers #Maggie Sawyer #Lucy Lane #m #my thing #skyjacks au #i love this au #but it would be So Big #i don't even know where i would start with it #but i also cannot help but think of it every time i listen to the podcast #esp the courier's call episodes #ask any questions you may have about this cause i love this au

[petri808]

Nalu Yakuza Au *cover art by @jmoart214 💜

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The tit for tat game was well known to both of their top confidants and lieutenants because it had been going on ever since Natsu and Lucy broke up. Plus, it was hard to get around such knowledge considering most of them came from the same neighborhoods. These intrigues ebbed and flowed like waves. Months could pass by without any interactions between the two, at other times they’d go back and forth continuously until one of them finally gave up, and on the odd occasion ended in a huge fight that led to another round of ignoring each other. Up until now, it had been kind of amusing to watch them torture each other because it was better than a drama shows on television. But that didn’t mean Natsu, and Lucy’s friends didn’t worry about one or both being truly hurt one day because of it.

“It’s fine,” Natsu rolled his eyes as Gray chastised him after the soapland incident. The two men were at Natsu’s home after work hours and supposed to be relaxing. But clearly his friend didn’t want to drop the subject. “What’s the big deal?”

“Dude, you let yourself be blindfolded in a public space! Have you forgotten what kind of business we’re in? What if it had been an assassin instead?”

“Oh, that’s just ridiculous. We’re talking about Lucy’s company, and I trust their security measures because she has just as much to lose if a hit took place there.”

“Still, you should be more careful, at least take a bodyguard with you…”

Natsu’s eyebrow twitched in irritation. “And what, so they can watch the show? We got any voyeurs on the payroll? Cause I can’t think of anyone here who’d wanna see another guy getting his balls fondled!”

Gray ran a hand down his face. “So not the mental image I wanted. You’re missing the point.” He sighed. “Natsu you are the head of this clan, and your safety is my top priority.”

“I get it, I get it,” Natsu drawled.

“And frankly,” Gray continued, “you’ve become distracted by her lately.”

“Tch! No, I haven’t!”

“Yeah, you are. You think I haven’t noticed? I know you drive by her place sometimes. I know you’ve followed her to that coffee shop she likes to frequent. But ever since her employee was robbed, things have escalated again.”

“You’re imagining things and apparently spying on me. I’m just keeping an eye on the competition.”

“Watching over you is my job! That’s not spying.” Gray crossed his arms. “And oh, it’s no doubt that you’re keeping an eye on her. That’s why you went to Katsunuma’s party and to soapland too. The problem is you’re getting sloppy and sloppy gets people killed.”

Natsu groaned. “Are you done yet? We’re supposed to be enjoying the baseball game, not psychoanalyzing my life.”

“Almost.” Gray placed a hand on his friends’ knee and leaned in. “Natsu, you’ve been chasing that tail since high school, just lock her down and convince her to work together already.”

Natsu snorted a laugh. “Gray we all grew up together, so what in all these years makes you think that’s a possibility? You know damn well Lucy’s not a woman you can control without her consent.” Natsu knew that, and frankly he loved that part of her. In fact, it made him even more fired up whenever he thought about it, just like a treasure you don’t just find but must win at the end of a game. “I’ll find a way, some day.”

“Well until that day arrives, could you promise me you’ll be more cautious?”

“Fine, fine,” Natsu waved his hand. “I’ll back off of Lucy for now.”

“Good.” Gray relaxed back onto his recliner thinking the drama was over.

“However, there is a new guy I want surveillance placed on.”

“Who?”

“The bartender from the party.”

Gray groaned. “Seriously? Why? He’s just a bartender!”

“I don’t trust him.”

“Was he spiking the drinks or something? Dealing drugs at the party?”

“Maybe.”

Gray huffed. “You really gonna try that? Do I look like an idiot? This is just straight jealousy talking.”

“I don’t care! I want someone to dig up what they can on the guy!”

“No, what you wanna know is if he fucked Lucy that night!”

Natsu jumped up with his fists clenched. “Fuck you!”

“Fuck you too!” Gray stood up and matched his boss’s energy. “Unless you give me a damn good reason to check into him, I’m not wasting my guy’s time! You might be the boss, but don’t you fucking forget who you’re talking to! I’m not some punk off the streets!”

Realizing he was taking things too far, Natsu sat back down. “Sorry.”

Gray sighed and plopped back down too. “I only joined because you asked me to and you’re my best friend, then I helped you build this new empire, so I’m just as invested in protecting it as you are. But Natsu, personal emotions have led to the downfall of many in this business, and as a friend, I’ll check you any time I think you’re going to far.”

“You’re right…” Natsu sighed too. “She just gets me so worked up.”

“Don’t I know it,” Gray laughed, but stopped when Natsu glared at him. “Sorry, it slipped out.”

“But I swear, there’s something suspicious about him. When he saw me, I thought he just reacted because he thought I was Lucy’s boyfriend or something, but the more I think about it, he might have recognized me.”

“Well, that wouldn’t necessarily be suspicious either.”

“True. But the look in his eyes just made me wonder.”

“Alright…” Gray groaned, “if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll have someone do some digging. So, you said he has orange hair and glasses, and the name on his tag was Loke?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s an unusual name, shouldn’t be too hard to check on.”

Over the course of a couple of weeks, Gray sent out feelers for any information on this Loke guy. Katsunuma junior gave them their first small lead that the bartender had worked the party through a local food catering company. That catering company was a legitimate business who had both full-time staff as well as independent contractors brought in per event as needed. Loke had been one of the latter. From there Gray obtained a last name, de Lioncourt.

According to his sources at the local precinct, Loke de Lioncourt had no rap sheet, no prior dealings with police, and for all they knew was an average citizen. The man’s Line blog profile listed him as a 28-year-old, Japanese/French American, model and bartender, and it was filled with pictures from events, parties, as well as many gorgeous women— none of which contained Lucy. But as Gray trolled through the man’s feed, he did come across one person he recognized and passed the information along to Natsu.

“Wow, she’s in a bunch of photos,” Natsu mumbled as he scrolled through the blog.

“Well, considering Cana’s reputation are you surprised. Parties and alcohol are the two things that woman lives for.” Gray laughed. “Now see, this makes sense to me. Lucy and him, not so much.”

“Tch… still pisses me off he even tried.”

“Lucy’s a free woman, she can go out with whoever she wants to.”

“We’ll see about that,” Natsu mumbled low.

“What was that?” Gray asked with a raised brow.

“Nothing.”

“Better be nothing, cause this is a dead end. He’s just a flirty bartender. It’s how they make tips.”

“Yeah, yeah, fine.” Natsu sat back in his chair. “So, back to business. What this I heard about some missing stock?”

“Oh, right. One of the warehouse clerks noticed a shortage, but when I checked with Yura, he said the books were fine. I had him show it to me, and it appears the numbers were just inverted by accident. So, instead of 185 kilos, it’s supposed to be 158 kilos.”

“Did you talk to the clerk again? Does he have any history of messing up like this?”

“Nah, he’s one of our better clerks.”

“Just keep an eye on it.”

“Sure thing, boss. By the way, have you seen Gajeel today?” Gray questioned. “I haven’t seen him.”

“He called me this morning said he wasn’t feeling well, thinks he ate something bad for dinner last night.”

“Tch, seriously? Thought he had an iron stomach?”

Natsu shrugged. “Must’a been some bad sushi or something. We ain’t got much happening today, so it’s fine. Anything else? I got some stuff I need to finish.”

Gray tapped his chin. “Just a reminder you have an appointment with our tech guy dropping by later this week to go over some upgrades on the system.”

“Like I’m supposed to know anything about that stuff, it’s what I pay him for.”

“You still gotta approve it,” Gray shrugged and took his leave.

Once the man was completely out of the office, Natsu opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a nondescript box he’d hidden inside. He grinned to himself. It was time to make another special delivery. Even though he’d told Gray he was backing off the whole Lucy and Loke subject, there was no way he was gonna let it slide. Natsu didn’t care if the man seemed legit, and he wasn’t the first nor would probably be the last that he’d eventually scared away. And besides, being a Yakuza boss had a lot of down times too, easily filled with having a little fun.

Today’s little care package was being sent to Lucy by a courier service and Natsu just had to drop it off to the delivery company. Just a normal company like Kuroneko Yamato so it wouldn’t rouse too many suspicions. It was turning into a fun game for him just coming up with ideas of what he could do to rile Lucy up or irritate this Loke guy. Natsu chuckled to himself. So far, his favorite prank was a box of small sized condoms and a bottle of enhancement pills that he’d had delivered to Loke while on the job at another party. He’d even snuck in to watch it delivered, gaining a good laugh when the man took a peek in the box and frowned at its contents.

It was childish, but Natsu didn’t care. Every day for two weeks now, something new was sent to Loke. Random gifts like children’s candy to a toy gun, a big bottle of lubricant wrapped in a bow, a week’s worth of meals sent for lunch one day, even an empty box with rocks inside it just to drive the man crazy wondering who in the world was sending them. Lucy too wasn’t immune to his pranks, though hers had a different feel to them. Flowers with no note attached. Tickets to a canceled show he made up. A supposed dinner invite from Loke that wasn’t real— okay that was to test her, but she didn’t fall for it. And today’s little care package fit right into his prank scheme.

Natsu dropped off the package at a Kuroneko Yamato office with the address instructions already filled out and paid the company’s employee extra to keep their mouths shut. ‘She’s gonna kill me one day,’ he laughed to himself as he rode back to his office. ‘If it’s suffocation by her boobs it wouldn’t be a bad way to go!’

“Anymore stops sir?” The driver asked Natsu.

“Nope. Back to the office.”

He looked at his watch. The package should be arriving at Lucy’s office within the hour. Give or take another to open it, and by 4pm he would be receiving another phone call. Maybe he won’t answer it. Oh, that would piss her off even more! ‘Well, if she’d just take the hint...’

The afternoon was supposed to be mellow at headquarters that day. No shipments, and no appointments. But when Natsu got back, another general in the organization named Jellal Fernandez came to his office to inform him of a problem. One of the new local restaurants in their territory was refusing to cooperate and he wanted to know how Natsu wanted it handled. They were right in the middle of discussing it, when Natsu’s office door flew open with a loud bang!

In stomped Lucy who immediately threw a box at his head, causing Natsu to duck and Jellal to pull his gun.

“Don’t!” Natsu screamed at his general and motioned for him to stand down, to which the man complied. “Do you have a death wish Lucy!”

“Get. Out.” She snapped at the general. “Get out! This is between me and your boss!”

Jellal looked to Natsu, who nodded his head to scram. “I got this, don’t worry.” The man holstered his gun and left, but Natsu could see he’d stayed right outside of the now closed door.

“I take it you didn’t like the gift,” Natsu pretended to stay calm.

“Gee, me throwing it at you give you that impression? I know it’s you sending all these damn deliveries to me and Loke. That needs to stop now!”

He crossed his arms and scoffed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Play dumb all you want. Just stop! Why are you even doing this?!”

“Take a guess,” he sneered back.

“I could’ve sworn we were adults now, but apparently I’m the only one who grew up. Stay out of my love life Natsu!”

“So, you admit you’re sleeping with the guy!”

“That’s none of your damn business! I can fuck whoever I want!”

“Not as long as I’m alive,” Natsu growled back.

Lucy crossed her arms. “That could be arranged.”

“Is that a threat?!”

“Yes! If you don’t stay out of my love life!”

“A woman shouldn’t be sleepi—”

“Don’t you finish that sentence!” Lucy grabbed a stapler that was within reach and chucked it at Natsu’s head. “Stop trying to control me!”

“Are you crazy?!”

At that moment, Gray barged into the room. He’d heard the screaming from the other side of the office, and when he got close enough to see Jellal standing outside the door, he became alarmed. Why would a general leave Natsu vulnerable! The man told him their boss told him to leave, but as the sounds inside escalated, Gray couldn’t wait anymore.

“Stop it!!” Gray got between them. “What are you two doing! Lucy you shouldn’t be here!”

“Then tell your damn boss to leave me the fuck alone!” Lucy spat back. “Ask him how he’s been harassing Loke and me!”

Gray turned to his boss with a groan. “Natsu, we talked about this!”

“Tell Gray what you been doing!” Lucy pressed. “Show him the stupid packages you send!”

“What packages?” Gray looked to Lucy, then repeated the question as he stared at his boss. “What packages?”

“Tch,” Natsu crossed his arms, “it’s not even that bad.”

Lucy stomped over to where the box fell and picked it up, pulling the contents out. “Bullshit!” She snapped as she held up a very racy, red nightie with flame prints, a pair of fluffy handcuffs, and a large dildo. “See this shit?!” Lucy shook the floppy latex toy at Gray before chucking it to the ground again. “He includes messages too,” then handed the man a folded piece of paper.

Gray read it aloud, “to make up for what playboy lacks. Had it custom made to my size wink wink. Ugh, seriously man,” he tossed the letter.

Natsu shrugged. “I was just having fun.”

“This is the yakuza, not a daycare!” Gray snaps. “I’m not here to babysit the boss so he stops harassing the competition! There’s more important business to worry about!”

“That’s right listen to Gray,” Lucy sneered.

Gray turned to her. “Oh, you ain’t innocent either, so don’t even try it. You both do things to purposely rile the other up and get mad when there’s consequences. Stop it!” He looked back and forth between the two. “Just stop it already!”

Natsu and Lucy looked away from the man with scowls on their faces. Neither wanted to admit he was right.

“Jellal,” Gray called out. When the man entered, he instructed him to escort Lucy out of there. “Next time, just call me instead. It’s best you two just stay away from each other. Got it?!”

“Yeah,” Lucy grumped.

“Got it?!” Gray questioned his boss.

“Yeah,” Natsu mumbled.

“Fucking like high school,” Gray ran a hand down his face in irritation. “You two need therapy.”

#nalu #nalu au #nalu fan fic #nalu fan fiction #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #ch 6 #we'll take back heaven #petri808

[aliwritesfic]

Our Black Hearts (F!Reader x Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels)

Summary: Jack Daniels had long given up on avenging his murdered wife, instead choosing to travel west through the ruins of the United States to a small town called Deepwell. It's a fresh start, where nobody knows him. The thought of vengeance was almost out of mind until he found out about the towns book club and the gossip trade that happened there. So he joins, and figures it can't hurt to keep an ear out for news of the man who killed his wife.

Overall warnings: Death, violence, a lot of swearing, drinking, trauma, PTSD, angst

Warnings for this part: Drinking, mention of dead loved ones, smut, P in V sex, oral (F & M receiving), somewhat rough sex

Wordcount: 2.4k

Tags: Post-apocalypse AU, casual lovers, revenge

Part 2 (coming soonish)

The book club was a group of the only twelve people in the town who could read more than the few basic words that were usually taught. It wasn’t like an old-world book club, were people would gather to discuss the books they read – it was more of a book exchange, but the members preferred the word club. Of course, there were discussions, but they were seldom about books. They met once a week, usually on a Wednesday but sometimes on Fridays, and mostly talked about news they had heard from passing traders, letters given by couriers from family. This was how Jack got most of his information.

Jack Daniels was the newest member of this club. He was the newest resident of the Deepwell township, having come through one scorching hot Tuesday afternoon on the back of a trader’s caravan. He had taken one look at the dingy little town with its long-abandoned homes and decided that this was as far as he was willing to travel. Of course, he had to speak with the self-appointed Mayor, Lucy Jonas-Green, so she could assess his “suitability”. The interview had been a short one, consisting of only four questions, the grizzled old woman glaring at him through narrowed grey eyes.

“You good at shootin’?” Question one.

“Best I know.” It wasn’t a brag if it was true, Jack reasoned.

“Got any skills?” Question two.

“I’m good at buildin’ shit, I can stay awake for two days if I need to, I can read and write some stuff . . . I’m pretty good with a whip.”

“Why here?” Question three.

“Got sick of travelling.”

“What’s your name?” Question four.

“Jack.”

Lucy Jonas-Green had deliberated for exactly one minute, during which time Jack grew increasingly uncomfortable under her gaze. He felt like she could see directly into his soul, like she was deciding exactly how shit-stained it was. The only indication of her approval was a slight nod of the head. At that, a young boy, probably no older than thirteen, rushed over to greet him. The kid was chatty, but harmless.

It was through this kid that Jack first found out about the book club. He hadn’t been interested at first – just because he could read didn’t mean he liked to read. But at the mention of it being the towns main source of news from across the Fallen States, the chance of hearing something about the group that attacked Black Ridge was too good to pass up.

So now, he sat with the book club, a yellowed, mouldy copy of 1984 in his hands, ears pricked for any mention of a merc group led by a man with one eye and eleven fingers. A few months before he had finally settled in Deepwell, he had given up on his search and his quest for revenge. There had been no mention of him anywhere along the eastern townships, so Jack had headed west, deciding to leave the cruel memories of his wife behind. Now, he figured it couldn’t hurt to just listen.

But for weeks now, nothing. Whatever hope had rekindled itself in his chest was dying away, making room for cruel acceptance. Another meeting concluded, and Jack tucked the book carefully in his jacket. As much as he didn’t enjoy reading, he had a healthy respect for the leader of the book club and the threat of slitting his throat should something happen to the books she shared with the group.

The sun was low in the sky as he stepped outside, casting long shadows on the cracked pavement. People were beginning to move as the sunset, the harshest of its rays now dulled by the horizon. Electric streetlights slowly flickered on; the entire town was powered by recommissioned solar panels that someone much smarter than Jack had rigged up a decade ago. Jack considered his options for the night: either he could go back to the house he shared with a small family and scrounge up a meal of whatever was left in his room before a trader came through town tomorrow night, or he could go to the only bar in town, order several of whatever alcohol was in stock and a bowl of the ‘stew of the day’ which was usually just a root vegetable and some unidentified meat. Jack chose the bar.

The bar was the largest building in Deepwell, three stories tall and enough beds to sleep the entire population of the town twice over. The place smelt of stale booze and dust, a smell that seemed to be common over the entirety of the Fallen States. A jukebox in the corner played old world tunes on a loop.

“Evenin’, Jack.” The owner of the bar, Marcus, nodded his head in Jack’s direction. Jack nodded back and took off his hat – an old-world style that someone had once called ‘cowboy’. “Just the usual?”

“Yep, and keep the drinks coming,” Jack sat down at a small table close to the exit, his body always slightly angled to run at a moment’s notice, an old habit that he couldn’t seem to shake. A bowl of steaming stew was set down in front of him, along with a glass of murky amber liquid.

That’s when he noticed he was being watched. A woman sat in the corner, staring at him over a half empty glass of whiskey. Jack raised a brow and realised his recognised her. She was in the book club, too, but he didn’t remember her name. Everyone seemed to call her Chase. Jack was surprised she didn’t break her gaze when his eyes met hers, and against his better judgement, he put his hat back on, picked up his bowl and glass and walked over to her.

“This seat taken?” he asked. Without waiting for an answer, he set his food down on the table and sat.

~

Something about Jack Daniels intrigued you. Maybe it was the hat, or the facial hair he somehow managed to keep contained to a thick, neat moustache. Or maybe it was just the most annoyingly handsome person to ever come through Deepwell. Now he sat across from you, sipping on bathtub whiskey.

“Chase isn’t it?” he said after downing his glass.

“That’s what they call me,” you said. “What do they call you?”

Jack smirked. “Depends who you ask. Some like Dirty Bastard, others Motherfucker. For a while I was known as Whiskey. But you can call me whatever you like.” He finished with a wink.

“Jack it is,” you said with a roll of your eyes, but you would be lying to yourself if you weren’t a little charmed. “So, what brings you to book club, Jack?”

“Why, my love of old-world literature, of course.”

You leant back in your seat and tilted your head. He was lying, that much was obvious. But why? What was the point of lying? You looked into his eyes, a deep brown, and wondered if he was worth the trouble. He might be worth it for the night, you thought.

“Let’s pretend for a moment that I believe that,” you said, and Jack looked mildly surprised. “What’s taken you so long to come up and introduce yourself? You’ve been in town what now? Three months?”

“Two and a half,” Jack corrected, “and what gives you the impression I don’t care for literature?”

“Answer my question and I’ll answer yours,” you countered. Was this flirting? You hadn’t done it in so long, and the most practice you had was when you were working in the town garden, daydreaming about the heroes of the romance novels you kept in a safe in the corner of your room.

“Well, well, well,” Jack leant forward on his elbows, his gaze unreadable underneath his ridiculous hat. “I don’t have a reason for you, doll, but if it makes you feel better, I haven’t introduced myself to most people here.”

You settled for this explanation, knowing that Jack had been somewhat of a recluse around town since he had arrived. You decide to answer his question. “I know you don’t give a shit about books. It’s obvious you care more about the goss. Your ears practically twitch. What are you listening for?”

Jack deliberated for a moment; you could see on his face that he really was conflicted about telling you. He finished his mystery stew and finally speaks. “I’m looking for a man, have been for a few years now. He killed my wife, and I wanna kill him.”

“A simple revenge,” you said. “What makes you think you think news will turn up in Deepwell?”

“I didn’t,” Jack said, “I’d given up when I first came here. Figured it was best for my soul to do so – but then I heard about this club, and I guess it can’t hurt to keep an ear out for rumblin’s of a man with eleven fingers and one eye.”

“Eleven fingers?” Your stomach dropped, but you kept your face neutral.

“And one eye,” Jack nodded.

“Did you find out his name?” You asked. Maker don’t let it be Elijah. Don’t let him be alive. Jack shook his head.

“Naw, but eleven fingers and one eye, how many people could be runnin’ ‘round the Fallen States like that?” Jack shrugged, something akin to grief flittered briefly across his face, and you realised he was right. Having only one eye wasn’t unusual, a lot of people were missing some body part or another, but eleven fingers . . . you couldn’t deny the coincidence.

“Anyway,” Jack smirked at you, “you haven’t asked the most important question of all.”

You raised a brow. “Oh? And what’s that?”

“Are we takin’ this back to yours or mine, doll?”

~ Jack’s body is hard against yours, a sharp contrast to the softness of his lips. His shirt is off, discarded on the floor of your small bedroom. He kisses hungrily down your neck, his tongue darting along your collarbone. A moan escapes your lips as he slides his calloused hands along the bare skin of your stomach, roughly tugging at the frayed waistband of your jeans. His fingers find your wetness, easily finding your sensitive clit with his thumb. You groaned, head lolling forward into his sweaty neck.

“You like that?” he whispered into your ear; goosebumps raced along your body. His thumb made careful, slow circles along your clit. “Tell me you like it.”

“I like it,” you whined, bucking your hips in pleasure. A low groan escaped Jack’s throat at your words, spurring him on. He forces your pants off completely and discards them in the growing pile of clothes on the floor. He drops to his knees and pulls you closer, lips trailing delicately along your inner thighs. Then without warning, his tongue is lapping up the wetness of your clit, two fingers pumping your tight hole.

“Jack,” you whimper, the need for more sending you crazy. His dark eyes met yours over the top of your stomach, his tongue still working your clit. You’re hungry for him, the look of pure lust in his eyes spurring you to places you had never thought about. You sit up and place a hand on his shoulder, shuddering as another wave of pleasure rippled through your body. The look in your eyes must’ve told him what you want to do, because he stood and stepped back, allowing you room to get on your knees in front of him.

He undid his belt buckle with fingers still slick from your pussy and pulled his pants down. His cock sprang forward, making your mouth water with how fucking big it was. The head glistened with a bead of pre-cum. You leant forward and licked it off, before taking as much of his length in your mouth as you could. He groaned, his fingers tangling through your hair.

“Fuck, deeper,” his voice was husky with desire, and you happily obliged, taking him so you could feel him almost at the back of your throat. His fingers in your hair tightened, a pleasant pain on your skull. He groaned and pulled your head back, staring into your eyes. “I need you.”

You tugged him towards the mattress, pushing him on his back. You climb atop, feeling strangely dominant. His cock slid against the wetness of your hole, head entering before you pulled your hips away, a teasing smile on your lips. You go on like this, letting him enter a little further in you each time, enjoying the tortured look on his face, enjoying it even more when his eyes snapped open as you let him in completely. He moaned loudly, holding onto your hips tightly.

“Doll,” his word was muffled by his mouth on your tit, teeth latching onto your nipple. You rocked back and forth, clenching around his cock as an orgasm threatened to rip you from your body. Jack seemed to realise this, and flipped you both so you were on your back and he was standing, still inside you. He pulled you so your ass was off the mattress, your legs wrapped around his waist.

“Maker, you’re so fucking sexy,” he fucked you hard and rough, his dark gaze never leaving yours. His thumb was on your clit again, teasing you as an orgasm ripped through you. You moaned his name, your pussy clenching tightly around him. He grinned devilishly down at you, leaning forward to kiss you as he continued to thrust. He tasted of you, driving his tongue into your mouth. You met this eagerly, whimpering against his lips as yet another orgasm moved you.

“I can’t hold on,” Jack groaned, and before you could say a thing, he pulled out of you, hot cum spurting onto your stomach. He slumped next to you, obviously spent.

“Holy shit,” you muttered, scanning the room for something to wipe the cum up with.

“Holy shit is right, doll,” Jack said. Sweat beaded along his brow and he cracked open an eye to watch you wipe up with a shirt that was so full of holes it was unwearable. Silver moonlight filtered through the dirty window, casting shadows across his beautiful face. You laid down next to him, feeling a small shiver run through you as he curved his warm naked body against yours.

You would tell him, you decided. You would tell him you knew who he was looking for, and that you might know where to find him. But in the morning, so as not to mar the beautiful just fucked haze that enveloped your mind.

Tagging @sharkbait77 because she's lovely and I'm nervous about this one.

#jack daniels x f!reader #jack whiskey daniels #kingsmen golden circle #i havent written sexy stuff in so long was it as weird as it felt

[wildwildwasteland]

for the ask meme 1-7 for nox and the rest for xavier

Oh hell yeah!! (putting some of this behind a cut in case it's long)

What perk would they give the player?

The Chariot: When Nox is a companion, you gain a boost to your base movement speed, and low level enemies may flee from you. However, you take -1 LCK and speech checks have a chance to be influenced by her Terrifying Presence.

How do you recruit them? are there multiple methods?

Nox may be recruited through accepting the quest Dead or Alive. The NCR is offering 1000 caps for Nox's head or capture. If you accept, Nox will find you herself and you can try to fight her, or agree to help her run stolen NCR guns for the Westside Militia. If you choose the latter option, she becomes available as a permanent companion.

What raises and lowers their affinity?

Raises Affinity: doing quests for Westside, North Vegas and Freeside. [The biggest boost comes from completing Red Lucy's quest]

Loses Affinity: helping the NCR or Brotherhood of Steel. When her affinity reaches 0, if you cannot pass a speech check, she will kill you outright.

How do they react to certain things? what do they say? (eg. lockpicking, grabbing junk, killing?)

Looting [body]: "Do not waste time. We must keep moving.” / "Keep your caps. However, if you find any eggs..."

Hacking: "Next time, allow me to take care of the computer work. I shall grow old waiting on you."

Killing non-hostile: "Be cautious whom you go making enemies with."

Do they periodically give the player items? what kind of items?

Nox will occasionally give a free healing powder if asked. Once a day, you may request to pet Stink, her gila monster, and he will provide you a temporary +1 to a random attribute. 

Would they be able to do specialised task? (eg. repairs, hacking)

She's the Hackerman, and can provide access to any locked terminal.

Would they be romancable?

This is the most important question... But yeah, after completing her companion quest there would be a route towards being able to flirt/romance.

Romancing Nox would be a bit different though. She has a bigger heart than she lets on, but her approach to relationships is unconventional. While she’s had a lot of flings, she hasn’t ever been in a serious, committed relationship.

now for Xavier:

Do they have a unique outfit or weapon?

Xavier always wears his leather jacket, army pants and camo bandana. He also has a unique 10mm pistol: X's 10mm. This was his sidearm before the bombs fell.

What would be their personal quest, if they have one?

I don't have one for FNV Xav yet, but his post-game fo4 one is:

Old Revolutions: Help Xavier make peace with his past. While he hasn't truly accepted the deaths of his best friend, his mother and his sister, Xavier realizes needs to find some kind of closure. He will ask the player to travel north with him, to try and reach his mother's house in Muskeg Lake and give what proper goodbye he can.

What are their opinions on certain factions? (eg. brotherhood, NCR)

Xavier doesn't vibe with most factions. He worked with the Minutemen and Railroad until post-game, but had problems with their methods and limited ideas on who deserves helping.

In his Courier AU he works for the NCR but becomes disillusioned with them quickly, and goes AWOL and joins up with the Followers.

General voice lines? (in reaction to companion wheel selections)

(Gonna just pick a few of these to save on space)

Stealth: {to himself, quietly} "Just like old times."

Be Passive: "Of course. I'm not looking for a fight."

Be Aggressive: {hesitantly} "If you say so..."

Wait Here: "Lucky thing I brought that book... Wait-- Ah good, there it is. Whew. Anyway bye."

Follow Me: "Ooh, I love road trips."

Send Them to the Lucky 38: "Can't wait to sleep in a real bed for a change. Do hotels still have cable?"

Where would you find them in the world?

Xavier can be found either in Starlight Drive-Inn, out behind the movie screen. Alternately, you can find him in Freeside, hosting a midnight showing of a Space Trip holotape, projected on the side of one of the abandoned buildings.

Which game would they be from?

I have versions of him in both Fallout 4 and New Vegas.

#tysm anon! #this took a while sorry!! #asks #ask meme / #courier nox #sosu xavier

[boarix]

7 Day S.P.E.C.I.A.L.

3. Essential Personnel

Starring: Courier 6 Snowflake, Craig Boone and Rex (Fallout New Vegas (as part of the Wraith in the Ruins AU))

Trigger warnings: canon violence/language/gun use/animal injury/suggestive content

 “It’s a shit gun, Snow.”

“It’ll be fine, Bubba.”

“No.” Craig Boone’s headshake was a subtle motion, almost like he was working a kink out of his neck. He held the AMR out toward the courier, “It jams.”

“You mean, ‘it has jammed’.” Snowflake gave the other man his brightest smile, “That rifle has incredible power at long range…”

“I’d do better with mine, closer…”

“Nope, I need you to stay up here. You can see into the quarry, right?”

Snowflake was on a mission to collect the head of an alpha male deathclaw as proof to Chomps Lewis that Quarry Junction was clear as well as a clutch of deathclaw eggs for the ravishing leader of The Thorn, Red Lucy. His optimistic declaration of “two birds with one stone” wasn’t sitting well with his somber companion. Especially once Snowflake had told him the plan.

“The scope is fine. I just don’t think it’s safe for you to have me so far away.”

“Bubba, if shit goes sideways, I’m gonna need room.” He held his large arms out to either side, flexing.

Boone was unimpressed, “Take Rex with you.”

The dog had been intensely sniffing at a crack in the cliffside but trotted over to Boone as soon as he heard his name. The sniper, in turn, absentmindedly shouldered the enormous rifle to reach down to pat his flank.

“Well, I can’t do that. Who’s gonna have your back if we’re both down there?”

Boone pointed over his shoulder, “The mountain.”

Snowflake frowned down at the dog, “I guess so… you wanna come with daddy and go chase some lizards?” While the dog pranced about, barking enthusiastically, the courier did a last check on his equipment.

When he saw that the courier picked up his Blade of the West, (dubbed Butter Knife) Boone frowned critically, “You’re not taking that thing with you, are you?”

“Craig Daniel Boone, please stop nagging me!” He turned away to begin his careful decent from the cliff.

“My middle name isn’t Daniel…”

“It was a joke, Bubba.”

“No. Jokes are funny.”

 The plan was simple: using Stealth Boys, the courier would sneak past and count the resident deathclaws while locating the clutch of eggs. Along the way he would deploy frag mines, and then find his own perch to snipe from. They would each take one or two strategic shots to stir the reptiles up, and then eliminate the threat in relative safety. Or as Snowflake had put it, “It’ll be easy! Like shootin’ fish in a barrel.”

After politely telling the dog to stay, Snowflake activated a Stealth-Boy and crept along the narrow canyon and down into the quarry floor. He caught a whiff of deathclaw scat and followed his nose around a particularly large conveyer/excavator, laying mines as he went. Despite his earlier bravado he was still momentarily frozen when he turned a corner and came face to face with sleeping juvenile. He sucked in his breath as the beast grunted and shifted in its sleep. Satisfied that it was going to carry on in dreamland, he peered around its haunch and saw that its brethren were all in a similar repose.

Apparently, it was dragon nap time.      

Finally locating the eggs, he removed his shoulder bag and carefully packed them away. As he turned to head back to the excavator he was hit with a waft of the cloying smell of death and rot. The odor was sufficient warning and he dodged to his left as an enormous, sickle-shaped claw slashed through the air; missing him by a hair’s breadth. Abandoning stealth in favor of speed he sprinted toward the conveyor in the hopes that the beast wouldn’t be able to climb up the boom after him. The deathclaw reared back and bellowed, rousing its pack to war.

Shit may have been heading in an adjacent direction.

Not only was the deathclaw able to climb the conveyor belt, it was doing so much faster than Snowflake was. Dodging on the narrow platform while the creature took swipes at him took all of his coordination and he was too hard-pressed to get off a rifle shot. At a certain point he ended up hanging underneath while it tried in vain to poke its claws through the gap between the belt and the steel frame. Glancing down, he could see a rather large gathering of the lizards forming underneath him.

“Well, doesn’t that just rot yer socks…?”  

 Boone sat waiting for the signal shot. Switching between the gun scope and his binoculars he was muttering to himself in frustration, “Too damn long. Can’t see anybody. Where are you?” It never occurred to him to change position. After all, the courier told him to ‘stay’.

 Snowflake watched in frustration as the quarry’s full complement of deathclaws (save for his conveyer belt companion) avoided his mines and settled themselves beneath him, waiting for his arm strength to give out. He briefly considered whistling for Rex, but dismissed it just as quickly. Sure, the dog might have provided a useful distraction, but he might also be hurt and the courier would rather die than let that happen. Desperate times called for desperate measures, “Well, now that I have all y’alls attention, won’t you please consider this?” Letting go with one hand, he grabbed a frag grenade from his belt, pulled the pin with his teeth and dropped it.

Several of them leaped out of the way which triggered the mines which in turn triggered the vehicles and other machinery. Soon the entire quarry floor was flashing and shaking as one explosion after another rocked the very earth.

“Ooopsfuckingshit!”

 Boone was confused by the sudden light show. This wasn’t the signal that he and the courier had discussed. The percussive blasts reaching his ears snapped him back to his task and he looked through the AMR’s scope for his first target. The clouds of dust and debris made this nearly impossible and when he finally found a deathclaw to aim for, the gun jammed. Looking down at the useless rifle and then at the hellfire of the quarry, the sniper decided that, regardless of orders, Snowflake needed him.

Throwing the gun to the ground, he half ran, half slid, down the side of the ridge. The sharp rocks rolled up the sleeve of his uniform jacket and cut his arm in the process. Ignoring the wound, he drew his combat knife and sprinted as fast as he could toward were he judged the first explosion came from.

What he saw he couldn’t fully comprehend.

There was what appeared to be a glowing one fighting the few surviving deathclaws. Leaping, spinning and dodging, it was wielding Butter Knife in an expert display of swordsmanship. Slicing at the tendons in wrist, knee and ankle, they brought down several of the beasts, rendering them helpless. Then, to Boone’s further astonishment, they brandished Snowflake’s revolver, sending shot after shot into the open mouths and eyes of the creatures.

When the alpha charged the glowing warrior, they sent out an enormous blast of radiation causing the beast to stager and rear back from the heat. Then, taking advantage of the deathclaw’s exposed throat, they made several slices in rapid succession, the last swing causing the head to come free and fly in Boone’s direction. When the sniper stepped out of the way, the glowing one saw the movement from their peripheral and raised the magnum as if to shoot.

Sudden recognition froze Boone in his tracks as he stared into the unmistakable eyes of his friend. Rather than make an attempt to evade, he threw his arms out wide and flexed his chest toward Snowflake; as if asking him to shoot.

“Boone?!” Lowering the now melting revolver, the glowing courier slammed the remains of Butter Knife into the ashen quarry floor and leaned heavily against it, “What the fuck!”

“What do you mean ‘what that fuck’? WHAT THE FUCK TO YOU?!” Suddenly angry, the sniper yelled back at his friend, “ARE YOU… what… How are you doing that!?”

“Never mind this, did you just… what were you… do you know what it would do to me if I accidentally shot you?!”

“I just thought… that if it was you… I’d be okay with it being you.” Boone was so confused and mentally turned around; he didn’t know what to do or where to look and he stood awkwardly with blood dripping from his fingers.

“I need your help! I can’t do this without you! And that’s… that is not how I want to show my love for you, Boone.”

“You… love me?”

The halo of light around Snowflake had begun to diminish. It was becoming clear that all of his clothes, hair and a good portion of his skin had burned away. Exhausted, he dropped to his knees and would have fallen over, had Boone not rushed to catch him.

The sniper took off his jacket and tucked the other man into it, “What are you talking about?!”

Snowflake smiled up at him and when he spoke, his voice, although ragged, was closer to normal, “You’re my best friend; of course I love ya. You’re my brother, Boone.”

“Oh.” The sniper gave the courier a brief squeeze and looked around at the carnage, “This got messy. Where’s Rex?”

“You wrap up your arm, take some Rad-X and go look for him. I need to just… I have to lay here a minnit.”

After about an hour, Boone returned carrying both the dog (who despite having lost both of his rear cyber limbs, seemed to be pain-free and happy) and miraculously, Snowflake’s pack.

“I’m sorry super pup! Don’t worry; I know Raul can fix you up.” Snowflake was in a fetal position, trying to fit as much of himself as possible into Boone’s coat and his voice was muffled, “Ha ha, that rhymed!”

“Are you… going to be okay?”

“Sure. This isn’t the first time this has happened, you know? Although… I’m always afraid my hair won’t grow back. Do me a favor and don’t tell anyone? People wouldn’t understand.”

“I don’t understand.”

 Boone went back up the cliff to retrieve the rest of their equipment (including spare clothes for Snowflake) and then the trio spent the night huddled together. In the morning, Snowflake’s condition had much improved and had even begun to grow back skin.

“Is that where your nickname come from? Why you wear gloves? From the scars?”

“Yes and no.” The courier was surprised and a little excited that Boone would ask him such personal questions, “I wasn’t nuclear for very long yesterday and these burns are… different. It’ll take a little bit but I should regrow most of what skin I lost yesterday. No, these…” he held out his hands and gestured to his face, “are from when I was a kid and my family’s wagon hit a land mine. I wasn’t in it; was riding our big horner, Ladd, alongside. The shrapnel cut me up real bad and I burned my hands trying to pull my brother from the wreck. Other families in our caravan took pity on me and would share their food, but their kids started calling me ‘Snowflake’ on account of all my little white scars.” His smile was forced, “No two alike!”

Boone was quiet for a moment as he studied the courier’s face. When he spoke his voice was soft, “Kids can be mean. Why did you keep the nickname?”

“Well, I figured I’d steal some of their fun by ownin’ it. Sides, ‘a snowflake in the desert’ sounds romantic, right? Who doesn’t root for the underdog?”

“Right.”

“Speakin’ of dogs; which would you prefer?” He gestured to Rex and then the severed head of the alpha deathclaw, “Doggy style or head?”

Boone rolled his eyes as he gathered the dog into his arms, “I’ll carry Rex, thanks.”

“Oh, c’mon, Bubba, that was a joke!”

“No. Jokes are funny.”

#Vault720 #7DayChallenge #fallout fanfic #fallout fan fiction #fallout writing prompts #fallout new vegas #craig boone #boone #courier 6 #fallout companions #theartofblossoming

[spooky-donut-ghost-house]

Next playthrough of New Vegas I'm gonna play Lucy

Basically instead of growing up in a vault Lucy is well acquainted with the wasteland as she grew up in NCR controlled California

Eventually after Heck Gunderson bought out her family's farm she decided to head east and ended up in Nevada where she made a living as a courier

One day she takes a job were she has to deliver a strange package to Vegas but gets ambushed by some Great Khans and a dude in an ugly suit and gets shot in the head and buried alive

Next thing she knows she wakes up in this old guy's house and she can't remember a thing

#fallout #fallout show #fallout television series #fallout television show #fallout tv #fallout tv show #fallout tv series #fallout amazon prime #amazon prime fallout #fallout amazon #amazon's fallout #amazon fallout #amazon prime's fallout #prime fallout #fallout prime #fallout the series #fallout the show #fallout 2024 #fnv #fallout new vegas #lucy maclean #courier six #courier 6 #fnv courier #the courier #courier!lucy au

[pynkhues]

what place do you think the girls will be robbing next? (since mae’s wearing the mask)

Oh! What a fun question, anon! Given it’ll probably be in the first couple of episodes (if not 4.01), I feel like it’ll probably be a place we’re familiar with? 

Initially I thought maybe the nail salon to get the colour they need again for the cash, but they already did that pretty successfully with Sara, so I don’t know if they’d need to go full ski-mask for it again? 

I wonder if it’ll be something like Paper Porcupine to steal the printing press, but that doesn’t seem like it’d be the easiest thing to transport, plus it’d be a pretty telling thing to steal. Maybe the courier office that Fitzpatrick works at given we know now that the girls are trying to call off the hit? Maybe they want to steal something to hold it over his head to try and strongarm him into calling off the hit? Sort of like they tried to do with Lucy and Au Jus? 

Or oh! Maybe it’s Rio’s bar, hahaha. 

I’m not sure! I’m so excited to find out though.

Does anyone else have any theories? 

#gg 4.01 #gg season 4 #crime time #speculation #gg spoilers #welcome to my ama #Anonymous

[samporterbbridges]

YESSS YOU FINISHED THE GAME, NICE!! I'VE BEEN SITTING ON THIS AU IDEA FOR A WHILE AND LIke,,, what if back Before higgs ever became Evil and Bad and was still just a courier, what if he had met Sam first instead of Amelie. Like, we know that obviously Amelie was the one who kind of urged him to betray Fragile and help bring about the last death stranding, but what if he had met Sam instead? A Sam who was still considered a legend among couriers, but who was secretly (1)

@runnin-out-oftime @beached-things ((which ever blog you want to respond from))

YEEEES IM FINALLY DONE! I’m so broken over this game yet also so happy with it. I’ve been dying this whole time to finally get to the end so we can chat more about goldenbridges!!!!

Ahhhh this AU concept is sooo good!!! Like imagine how differently Higgs might have turned out, hell even imagine how differently Sam might be. Like does he meet him post what happened to (I think her names Lucy?) Sams wife?

I wonder how Amelie would fit into the AU, do you think she still tries to approach Higgs? Or will she go after someone else to help carry out her plans?

I can definitely see Sam and Higgs bonding over their own tragedies. They’re both so broken over their pasts that it’s probably a relief to finally have someone to talk to about it, someone who gets it.

If Amelie did still try to get to Higgs, do you think he would have responded differently? If his connection to Sam was strong enough do you think Higgs would have just told Sam what she was offering him? This could also end really angsty with Higgs betraying Sam....

#death stranding #sam #higgs #goldenbridges #death stranding AU

[starblazerm31]

Eighteen, twenty-two, twenty-four :3

Thank you so much!

EIGHTEEN| What are your apprentice and their LI’s pet names for each other?

They all tend to use a lot of pet names.

w/Julian:  J to A:  “Captain,” “darling,” “dearest,” “temptress,” and mostly “Angel”

A to J:  “baby,” “handsome,” “you giant eel,” “my world,” and “Lieutenant”

w/Lucio:  L to A:  “hot stuff,” “baby,” “firecracker,” (for modern AU) “Master Exploder” (L: ‘cause she makes me explode if ya know what I mean…) and mostly “Azzie”

A to L:  “gorgeous,” “pretty bastard,” “Luci,” “honey,” “babe,” “bad boy,” and “sweetheart”

They tend to keep it simple.

Asra to Imalia:  “Professor,” and “Mal”

Imalia to Asra:  “Starlight,” “perfection,” and “sweetness” 

TWENTY-TWO| If your apprentice was in a modern AU, how would they dress? Include images if you’d like!

She would like comfortable clothes that were also fashionable but tend to wear a lot of athletic style clothing.  Sundresses with cardigans, yoga outfits, baggy hoodies with athletic pants, sports bras with bike shorts, and SNEAKERS!  ALWAYS SNEAKERS.

Tight tank tops with jeans or leggings, and punky leather jackets.  When she dresses up, it’s usually pantsuits.

TWENTY-FOUR| What was your apprentice doing during the time of the Red Plague?

She was caring for the children at Julian’s clinic.  It was positively heartbreaking, but she couldn’t let the kids suffer with no happiness.  She talked to them, played with them, did magic tricks for them, and cried with them when the pain was too much to bear.

Imalia was assisting her father, Doctor Vitalric Gabriev.  When he was treating patients, she was his nurse.  When he was doing research, she was combing through tomes and scrolls with him.  When he passed out from exhaustion, she picked up his notes and trodded on for him.  When he needed to correspond with another doctor but couldn’t leave where he was at the moment, Imalia was his courier.

#the arcana asks #the arcana apprentice #the arcana oc #azalea nevra #imalia gabriev #apprentice azalea #master imalia

[mcalhenwrites]

Well, I’ve posted a few bits of this, but I think I’ll try a whole chapter. I know two of you - maybe more - have read this on my google docs when I first offered to share it with a handful of people. But I told myself to try posting a full chapter publicly, so here we go! And thank you @thefire-in-the-nightsky and @eratoschild for reading it and giving me encouraging feedback. (Honestly, I might not have written this at all if Miranda hadn’t let me do a little rambling about my idea in the first place, as they’re a fellow WC fan.)  Side note: The title was inspired by one of the names considered for White Collar, Pro and Con. In other words, a pun. So I went a little punnier. 

Pros and Consequences chapter 1

Ignoct, White Collar AU

“This time, he hit the Citadel and stole an artifact.” Ignis doesn’t have to ask who, and his immediate thoughts slip to one artifact in particular. “It isn’t the Ring of the Lucii?”

Aranea snorts without turning away from her computer. The clatter of tapped keys echoes through the room of the Lucis Federal Bureau of Investigations white collar crimes office. Not one agent doesn’t cast a wary glance in Ignis’ direction, but they pretend to be involved in their own cases. When it comes to Noctis Caelum, though, all those crimes are slapped on Ignis’ desk. He is considered the “expert” when it comes to this particular con artist. There hasn’t been any news on Noctis for months; now it seems he is back in Insomnia and aiming high.

Worst of all, he’s succeeding.

It may be only one advantageous hit since his reemergence, but the Citadel is a high-security building with guards and advanced systems that no single person could hack alone. Obtaining the Ring of Lucii—one of the country’s most precious artifacts—is no easy feat. Nothing is more heavily guarded, aside from the remnants of the past royal family that once ruled over Lucis before the monarchy was dissolved and fairer institutions put in place. Noctis must have had help, but Ignis doesn’t know all of his criminal acquaintances.

Why would Noctis go after it, though? He aimed for small targets before, making him a low priority criminal. His case has sat in the basement of the bureau for almost a year, with no blips on the radar. Clarus insisted Ignis move on to other, more dangerous criminals when they realized the trail had gone cold.

Ignis peers over at his boss’s office door. As if summoned by the news that letting Noctis Caelum go for a few months has bitten him in the ass, Clarus steps out and does a two-fingered wave that says “get in here” in Ignis’ direction.

As soon as the door is closed, Clarus flips closed the blinds overlooking the other agents—who have all been watching Ignis either directly or indirectly—and begins to pace the floor. His hands are on his hips.

“I suppose you’ve heard.”

“I have. How do we know it’s Caelum? Did he leave some kind of signature?”

Clarus pauses at his desk and flips open a file. He hands over a stack of photographs from the CCTV at the Citadel. Many of them show a man in all-black clothing and a cap over his hair, wearing sunglasses, as he slips through every system with uncanny precision.

“Footprints left at the scene are his shoe size, and the person in the video is the same height as Caelum. He also left a note.”

The last photo is of a typed message in courier new:

Hey Dad This is what you wanted Come find me - N. “N is for Noctis, isn’t it?” Clarus sighs and begins pacing again. He runs a hand over his stubbly chin. “Do you know who his father is?”

“No. There’s no information about him in the system. We don’t have his real name, only a few of his aliases.” Ignis grimaces when he thinks about some of the others Noctis goes by. ‘Neal Gar’ being among the worst, and ‘Prince Lucis’ one of the more flippant and disrespectful.

“Damn.” Clarus taps a finger against the photographs. “I want you back on his case. No one knows more about him than you do.”

Ignis wouldn’t call himself a professional, but he does know a lot more about Noctis Caelum than anyone else in the bureau.

“I’ve never caught him.”

“You’ve come close once, and you’re the Noctis Dictionary.”

“I don’t think I like that nickname.” Ignis decides not to comment on the other part, which he disagrees with. While others translate the events of that evening to Noctis almost being captured before slipping out of Ignis’ grasp, Ignis can only see it as a failure on his part. He feels as if he let Noctis get away because of his own inadequacy as an agent.

“We have to get the Ring of the Lucii back,” says Clarus sternly. “The media and the city already know about this. Word spread quickly earlier this morning.”

Ignis nods. “I’ll do what I can. May I examine these further?” He holds up the photos. Clarus closes the folder and hands it over to him. “It’s your case now. Take whatever you want. Nyx is in evidence, trying to file the paperwork to bring up the rest of the stuff we have on Noctis. Get your team together and head to the scene. I need you to hunt Caelum down.”

Ignis takes one final look at the note before slipping the photographs back into their file and returning to his desk. It adds some perspective to this case. Noctis went after the biggest target he could to get his father’s attention. Whoever this mysterious man is, he wants the ring. The message implies that much. The government doesn’t appear to have a lead on Noctis’ real name or his background. Ignis managed to string together a list of aliases Noctis commonly uses, but none of them are in the system—in fact, three of his five names are blatantly fake. But whenever Noctis has forged something, he cannot resist putting his signature on his work. Pride is a fatal flaw for criminals, especially artistic ones. Noctis always includes ‘N.C.’ somewhere, even if it requires some brainwork or a microscope to find it. When he copied the famous Altissian Nights painting, he hid his initials in the folds of a dancing woman’s skirt. Sometimes it is written with a single horsehair stroke on a bond, but it is always there. If only they could find out more about Noctis’ family, but there’s nothing documented. There are thousands of people with the last name Caelum around the country, but even skimming through birth records and genealogy, Ignis can’t find anything that suggests any relation to Noctis. The last name even belongs to a family corporation who owns hotels and brands of crisps sold on every convenience store shelf, but there has never been a connection between the family and Noctis. Ignis won’t rule out the possibility that ‘Caelum’ is taken from a grandparent or relative much further back, but he needs more information on Noctis’ parents. As far as the government is concerned, Noctis Caelum has only existed for a few years.

“That him?” asks Aranea as Ignis pulls out the photos on his desk. She twists around her computer and stares at the evidence.

“More than likely.” He hands her the photo of the note. “What do you make of that?” As he waits, he steeples his hands and wishes someone would bring him an expresso.

As if summoned, Gladiolus appears beside him and begins passing out Mog Stop coffee. It is convenience store quality, but it will do. Anything will do at this point—even the sludge the machine in the break room churns out.

“Thank you, Gladio.” Ignis takes a long drink, regardless of the heat of the liquid. It has had some time to cool between the store a few blocks away and the downtown bureau, thankfully, and he doesn’t burn his tongue.

Gladiolus brings his own chair over after he finishes distributing drinks. He sets an unclaimed cup on Ignis’ desk.

“Where’s Nyx?”

“Clarus sent him to evidence. Maybe you could go down there and help? I would like him to come with us to the scene.”

“Yeah, I’ll do that.” Gladiolus nods over at the photo in Aranea’s hand. “What’s that?”

“The note he left.”

“Why’d he sign it with just ‘N’?” asks Aranea, handing the photo to Gladiolus.

“His father might not know who ‘N.C.’ is,” says Ignis. “He doesn’t normally leave his initials on his work unless he’s forging something. When he steals something, he tries not to let us know about it—we have no idea what all he has taken.”

“I guess this could be Caelum. It seems like a big target for him this time, and I’m surprised he succeeded. Guess he must really want dear old dad to pay attention.”

“Maybe he’s feeling guilty and wants his old man to give him an overdue ass whooping,” says Gladiolus, handing the photo back to Ignis. He stands up. “I’ll fetch Nyx. Willing to bet the paperwork for evidence won’t process ‘till tomorrow anyway.”

Aranea raises an eyebrow and watches Gladiolus leave. Once he’s gone, she turns back to Ignis.

“Dismissing Gladio’s poor taste in jokes…” she begins. “You think Caelum’s dad might be a criminal, too?”

“Another thief? Makes sense, if the Ring of the Lucii was one of his targets. I suppose that’s another question for Citadel security.” Ignis has a lot of questions, and none of them will be answered easily.

When it comes to Noctis Caelum, nothing ever is. ~*~ The Citadel never fails to impress Ignis. As a child on field trips, he visited the famous establishment from time to time. Tours only cover a few sections of the building, out of way of its daily government functions. The old throne room and the lobby before it, along with the old rooms of the royal family and chambers that hold artifacts from a time long past are open to the public during tours that run from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. Tuesday through Saturday. Nyx talks to some of the security guards. He knows one of them—a fellow named Libertus who is helpful in every way possible to get them whatever security footage they need. He explains in detail what kind of systems the building runs on, too. Multiple ones, all offline to prevent tampering. Gladiolus talks with the LBI agents who were on the scene. Evidence is still being collected and sorted into bags, all now under Ignis’ team’s careful watch. It will be brought back to the bureau later. Ignis and Aranea focus their attention on the tour guides, asking them questions about any suspicious activity.

“Did anyone seem unusually disinterested in the tours while taking them?” asks Ignis. “Anyone that wandered off at all?”

“Aside from kids?” One of the young tour guides snorts. “A few, I guess. It happens.”

“We always have wanderers,” says the woman beside him. Her nails are painted a lovely shade of deep blue that match the bow at the top of her blouse. “Old people or young kids are always falling behind or getting lost, and there are always a few teens who want to be anywhere but here. Had a group of them last week that tried to sneak up to the skywalk.”

“Isn’t the skywalk part of the tour?” Ignis is pretty sure he has been across it a handful of times during his youth.

“It’s been under construction for a few weeks now.”

Ignis lifts an eyebrow. “Do you know the name of the company that was hired?”

“You’ll have to ask the head of the treasury and finances department,” says another tour guide—a much older man with a puffy beard. “They’re on the second floor. They would know who they were writing the check for.”

“Thank you.” Ignis looks to Aranea. “Would you go up there and see what you can find out?”

Aranea nods before turning on the heel of her boots and making her way toward the elevators. With that taken care of, Ignis resumes his line of questioning, but he doubts the tour guides have anything more to offer him. They work short hours and are likely underpaid for the stress of herding citizens with wanderlust around the building. Now they’re forced to stay well beyond their shifts to hear repeated questions from law enforcement. Their tours—if they reopen tomorrow—will be hell when all the people disgruntled from not being able to tour today show up with harsh criticisms.

Ignis feels a swell of gratitude for his job. It is never easy, but at least enjoys the work. Even on days like today, where he is sure to bring his case home and to bed with him. It will be like that for several days to come. He needs to make a note to text Luna and let her know he won’t return until late.

After some chatting, Libertus brings Gladiolus, Nyx, and Ignis to the room where the ring was held. It was in a strong glass case—nothing easy to cut. Sensors on the pedestal for the ring set off an alarm if large stores of heat touch it. A human hand would more than suffice to send the alarm, but they never went off the previous night. Cameras placed around the room were left untampered.

“We don’t know what happened to the guard,” says Libertus. “There’s supposed to be one outside at all times. They’re not even allowed a restroom break unless someone’s there to replace them. When we looked at the schedule, someone had typed in a fake name.”

“Someone posed as a guard, then.” Gladiolus grunts and examines the case. “An awful lot of security to get by, and all for this little ring.”

“To the people of Lucis, it’s the foundation of the country,” says Ignis. “Much like some of the pages of our early constitutions. Those are kept in air-tight containers.”

Gladiolus whistles and shakes his head. “Damn. Bet the old kings and queens never had this kind of security protecting their asses.”

“Not likely.” Ignis lets out a soft laugh. “But the ring they wore for the greater part of two centuries fascinates the people. It’s worth billions.”

“Someone will buy it. They always do.”

“I don’t think Caelum is planning to sell it.” While only a hunch, the Ring of the Lucii is far too important to hand over to a buyer. The power of being able to hold even illegal ownership of the ring will also be too great a temptation for someone as prideful as Noctis.

Not to mention, if it’s a lure for his father, there is no reason for Noctis to part with it before a reunion.

“What do you think he’s going to do with it?” asks Gladiolus.

“I don’t know. It would help if we knew his father’s name—or Caelum’s real one—and why this father of his wants the ring.”

“Guess we’ve got a lot of research to do.” Gladiolus sighs and rubs the back of his neck. “It’s gonna be a long night.”

“Indeed.” Ignis pulls out his phone to text Luna and let her know she might as well give his dinner to Umbra and Pryna. It’s likely he won’t be home until midnight, and only then to get a shower and sleep before he is back at work early the next day.

#I've been lazy to update google docs but I'm working on chapter 9 - which was originally chapter 10 until I condensed it #I don't think I'll post the whole thing here #and I'm not ready to post on AO3 #// ignoct #// white collar #// ffxv #that is the closest I'm getting to tagging lmao

[grayembers]

I keep meaning to make a life update post for old friends here, but I wanted to wait until it was all good news instead of mixed, but I’m just gonna accept that won’t happen and update people anyway!

tl;dr I’m graduating with a master’s in computer science soon, job hunting sucks, theses suck don’t do grad school, I play a disgusting amount of Overwatch, and my cat is still super fluffy and great

Still together with Austin, and maybe going to visit him after I graduate. ouo  He’s a constant good presence in my life, and it’s really made me realize what healthy relationships are like lmao. Hindsight is 20/20. But yee he humors all my OT3 plotting and I get to listen to him geek out about musicals recently, it’s very cute. C:

I also have a great set of local friends here, although now I’m worried what’ll happen when I move away for a job. And one of them has been studying abroad this semester so I’ve barely seen her. But they’re all A+ people and we like to play board games and I’ve even dabbled in DnD with them.

We had a stray cat in the house for a few months last semester/into winter, but we finally found a foster group willing to take him in and look for a home even though he had FIV and is kinda old. He was definitely going to die if we hadn’t taken him in, even continued vet care and being indoors only couldn’t really cure his upper respiratory infection. My friend/housemate Michelle was pretty sad to see him go, he was kinda hers even though she knew she couldn’t realistically keep a cat right now. ;o;

I waste a lot of time playing games. Overwatch is my coping mechanism for depression, I hit level 600+ recently it’s pretty pathetic. I do some comp in mid plat, and I’ve actually made a nice set of friends to play with as well. One who happens to go to this same school (I guess we started playing together through friends of friends, but those middle links don’t play anymore) and some elsewhere. So I’m actually on Discord a lot for game reasons! And GrayEmbers#1544, happy to play with friends.

Ooh, I also bought Oxygen Not Included (and convinced Austin to) the other week, which is Klei’s new game - the company that did Don’t Starve. It’s in super early alpha so tons of bugs, but I’m excited to see it grow just like I did with Don’t Starve. So much future content, and I already like it as it is.

I’m trying to shift some of my time-wasting activities to drawing and writing instead of Overwatch. Especially when I find I’m just playing and not having fun. Drew a few things recently, and have had Ryker/Veronica/Christine AU fic in the works since February (and post shit regularly on the side blog), and I’ve really been enjoying renewed character activity with Austin’s newer courier and a friend of Silt’s! Nyl/Red Lucy is the real OTP. Also, I’ve almost convinced two irl friends to play FNV, they’re probly sick of hearing me talk about it lmfao. It’ll always have a special place in my heart.

School happens. Somehow I’m going to be allowed to graduate in a few months without contributing anything useful to the world. I feel like the only thing I really learned in grad school was how academia works, so as far as Computer Science goes, I wouldn’t recommend it unless your endgoal is research or academia. Don’t get me wrong, I took some neat classes and read some really cool research, but I’d already learned most of my hard skills from undergrad so. shrugs. My research I’m being paid to do this academic year involves taking technology into hiking or outdoor settings, and I’m focusing especially on the cultural aspects of it. For example, people react very differently to a person reading a book in nature versus looking at a phone screen in nature when in reality that person could be reading an e-book, they have no idea.

Things are kind of rough again mental health wise, but I dug this hole myself by procrastinating on my thesis which I now have to write in 1.5 months, so. I want to die a lot of the time but I don’t think that’s gonna happen. But if anyone is up for ramming me with their car going 60, hmu literally.

Jobs will probably happen?? I don’t have anything lined up yet and my interests pull me in like 10 directions, but I’m looking pretty seriously into UX design stuff and possibly contracting work in tech. Dream job is still to work with virtual reality and/or gesture interfaces, but that didn’t happen in grad school (partially my own fault partially shitty circumstances) so I don’t know if I have the right qualifications.

Can’t wait to move somewhere and have a job with set hours and get more pets and build a new computer because I can.  ;~;  (No idea where yet, I just know I don’t want to go any farther south because summer is the worst.)

My older brother is getting married in November, which’ll be my third wedding of the year lol. And my Dad and stepmom moved back to the states from China! They’re in Baltimore, I’ve gone to see them once already and probably will again on the tail end of a friend’s wedding. Their dog is super cute holy shit.

Okay now that I’ve lost 90% of readers, I also lowkey wanted to mention I had top surgery over winter break, which you might be able to tell from the two selfies above. If you happen to know me irl but hadn’t heard yet, please keep it to yourself. I still identify as female and use female pronouns, but I’m absolutely loving my new chest and so happy that I saved up for it. ;u; If you’re a mutual and wanna ask particulars or about the process or anything, feel free to message me privately.

Actually, I’ve been meaning to start exercising or something because there’s actually a chance now I can completely like my body shape lmfao. Stress eating is too real though

#these are actually old Fletch pics but I don't believe I've posted them so #Fletcher #me I guess #I feel like there's a dozen paragraphs without any real substance #how does one summarize a year in one post