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I Don't Want to See Tomorrow (Unless I See It With You) - Chapter 1

Pairing: Benny Miller x f!reader nicknamed "Juni"

Word Count: 3600+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: I've had this idea in my head for well over a year and with the Fallout show being dropped (and absolutely AMAZING), I figured now was the time to post it! So this is a Triple Frontier/Fallout crossover au. Huge shoutout to @mermaidxatxheart for listening to probably hours of audio at this point of me talking myself through this fic. And to @deathbecomesnerds for listening to me prattle on about video game fics and giving me her own advice.

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May, 2067

"We're so proud of you, honey!" My mom hugs me tight, my cap nearly sliding off my head with the force of it.

"We knew you'd get top marks!" My dad claps me on the back and pulls me in for another tight hug, my cap fully falling from my head this time.

"Thanks, Dad." My mom hands me back my graduation cap and I put it back on my head, attempting to get it to stay put as I look out over the crowd of people.

"There's my favorite graduate."

I spin, nearly falling over in my heels but Benny catches me, chuckling as I right myself. His smile is wide and bright, but there's something else. I can't quite place it.

"What a coincidence. My favorite graduate is here too," I bop him on the nose and he chuckles again. He moves to kiss me but then his eyes shift over my shoulder and he backs up, clearing his throat, no doubt having made eye contact with my dad.

"Ben, will you be joining us for dinner?" My mom asks.

"Uh, sure. Save me a seat."

My mom squeezes my shoulder. "We'll see you at dinner, honey."

I give them each a hug before they leave, turning back to Benny. He immediately pulls me to him, kissing me deeply before pulling back.

"Can I take you somewhere?"

"I'll go anywhere with you, Benny."

He takes my hand, so small in his large one, and leads me through the crowd to his old truck. He opens the door for me and helps me in before hopping in the driver's seat. I scoot next to him and lay my head on his shoulder, Benny laying his arm across the back of the seat. We drive for a bit before turning into our neighborhood and pulling into the empty park. We get out and he takes my hand, pulling me towards a juniper tree that was in a field next to the playground. He pulls me to him and kisses me again, my cap long since forgotten in the cab of his truck.

"Why are we here, Benny?"

"Don't you remember this tree, Juni?"

I smile up at him as I glance at the tree. "How could I forget? We met under this tree shortly after I moved here. It's why you call me Juni. Like juniper." I gesture at the tree.

He smiles at the memory. "We were what...5?"

"Yeah. Such a long time ago. Now look at us. 18 and heading to college."

There's an awkward silence and I look up at him. "Benny?"

He rubs the back of his neck, not quite looking at me. "About college."

I step back from him. "You're not going through with the sign up, are you??"

He holds his hands out, trying to placate me. "Look. Will is already there. He flew through basic and they're putting him in a special force if he keeps it up-"

"There's a war, Benny-"

"Exactly. And I know we aren't there yet, but we both know there will be a draft eventually-"

"You don't know that!"

"And if I sign up voluntarily, I get some say in where I go. I'm a way better shot than Will so I think I can make it into his-"

"No. No! I can't...I don't....I'll go with you!" I'm fighting back tears, my voice catching in my throat.

Benny shakes his head. "No, sweetheart. You need to go to college. You're too smart. Get that masters in..what was it...bio-nuclear agriculture practices? Sciences?"

I shake my head. "I don't care. I want to be with you! Unless...do you not-"

Benny's face becomes serious. He cups my face and forces me to look at him, his eyes so bright but worried. "Don't think that I don't want you. I do. I want you forever and always. But I have to do this. I have to get ahead of it. This way, I can watch Will's back too."

My tears break free, sliding down my cheeks. "I'm scared, Benny. I can't lose you."

"You won't lose me."

"You'll find some other girl and...and..." Benny cuts me off with a kiss, my tears rubbing off onto his face. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a simple, plain gold band. Not too thick.

"Benny?"

"Look, I'm not forcing anything on you. I can't do that to you, especially signing up for the army. But I did make this promise ring. And, in a few years when you're all graduated, if you still want to, I'll add a rock to it and we'll get married."

I hold the small band in my palm, touching it with my fingers before looking back up at him.

"This was not the best proposal," he chuckles and I do too, despite everything.

"It wasn't a proposal. It's a promise. How about you promise to come home to me in one piece?"

"I can promise to try my best."

I nod. "I'll take it."

Benny slides the band onto my finger and pulls out a thicker band from his pocket and hands it to me. I slide it onto his finger, winding his hand in mine and for a moment, we both just stare at our hands, feeling the weight of our futures.

"When you get your own power armor, make sure to send me a photo!"

Benny smiles. "Fuck yeah I will!"

10 years later...

Benny and I had stayed faithful to each other over the last 10 years. My friends never understood why I didn't want to go out partying, dating around. "He said he didn't hold you to anything!" They'd complain. But I would just shake my head. Benny holds all of me, always has, since the day we met under that juniper tree. He took one look at my scared face, alone in this new neighborhood, and took my hand, told me everything would be ok and that we were friends now.

He'd have to be the one to leave because I never would.

We met up over the years, sometimes being lucky his off time would line up with mine. We'd make the most of our time together, Benny preferring to spend as much time as possible between my thighs and I wasn't going to complain about that. But every time we talked about adding a rock to the band, his face would get worried. He said things were heating up with the war and he didn't want me tied down if something happened to him. I told him ring or no, I was already tethered to him.

Then, about 3 years ago, he told me he was saving up for that rock. That it would take him some time. I didn't care how long as we were already married in my mind. Our times together became less and less as the Sino-American War waged on, both sides at a stalemate.

Then finally, in May of 2078, a few weeks after I graduated from Vault-Tec University with my Masters in Bio-fusion Agriculture, Benny knocked on my front door, already on one knee when I answered it holding up a beautiful diamond ring in exactly my style. Once he slid the ring on my finger, I pulled him inside, not making it past the front entrance way before we were tearing each other's clothes off, Benny burying himself inside of me as I try to not slide across the floor.

We were married that same night.

He had to leave a few days later, but we made good use of our time together.

2077

Around late August, Vault-Tec moved my research lab from the city proper to a smaller research lab just outside the city. It worked out fairly well as it was stationed near the vault that was basically up the hill from my parent's suburban home. The one I grew up in. I liked being out of the city. There were less soldiers here, people were stressed still but it wasn't as violent.

The beginning of October rolled in, bringing cooler weather and the start of my favorite season. Morale, as a country, was low, so people took to decorating for Halloween early, the decorations helping people to smile a little more. But nothing put a smile on my face like Benny showing back up, his entire unit, including his brother Will and their other "brothers" Frankie, Santi, and Tom, all returning to their homes.

We spent a couple weeks together before the phone rang in the middle of the night. Benny yawns, picking it up with a grunt, his back immediately straightening out at whomever was on the other end. All I heard was "Yes, Sir," before he hung up.

"You're leaving?" I ask, grazing my fingers across his bare back.

"Yeah," he turns, pulling down the comforter to reveal my bare chest, his finger tracing lines around my breasts, my nipples hardening at the touch. "But not for long. They just want us to escort a higher up when they visit Boston."

"Sounds serious."

He nods, his hand sliding lower, under the covers and pressing between my thighs. "It is. Very serious."

"So..d-do you have t-to leave?" It was hard to focus, the pressure between my legs building the longer he caresses me.

He leans in close, kisses me softly. "Not before I make love to my wife."

He leaves about an hour later, my inner thighs sticky with him, my heart racing not with bliss but with worry that he won't return.

October 23rd, 2077

I wake to birds singing outside my bedroom window, ringing in a beautiful Saturday morning. I roll out of bed, get ready for the day before heading over to my parent's house to stop in for a surprise breakfast. However, my parents were gone, headed into Boston for an appointment, according to our Mr. Handy robot, Hawthorne. In the meantime, the robot had made me breakfast, which I sat and ate, looking at the newspaper but not really taking it in.

I get bored of the paper and set it aside, flipping on the tv, hoping to catch something interesting. I really miss Benny. His absence this week has been weighing heavily on me.

"...followed by flashes, blinding flashes, sounds of explosions. We're trying to get confirmation but we seem to have lost contact with our affiliate stations. We do have coming in, that's uh...confirmed reports, I repeat, confirmed reports of nuclear detinations in New York and Pennslyvania. My God-"

The TV cuts out and I sit there, momentarily stunned at what the news anchor just reported. Nucelar explosions? That can't be right. But then the siren rings, it's high pitched wail sending goosebumps across my skin.

"Ma'am, I think you need to head to the Vault," Hawthorne advises.

I shake my head to snap out of it, quickly running for the door. When I get outside, soldiers are already in the streets, the vertibirds flying towards Boston.

"...If you are registered, head to Vault 111 immediately!" A soldier yells through a megaphone as my neighbors run screaming in the street, some towards the path that will take them to the vault. Others stay in their driveways, cowering in fear.

Someone pushes past me and I fall, scraping my palms on the pavement. I scramble up, just making it to my feet before someone else collides into me, yelling at me to move my ass. I take one last look around and run to the vault, my bare feet thudding across the dirt path.

I pass neighbors with trunks of clothes scattered everywhere, the husband pleading with the wife to leave everything and just run. My heart is nearly beating through my chest as I make my way up the hill, a small crowd gathered in front of the gate to Vault 111. An angry crowd, yelling over the loud wail of the siren and the whoosh of the vertibird propellers.

"If you're not on the list, you're not getting in!" An official looking man yells at a couple who is standing in front of him, the man shifting his weight to his back foot.

"I'm getting in there!" He starts to move forward, but then the high pitched whine of a mini gun starts up, the soldier in power armor, standing at least a foot over the man, pointing it at him.

"Ok, ok, fine!" The man puts his hands in the air and stands aside, his wife following.

The crowd starts to push together, but I force my way through them, yelling to the soldier.

"I'm on the list!"

"Back away! Back away!" The power armored soldier aims again and the people back away, but only a couple of feet. The uniformed soldier looks down at me, clip board in hand.

"Name?"

"Miller." I give him my first name as well as Benny's and his rank.

"Ben Miller's wife? Head on in. Quick!" He waves me through, but I pause for a moment.

"Do you know where he is?"

"No ma'am. Now please, head inside!"

I look out at the crowd of people, now trying to shove each other to get inside, the gate starting to groan with their press. But the one face I want to see, Benny's, is nowhere to be seen.

I'm sure he's ok. I mean, he's a soldier, in an elite group. He's just guarding some fancy higher up in Boston. I'm sure this is just a precaution. I turn my back on my neighbors and run, as fast as I can, to the platform. Another soldier waves me over and points to the platform, where I stand between some neighbors with a baby and the Hendersons, the people who live across the street from my parents.

My parents. They're on the vault list too. Maybe they got into one nearer to Boston? Is that even how this works?

"Almost there!" One of the other people shouts as we wait to be lowered into the vault. I look out over the tree tops from our place on the hill, the Boston skyline gleaming in the distance, my heart hurting that Benny isn't here with me. I'm sure it's nothing, but I'm still terrified.

BOOM!

The ground shakes violently. My eyes reflect the mushroom cloud that explodes over Boston, it's dome slowly floating up into the sky as its sounds reverberate through my body. I can't help the scream erupting in my throat as a violent wind comes whooshing at us a moment later, the city already in flames. The ground below me moves, lowering us into the vault. We all duck just in time, the wind and fire flowing over the space we took up moments before, the whole cement tube rumbling and shuddering with the force of the detonation. For what seems like an eternity, we're in pitch black darkness, the creaking of the pullies lowering us and the sounds of our own whimpers and whispers, the baby crying our only sounds to accompany us down into the vault.

Then light appears as we settle into place, our platform locking in. The gate in front of us opens and a man in a lab coat beckons us forward from the end of the ramp.

"Welcome to Vault 111! Step this way for registration."

"What happened to all of those people up there?" Someone asked.

"Please, let's just get you registered, and through decontamination, and then we can address all your concerns!" Labcoat offers as he gestures towards a woman in a bright blue jumpsuit, yellow stripes down the middle and around the hips like a belt, giant yellow numbers on the back that say 111.

"They're all dead, you idiot. That was a nuclear bomb!" Someone else replied.

"No it wasn't. I bet that was just a trial. This is all practice." He argues back.

"That heat didn't feel fake," someone else pipes up.

Gone. They're all gone. Benny...No. No, I'm sure he's safe, made it to his own vault. All those fancy rich people had vaults. I'm sure he made it in time and I can contact him once I get checked in. I'm sure the vaults all have a way to communicate with each other. Right?

I take a shaky step forward, wiping the tears from my cheeks, willing them to stop for at least check in. I head to the lady Labcoat indicated and she smiles warmly at me. I give her my name and she runs a finger down her list, tapping on what I presume is my name.

"There you are. Mrs. Miller, female. Is your husband-" she glances back down at the list. "-Benjamin, here?" She looks back up at me, a soft, friendly smile on her face, which falters as she looks at me.

"I...he...he was on a m-mission wi-with..."I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "My husband is Lieutenant Benjamin Miller. He's in Delta Force. He and his squad were guarding some higher up when....do...do you have any...I mean, do you know..." I can barely choke out words, my mind on Benny but also his brothers.

The woman smiles at me. "I understand. I don't have any information here, unfortunately. All they gave me was this clipboard and some boxes of jumpsuits. But I'm sure once you get through decontamination, they can find out for you. Ok?"

I nod, sniffling, feeling the sob trying to burst out of me. The woman looks me up and down, reaching into one of the boxes around her before handing me a folded up jumpsuit that I'm assuming will look just like hers. "There's a bathroom down that hall on the right. Go ahead and get changed, then head down this hall to the next man in a labcoat. Ok?" I take the uniform from her, attempt a small smile, but my face doesn't move. She gives my hand a little squeeze before I make my way to the bathroom.

I quickly change, zipping up the blue jumpsuit. That woman sure is a good judge of size. This thing fits me like a glove. I gather up my clothes and head down the hall she indicated, taking one last look at the giant vault door, huge and solid, before heading towards the next Labcoat, who was beckoning me to him.

"Hi, Miss-"

"Mrs. I'm Mrs. Miller."

He smiles, but it's...unsettling. Something about his eyes worries me but I can't quite put my finger on it.

"You can leave those here," He nods towards the wad of clothes in my arms and points to a large bin off to the side. "We require jumpsuits from all vault dwellers."

I quickly toss my clothes in the bin, just trying to get through this quickly so I can get more information on Benny. My hands are shaking and I'm holding back vomit, willing my brain to not replay what's happened in the last 15 minutes.

He smiles again. "Thank you, Mrs. Miller. If you'll follow me." He turns and heads down another hall, turning to enter the 2nd doorway. Inside the room is rather large and cold, and I shiver, holding my arms around myself as the Labcoat walks further in. There are what looks like pods, about 6 on each side, facing each other. They have a myriad of tubes and pipes coming from them, a little control panel standing next to each pod. The doors appear to open up as opposed to a normal door. We stop in front of one of them, the door standing open for me, and Labcoat gestures to it.

"If you'll just hop in, ma'am."

"What is it?" I look inside and see some cushions, sort of like a chair if your were standing. I glance around and notice more people coming in, all of them standing in front or getting into a pod, donning the bright blue jumpsuits.

"It's a decontamination chamber. We have to make sure everyone is clean and free of radiation and other unpleasentries before we allow you into the vault. For vault health and security, of course."

I nod. "Makes sense. I do have a question."

He looks irritated but then that smile is back. "Yes, ma'am?"

"When I get through here, I'll be able to talk to someone about my husband? He's a lieutenant in Delta Force and I think he may be in another vault."

"Absolutely. Our communications specialists can help you with that."

A sigh of relief escapes me. "So you can communicate with other vaults?"

"Oh yes. Sort of like a telegram. If he's in a vault, we'll find him ma'am. Now if you'll just step into the pod, we can get you through decontamination and one step closer to finding your husband."

My eyes glance around the room, seeing everyone else hopping into their own pods. I'm so nervous, that vomit starting to make it's way back up my throat. And I fucking need Benny. He can't be dead. The possibility that I'd have to face a future without him is nearly unbearable. I turn back to my pod and get inside, nestling myself down into the cushions. Labcoat taps a button on the panel and my door starts to close at the same time as the others. My breathing picks up, air visibly puffing out and I swear it's colder in here than it was in the room.

"Now just relax and you'll be clean in no time!" Labcoat smiles at me.

I take a deep breath, my thoughts only of Benny as my world goes black, my mind slipping into unconsciousness. The last thing I feel is my skin freezing, my body going hard, preventing any sort of movement.

I'm coming, Benny.

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skaiind · 8 months

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lore slides because illustrating the whole thing would take too long so i figured out this compromise

i am open to answering questions if ya'll got any because this gives the short and skinny to the point and doesn't go very deep because i wanted to leave space for interpretation so we can ponder the possibilities together, if need be

#living on the sands #vault 30 #non bethesda lore #fallout fanfiction

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Actual footage of me writing fanfiction/creative writing:

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Fanfiction is cool because you'll be compelled to learn real life skills that do have benefit, but you have that evil little voice in your head saying "oh, this is going in the fic; oh THAT'S how that works, I'm so glad I can write this accurately"

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wastelandlovingscenarios · 3 months

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undeniable | porter gage x female! sole survivor

a/n: am i finally back on my bullshit, uploading on a random sunday night? this is different from what i usually write, but hey! im definitely writing something. im too tired to revise or edit this bc its 12 AM, so ill look it over in the morning. just thought i'd post something silly.

♡ based off a modern au where gage and the sole survivor are childhood bestfriends in another life.

For as long as Gage can remember, she’s been a burden. Being nearly five years older than her and her guardian -- or her best friend, as she likes to call him -- he’s always felt inclined to watch over her. He doesn’t know why, he knows he doesn't necessarily need to, but the thought of abandoning her feels wrong. So he tries to find reasons as to why -- was it because they both grew up in terrible conditions together and only had each other? Or was it because he knew the moment he let her dumbass go into the real world alone, she’d somehow get herself killed?

He shakes his head. Finding a reason was nothing but a waste of time, his mind overworking itself more than it already was. He dumbs it down to simply getting used to the routine of caring for her since they were children. If he fucks up his schedule now, he’d have to go through the trouble of rearranging everything around once again and readjust to his new lifestyle.

‘Yeah,’ he thinks to himself, unlocking his apartment door, twisting the knob, ‘It’ll be nothing but fucking trouble.’

Once he pushes the door open, his boots thumping against the tiled floor of his apartment, he sees her sitting on the couch, distracted by the show playing on the television. His eyes darted over to the coffee table in front of her, papers and open textbooks strewn across the poor thing, obviously untouched and just displayed prettily to mimic the idea that she was being productive.

With a low grumble, he tosses his bag on the counter nearby and takes off his boots before grabbing the remote lying on the couch. She’s so invested in her little show that she barely even notices him walking in with a scowl and an annoyed sigh. Sole jumps when the television shuts off suddenly, a gasp leaving her lips before turning her head to the side.

“Hey, I was watching!” she whines, already rising from the couch to pick another fight with him. He doesn’t show any reaction and instead, crosses his arms with an unimpressed expression while he holds the remote hostage.

She tries her best to grab it from his hand but he rolls his eyes, gently pushing her back down onto the couch.

“Quit watchin’ and start studyin’. Yer not gonna get shit done like this.”

She huffs angrily, her eyes narrowing at him, “Gage, a little break wouldn’t hurt every once in a while.”

“And what have you accomplished since I left for work this afternoon?”

Sole swallows nervously, her mouth going dry at his questions as she opens and closes it, trying her best to stand her ground. He raises a brow, giving her a chance to respond and redeem herself, but he already knows. She was a fool for thinking she could get away with such a lie, knowing that Gage knew her better than anyone else.

“Thought so,” he stuffed the remote in the back of his pocket, “Now be a good girl and finish yer damn work. I’m not paying yer tuition for you to fuck around.”

Sole groans but listens obediently, pulling the coffee table closer to her. She grabs her laptop and unlocks it, opening her notes before reaching over to snatch one of her textbooks.

“I don’t understand why you’re on my ass about my studies so much, Gage,” she complains, highlighting something in her book a bit roughly, “You didn't even finish high school, so why does it even matter?”

He doesn’t spare her much of an answer, walking over to the kitchen to find something to cook for them, “Exactly my point. You wanna be better than me.”

“But you make so much money, you’re able to provide for both of us!” she throws her hands in the air, desperately trying to prove a point to her stubborn roommate, who seemed to be firm on his words.

“That’s only because I got connections. Now shut your mouth and study.”

He doesn’t find much in the fridge nor the cabinets, silently setting a reminder in his mind to do a grocery run first thing tomorrow before work. Eventually, he decides to heat up some leftovers they had for lunch and cut up some fruit for her to snack on while she did her work. It’s shit, he knows, but it’ll do till tomorrow.

He makes his way back to the living room, plopping on the couch next to her and setting the food on the coffee table, maintaining a good distance between their dinner and her work. The last thing he wanted was to spill anything on her laptop and notes -- it would only give her another reason not to be productive.

He doesn’t say much, but his eyes flicker over to her for a moment, a small smile on his face at the sight of her seemingly focused on her work now, a sense of satisfaction overcoming him. Gage leans back on the couch, pulling his phone out to distract himself while he kept her company in the living room. He takes a few bites of his portion of the leftovers, glancing at Sole here and there to ensure she was still on track.

It’s a peaceful few minutes, he can’t recall how long, as they both sit in silence, her music playing softly in the background to fill up the white noise. Suddenly, he hears a sigh, sounding a bit defeated, and his eyes set on her sulking figure.

“Gage, I know that you want the best for me, but I’m nearly twenty-three and you still treat me like a kid.” he stares at her, not showing any reaction but notices how she refused to make eye contact with him, her eyes glued to the screen of her laptop.

When she doesn’t get a response, she closes her eyes before turning her body towards him, her expression serious, but he can see right through her. She’s pleading, but not in an annoying bratty way like she usually does, so he decides to listen to her troubles.

She scoots closer to him and he watches, his phone long forgotten in his hand, “I’m really grateful for you and all that, but you need to trust that I can do well in school and balance my time. You can’t take care of me forever.”

Instead of getting a response like she’d hope for, she was met with the usual silence he often provided her when she tried to set her boundaries. With an irate expression, she turned back to her laptop, her face flushed in embarrassment, feeling like her words vanished into thin air.

She should’ve known better than to talk to Gage — he was a man of few words and she didn’t know why she expected him to at least say something to show that he at least cared about her feelings one way or the other.

Before she could continue studying to hide her embarrassment and anger, she hears his voice and freezes.

“I know.” his voice is gravelly, a bit of exhaustion mixed into it, and her head shoots to him, a bit stunned at his broken silence. Her eyes are wide, body paralyzed at the sudden response. There’s a slight flush on his face but she convinces herself it’s the lighting.

Definitely.

He knows she’s waiting for more than just that and he sighs, crossing his arms as he makes eye contact with her the best he can without losing his shit, “Just want you to have a good future. Want you to live a better life than what I’m giving you right now before I send you off.”

Suddenly, she’s overcome with guilt and she immediately leans over to him, her hands finding his as she cuts him off, “No, that’s not what I meant!”

With another breath, she composes herself before speaking.

“Gage, you’ve given me everything I’ve wanted and needed, the last thing I’ll ever do is criticize your care for me. I don’t plan on leaving your side, even when I get a better life.”

His heart twinges and his feelings for her resurface, but he pushes it down.

She pulls on the sleeves of his hoodie, playing with the fabric with her fingers, “I just want you to trust me more. I know I’ve been slacking a bit, but I’d never fail school, especially when I know you’re working hard to provide for both of us and paying for my tuition. I’d never do that to you.”

“Wouldn’t say I’m working hard,” he downplays it, not wanting her to fret about such a miniscule matter.

She groans, “You work twelve hour shifts everyday. Sometimes fourteen!”

He shrugs nonchalantly and Sole pouts at his stubbornness, smacking his arm with annoyance. Gage bites back a smirk, amused by her behavior and catches her wrist midair, her eyes rolling. Instead of providing her with a response, he digs in his pocket and hands her the remote to the TV and her eyes light up, a smile forming on her pretty face. His heart aches at the sight. It was such a small action but it was more than enough to validate her feelings.

“Thank you, you’re the best!” she jumped over, throwing her arms around his neck as she embraced him tightly.

His face flushed heavily and tried to seem annoyed to cover it up but the stutter in his voice and the tenseness of his shoulders gave it away. Gage pushed her away with his hand as he groaned quietly, “I get it, don’t need to be so damn happy about it.”

However, she pecked his cheek and he froze instantly, his body paralyzed and his voice raising in embarrassment, “Q-Quit it!”

She giggles and doesn’t take much offense to his words, knowing that he was nothing but a big softie for her. As she released him, she smiled at him happily once more before turning to the TV and putting her show back on.

Gage rubbed the spot where she kissed, his face a deep red as he tried to regain his composure. Suddenly, he pushes down the real reason of why he refused to leave her side for the millionth time, reminding himself that there were several other possibilities other than that.

‘What a damn burden,’ he thinks to himself, desperately trying to fight back his feelings for her, his eyes glued to her gleeful form next to him.

Suddenly, her kiss lingered on his skin a little too long, the feeling of her arms around him marking his skin, and he’s left absolutely horrified, realizing that he could no longer convince himself otherwise.

Maybe accepting it was better than constantly running and Gage thinks it over for a moment but ultimately shakes his head, wanting to do anything but that.

‘Just a stupid thought. Some stupid fucking feelings,’ he settles for that answer but knows deep down that he’s already lost the battle, his heart hammering in his chest.

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in honor of the prime series dropping today i just wanted to say im actually really excited that this fandom is about to get a flood of new fans. to all my fallout loving mutuals now is the perfect time to be supporting and sharing each other's art/writing/content etc. and i'm crossing my fingers that the series is everything we want it to be and this community grows bigger <3

#fallout 4 #fallout #fallout series #fallout fanfiction #fallout fanart #fallout fanfic #can you tell i'm jazzed #NERVOUS #but jazzed

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New Vegas - Now Under New Management!

In 2301, the city of New Vegas had been a raiders’ paradise for nearly twenty years. Backed by an army of robots, a hedonistic courier has rendered the Mojave untouchable by anyone who would take the keys to the city from their cold, dead hands. But it was only a matter of time before someone else aspired to become the new king of the wasteland, and all they had to do was be born within the Strip’s walls.

Chapter 1: Vegas Lights [ao3 link]

Casino floors never had any clocks or windows so the patrons could forget about the illusion of time. It was easier to give away everything you had on games and drinks when you weren’t being reminded of a family or a boss expecting to see you at a certain time. If you were particularly susceptible, you could waste entire days and nights and all your savings on the slot machines until you had nothing to bet but your own life. This was just one of many ways some guys in the old world managed to suck the money out of idiots with disposable income despite starting their businesses in a desert.

They weren’t stupid enough to not take advantage of the view, though. If you already forked over the cash, you could have access to taking up space in a casino hotel’s luxury suite, complete with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. If you don’t look too hard, you can just bask in the glow of the pretty Vegas lights, bright enough that you can forget missing the natural night sky.

I won the lottery by being born in one of these rooms. I’ve never had to pay a cap for anything. I’m not even twenty and I’m already king of the wasteland. And up here in my ivory tower at the top of the Tops, I can only stare forward at the lights for so long. Even a ruler with no responsibilities has to look down at his subjects sometimes, and I’ve been making a habit out of observing the street below.

There were no rich kids wasting daddy’s money or wealthy men and their gold diggers out on the town. There were no small-time vendors selling trinkets and snacks or criers promoting the acts of the week. There were no tourists from the West or lucky locals from Freeside. Hell, there weren’t even any whores flaunting their goods outside of Gomorrah anymore; they were all inside, where it was marginally safer. The Strip was packed, always, but never with anyone that was worth a dime.

It was mostly raiders down there. Worthless fucking raiders. They had to still be raiders; they didn’t actually do anything around here to earn all the caps they spent at the casinos. Not that they had to spend much when Fresno made this place a raider’s paradise.

“You need to open the window when you chain-smoke.”

I didn’t look back at my father. But I did open the window a crack before he could ask me again. The coolness of the night air almost made it possible to ignore the smell of blood, sweat and shit outside. I took a fresh cigarette out of my case sitting on the windowsill, used the last embers of the butt between my fingers to light it, and took a drag. I tossed the useless butt out the window, watching it fall, almost hoping it’d light up one of the palm trees below. Maybe it’d fall and crush some of those Fiends sitting around on the sidewalk, inhaling Jet, blissfully unaware of their inevitable demise. Wishful thinking.

“Wider, please.”

He was reclining on the sofa where he had been for hours, reading a pristine copy of Tales of a Junktown Jerky Vendor again. There was little else for a man like him to do when there was no real work to be done. According to the posters in Vault 21 and some old books I’d read, my father was an ideal man; he was reserved, he prioritized me and his ‘wife’ above all else, he only ever drank or smoked when Fresno did, kept his hair neat and wore a shirt and tie every day, spent most of his free time reading-

“Auguste?”

I shoved the window open all the way. Fine, let the whole room smell like shit, see if I care. If he really preferred the stench of the Strip to the scent of cigarettes, I could keep the window open. Let the sounds pour through, too, all the yelling and obnoxious music. He’d learned to tone out the noise years ago.

I looked back at him over my shoulder when I felt him staring at me. He was sitting up now, holding the napkin he used as a bookmark between his fingers, debating if he was finished reading or not. The room was smokier than I thought, I’ll admit it, but he didn’t need to be on my ass about it. I put my cigarette out. “Happy?”

He slipped the napkin between the pages he was on and closed the book, leaving it in the corner of the coffee table before standing up. His shirt was only slightly wrinkled from lying down and his blond hair was still perfect without any product. If only I was so lucky.

“Is this about Brutus?”

I must have looked real upset just then, because I saw one of the rare instances where my father looked like he actually regretted asking me something. I spoke up before he could even think to apologize.

“Is what about Brutus?” I asked, coming off way more defensive than I wanted to.

“Your…” He paused, trying to find the right word that wouldn’t piss me off. “Mood.”

No, of course I’m not still upset about losing my best friend. He was just some dumb animal I’ve had since my tenth birthday. Just a stupid puppy Fresno gave me with the hope that I’d be so distracted I’d forget my father even existed. God forbid a ten-year-old want his father’s attention sometimes.

“It’s been a week. I’m over it.” I lied, then tried to change the subject before he could pry. “You never complain when Fresno smokes indoors.”

“I’m not Fresno’s father.”

“Obviously. That thing doesn’t have a father.”

I thought I was pretty clever, but he didn’t seem to like my joke very much. I closed my cigarette case and pocketed it before he could come and take it from me. “Am I wrong?” I continued. “Would someone with a decent role model be responsible for this?” I made a sweeping gesture out the window with a splayed hand.

He approached the window, and I stepped aside to let him have a look. There was absolutely nothing new down there that he hadn’t seen, but he seemed to be looking for something anyway. He eventually spoke again without looking at me. “I don’t see why you care about what goes on in the streets. You only go outside to have dinner or catch a show. Your life is confined to suites, bars and casinos. Nothing that happens out there has any relevance to you.”

He took a step back and closed the window half-way. He pulled his sleeve up to check his watch. “You’re as safe and taken care of as any young man can be. Your only concerns are what happens within these walls.” He pointed out, then walked over to the coat rack by the door. I followed him.

“What about you, huh?” I asked. “Did you really come all this way just to be some weirdo’s trophy husband?” “Auguste.” He always spoke more firmly when I talked shit about Fresno. “If you’re so unsatisfied with the state of New Vegas,” He put his coat on. “You’re more than welcome to do with it what you will once you inherit it.”

The idea of this city becoming a monarchy was still bizarre to me. I was basically a prince set to take over once Fresno finally croaked, sure, but it still felt wrong somehow. A city like this shouldn’t really have a ruler. Stars and casino owners, sure, but even a mayor wouldn’t feel right. Maybe I was just too used to the hands-off approach Fresno had taken since before I was born.

“You didn’t answer my question.” I said. “Come on, you told me you left Reno for Vegas. Didn’t you ever have dreams for this place that didn’t involve… this? You said Reno didn’t have opportunities anymore, what with the families, and the, uh…” “The NCR.” “The NCR!” I snapped my fingers. “New Reno had no room for new ideas or new money, that’s what you said. It was all family drama and politics. New Vegas was really new again, a real diamond in the rough, the last real city in the world. You always said you wanted to start something out here, so why are you just letting raiders run it into the ground while you’re wrapped around Fresno’s finger?”

He only buttoned up the bottom two buttons of his coat, and took a look at himself in the mirror by the door. “I didn’t just leave Reno because it lacked financial opportunities. It also lacked any reason for me to stay.” He said. I already knew he didn’t have any family he wanted to tell me about. “I came to Vegas to find a purpose. And, eventually, I found something more important to me than any ambitions I previously had.” “Yeah, that’s real sweet.” I teased. “But seriously, what did you think it’d be like today, twenty years ago? What did you really want before you met Fresno?”

I was so close to getting a real answer out of him, I could just feel it. Something in his eyes seemed to give way as he adjusted his tie, but it was closed off again when the door suddenly opened.

Fresno, my father’s ‘wife’, seemed eager to see him but frowned when they saw me. I don’t think they’ve ever smiled at me. “Oh, I thought you’d be alone in here.” They said to him. “This is our suite.” I pointed out. “We share it. I live here.”

“Whatever.” They said dismissively, then smiled at my father. From the way he’d been checking his watch and the way they were dressed, it was obvious they had a date planned tonight. They had a date planned almost every night, but this one must be a fancy date, because Fresno was wearing a white shirt under their leather jacket. “Dinner and a show downstairs? Or the Ultra-Luxe?” They asked him, leaning in close enough to kiss him. They weren’t wearing lipstick today. “What are you in the mood for, my Valoire?” My father had the audacity to look at me instead. “Would you like t–” “No.” I said firmly. I wasn’t going to be dragged around as a second thought. I had business to attend to, anyway. Before I could give them a look of disgust, I turned around to return to my place at the window, looking down.

Fresno probably wanted to say ‘you weren’t invited, anyway’, but held their tongue. The only thing stopping us from lashing out at each other was the fact that my father seemed to like us both equally. He was very careful not to lean one way or the other unless one of us were obviously in the wrong.

I heard the door open, and a pause before it shut again. It might have been a moment of hesitation. Maybe my father and I would continue our conversation later, maybe we wouldn’t. But I already knew enough to know that any real individuality he had was destroyed years ago. He was devoted to Fresno, they were devoted to him, and neither of them could care less what happened in Vegas. It was all on me to make something of this place. Where a king fails, a prince inherits his mistakes.

I closed the window the rest of the way and got a glimpse at my reflection.

Despite my best efforts, I was the splitting image of my ‘mother’. Oh, I had my father’s strong nose and his bright blue eyes, but that was where the similarities ended. I had Fresno’s complexion, their fiery hair, their strong jaw, their obnoxious freckles, and their weak frame. There was only so much I could do about that, but I made up for it in keeping my hair short and tidy, and only ever wearing suits. Yes, my suits were much flashier than my father’s, but that was warranted in this city. And red was my colour.

I took out my cigarette case and opened it. There were only a couple sticks left. I lit one and saved the last for later as I turned my gaze down to the street again.

One of these bastards shot Brutus, and I was going to return the favour. But it’s been seven days since and I still hadn’t figured out who’d done it. All I really knew for sure is that it wasn’t a Khan; for all their faults, they weren’t stupid enough to pick a fight with me. They had their own home somewhere in the desert and treated Vegas like the attraction it was, for the most part. We were also their biggest buyer next to the Fiends. No, they knew well enough not to fuck with me or my dog.

Honestly, I don’t think it was a Fiend, either. They’re stupid, sure, but there were two types of Fiends: the ones that were fucked up and mellow, and the ones who were fucked up and aggressive. The former occupied the Strip, the latter were in Freeside if they were lucky. If a Fiend was going to attack, they’d do it to my face, not shoot from afar. I can’t imagine they’ve got good aim after taking God knows how much Jet.

Then there were the 80s. They weren’t too common around here, even with Fresno’s affiliation with them. All I ever see them do is act tough and ride those goddamn ‘motor-cycles’ they’re so obsessed with. Loudest fucking things in the wasteland. The second this city is mine, I’m outlawing them for good. Maybe they knew what was coming and wanted to strike first. Maybe I’m overthinking it.

That left the Scorpions, Vipers, and Jackals. A dwindling gang, a cult, and the weirdos that now ran the fanciest casino on the Strip. Not including any individual raiders that weren’t really part of a group. Hell, maybe there was no real motivation behind it; people shot and killed animals for fun all the time. Maybe Brutus and I were just unlucky that night. I don’t fucking know. But I still want the head of the son of a bitch that did it.

I stepped away from the window. I wasn’t gonna make any progress watching ants go by. I figured my father and Fresno had freed up the elevator by now, and so I left the suite to head downstairs. I had my own date at Gomorrah.

Thanks for reading. Fresno belongs to my partner, @thespiral <3

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owlehh · 7 months

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i did a little drawing of a scene from my fic. some colour practice i guess? idk actually nah frick that i just had fun drawing it :3

this is from chapter 15 of my fanfic which you can read on ao3 or fanfiction. <3

#art #fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #maccready #oc x maccready #rj maccready #fallout fanfiction #owlehh's art

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3xm-draconic · 2 months

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Questions: for my new fallout: nv/skyrim fanfiction crossover.

Would yall rather see Cicero in the Mojave or Myrtle in Skyrim?

#fanfic #skyrim fanfiction #skyrim cicero #fallout fanfiction #fallout nv oc #fallout oc #fallout new vegas #crossover #help me out here i got 2 good ideas and i can't decide!

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quickbeamkoshki-blog · 8 months

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weird googles strike again for my need of being as canon accurate as possible

#fallout #fallout new vegas #fallout fanfiction #arcade gannon #this extended metaphor is taking me FOREVER someone send help or a GUN #when its done is when this chapter is done #please i missed my 1 month goal

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metize · 1 year

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A Very Bad Idea (Vulpes/Fem!Courier)

Rating: Explicit

Additional Tags: PWP, Dom Vulpes, Possessive Vulpes, Oral Sex, Creampie, Hate Sex, Wild Card Courier CW: Name-calling, Legion Typical Misogyny

Summary:

“In your dreams maybe,” you retorted. He smirked at your impudence, then pulled you in to kiss you. His mouth was ferocious, his kisses were never kind or chaste, he kissed you like he was conquering territory. Maybe he truly believed he was.

The crackling of the fire made for good white noise in the comfortable silence you shared with Boone. You were making your way to Camp McCarren, help the NCR sort some inside problems and hopefully earn some caps while you're at it. You were helping the NCR a lot more than you were expecting to, you weren’t exactly their biggest fan but somehow you always ended up lending them a hand, something the former soldier accompanying you didn't mind at all.

"Same watch rounds as last time?" You offered. Boone didn't speak, only gave a nod of acknowledgement followed by him getting up and headed to his tent.

You always took first watch on the road. First because it was easier for you to stay up longer than to wake up mid-sleep. But then it started becoming about waiting for your companions to sleep so you could address the person looming in the shadows.

"It's just Boone, he takes half a second to fall asleep, you can come out…" You spoke in monotone, not even looking away from the fire.

"Caution and patience are essential virtues, Courier." Vulpes' voice was low as you heard him emerge from the Mojave shrubbery. His steps were firm as he made his way closer and stood right behind you.

"For a creepy Legion spy, maybe" you concede with a huff of amusement. He pulled your hair back making you cringe at the pain stinging your scalp, he wasn't amused. You were forced to look up at his eyes, his gaze always condescending and so, so infuriating. His blue eyes boring into your soul, to many people that was the last thing they saw before they died.

"And for those” he added “who do things they are not supposed to do" he leaned close to your ear whispering into it "such as fraternizing with the enemy."

His voice sent shivers down your spine and the situation made you blush. That would be… a correct assessment of your actions. To put it plainly, you had been fucking Vulpes. Not as in once or twice, but as in it had become a recurring part of your travels. His job was to follow you and gather intel, so he would never stray too far away and so what started with a heated banter turned makeout session became a somewhat nightly occurrence.

"Unless, you think your companion wouldn't mind?" He chuckled grimly before snarling at you and tugging harder at your hair. But he knew Boone, he knew his hatred for the Legion. A hatred you shared wholeheartedly. "Get on your knees."

You swallowed, heat rushing to your face but also pooling in your lower abdomen. This was wrong, all of it. But that was what made it feel so fucking good.

“Make me.” That didn’t mean you’d make things easy for him. Never. Not when his face looked that good as he smiled pedantically at your defiance.

And make you he did. He pulled at your hair again, forcing you to your knees on the dirt, your pants protected you enough from the rough terrain but since this was a common treatment the skin there had already bruised. You didn’t mind it, that was the mildest of pains you had to endure in your nightly escapades with the frumentarius. ‘Endure’ is a harsh word, you knew exactly what you were in for with Vulpes and fuck, did you enjoy it. More than you’d ever admit out loud.

“How amusing it is to watch you try to deny your true purpose,” he sighed with a breathy chuckle as you had given in, a bit too eager to feel the weight of his cock inside your mouth. You shifted his armor, pushing down his stupid Legion skirt to free his half-hard length and start stroking it. “You may have those friends of yours fooled, but I know you for what you truly are… A whore.” The word made you shiver. He grunted as he felt you lick the underside of his dick. “Keep your hands behind your back. Open up and look at me.”

You breathed heavily, you put your hands away as he asked, the arousal between your legs burning stronger with each word that came out of his mouth. As you looked up at him you couldn’t help but quip back at him.

“You’re trying to fuck my mouth already? Whatever happened to the virtue of patience?” you said with a smirk.

“This isn’t about patience,” he growled and leaned down to grab your face with his hand, “it’s about knowing your place. Now open. up.”

You sighed, feigning annoyance to hide your eagerness. You kept your eyes on him as you opened your mouth, your jaw hurt a bit from his firm grip on it. You expected him to let go of your face and push his dick inside, instead he leaned forward and spit into your open mouth. The surprise in your eyes made him grin devilishly, your instinct to spit it out was interrupted as he presse your cheeks together to make you close your mouth.

“Swallow,” he smirked and watched your throat as you swallowed. “Good girl… you can be good, I know it. If you only accept your place.” He let go of your face and now did as you predicted, pushing the tip of his cock to part your lips once again. You accepted him into your mouth, your body was basically trained at this point to take him. Having him spit into your mouth had really gotten you into a deep wanton state, your pussy was pulsating with need. “We both know you can take me deeper than that, Six,” he murmured, pushing himself deeper as he thrust into your mouth. You allowed yourself to relax your throat letting his dick further inside, his breaths were heavy, soft grunts escaping his lips as you swallowed him down. “That’s it…”

You took the chance to slip your hand inside your pants, reaching to rub your cunt in search of some relief. You knew Vulpes wouldn’t like that, but you didn’t care you were aching already and it was his fault anyway. Besides, pushing his buttons and having him treat you like shit was exactly what you were looking for.

He noticed your deviation, pulling his cock out entirely.

“Your lack of discipline is disheartening,” he tilted his head, squinting his eyes at you. “We will have to fix that once you fall to the Legion,” he pulled you up by the collar of your armor, his tight grip on the leather forcing you on your feet. He was taller than you, but not overly so, you’d look up at him and couldn’t help but laugh at his words. “In your dreams maybe,” you retorted. He smirked at your impudence, then pulled you in to kiss you.

His mouth was ferocious, his kisses were never kind or chaste, he kissed you like he was conquering territory. Maybe he truly believed he was. The warmth of his mouth and his hands forcibly grabbing your waist made you press your thighs together to provide a bit of friction where you needed most.

“Get your pants off and get on your bedroll. I want to fuck you right next to the NCR dog’s tent,” he pushed you away with perhaps more strength than he intended to, or maybe the roughness was on purpose. Your eyes widened, you glanced at your tent a few meters away, right next to Boone’s.

“That’s…” Really hot. “A very bad idea,” you retorted. That was an understatement as to how insane Vulpes’ suggestion was. But more insane than that, was how excited the proposition made you.

“Any worse of an idea than having sex with your sworn enemy?” he teased, tilting his head up in an arrogant manner looking at you as if he was daring you. And you were never one to back away from a challenge.

You bit your lip and lead the way into your tent, making short work of your armor, opting to take everything off before laying on your bedroll. Half in an act of defiance, half in a desire to show yourself to him. The vulnerability of being completely naked under the Legion assassin was a danger rush that never failed to arouse you immensely. In a second Vulpes’ hands were all over you, his mouth on yours again claiming you for himself, the leather of his half-gloves felt rough on your bare skin. Those hands that tortured and killed, those gloves were probably stained with the blood of previous victims, maybe one day it will be stained with yours.

It should scare you. And in a way, it did, but the fear only fueled your arousal.

He took off one glove to rub your pussy, when his fingers finally plunged into you making you whimper, he let out a chuckle.

“Soaking wet for me. What would your companion next door think of this?” he whispered into your ear.

Shit, Boone. That’s right. You covered your mouth, stifling your voice. You shook your head at him in response, trying to deny it. Deny how much your body craved his rough handling and violent sadistic treatment.

“I bet he wishes he could fuck you, that he could see you displayed like this,” he groaned, possessiveness coating his words “but he can’t,” he laughed to himself “You’re a whore, but you belong to me.”

You clenched around his fingers, his movements weren’t fast but tactical, rubbing your clit with the base of his hand while his fingers dug deep inside of you. You let go of your mouth and propped your arm over your eyes, breathing heavily as he continued touching you. “I… ah… I hate you… so much…” you whispered.

He grinned at your words pulling away his finger and grabbing your arm to firmly pin it above your head. He pressed his cock against your folds, teasing your entrance with his tip just to watch you squirm for a bit before plunging inside.

“Once the Legion takes over…” he breathed out when he was fully sheathed, his voice low, “I will make an example out of you,” he whispered into your ear “I will fuck you in front of your profligate friends, the slave collar tight around your pretty little neck, your dream of.. ah… an independent Vegas ruined…” he laughed maliciously as he thrust into your body.

“You’re… a sick bastard” you moaned as quietly as you could, his cock reaching deep inside you, making you meet his thrusts with your own hips involuntarily. He rubbed you where your bodies met, making you see stars and bringing you closer to the edge. You hated this man so much, you wanted him dead, you wanted his entire faction obliterated from this side of the wasteland.

“Then why are you so willing- ngh…” he grunted, feeling your tightening around him “so pliable, and so…” he thrust faster, his cock pulsing inside of you, you were both so close to coming. “and so… fucking… perfect for me? Ah…”

“F-fuck-!” You gasped covering your mouth at the last second as you felt the orgasm hit you, your legs shaking as Vulpes spilled his cum inside of you. You felt him grunt right next to your ear, the sound making you bite your lip.

He stayed still for a while, both of you catching your breaths. There was no guilt inside you, or regret, maybe the slight annoyance of having to take contraceptives the next day because the man refused to ever pull out. Were your values that weak? That you’d be willing to let a guy like Vulpes take you over and over? Why were you so willing, indeed.

“I don’t fucking know why…” you murmured against the skin of his neck. You could feel his infuriating smirk without even having to look at his face.

#vulpes inculta #vulpes x courier #fnv #fallout new vegas #fallout fanfic #fallout fanfiction #fnv fanfic #vulpes inculta x courier #vulpes fallout

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userdogmeat · 6 months

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Keeping Warm

@falloutober - 15

Keeping Warm

It had rained for nearly four days straight before it had finally snowed and while Lone had been accustomed to the rain - a common occurrence in a coastal region - she had not been ready for snow. How could she have been? From what she’d read about the Capital Wasteland, snow had been fairly uncommon even before the bombs dropped. And what Lone could tell you, holed up in a shabby cabin with nothing but her moth-eaten blanket and her dimwit, jaw-grinding former neighbor and current companion, that she hated the snow. Almost as much as she hated Butch right now.

“This sucks.”

“Yep.”

“I mean, this really sucks.”

“I know, Butch.”

It had to be obvious, just how irritated she had been with him but he hadn’t seemed to notice nor care. Instead, Butch had just complained and complained and complained. It was cold. It was wet. His fingers were frozen. His hair was ruined. Blah. Blah. Blah. And when he’d run out of complaints, all he did was start over again, whining and moaning about just how much he hated the cold.

Lone hated the cold, too. But you didn’t hear her complaining about it, not that Butch would’ve given her the time to do so. His annoying voice filled the empty space with wasted breath that hadn’t been hot enough to heat it.

“Why’s it gotta be so cold?”

“It’s February, Butch. It’s going to be cold in February.”

“Not this cold!”

Irritation made Lone’s eye twitch as she stared at him blankly, “I don’t know what to tell you, Butch. It’s cold, maybe you should listen to me next time and bring your gloves.”

“But my gloves make my palms sweaty.”

Lone stared at the gray blanket sitting in her lap, worn and stained from its use in the Capital Wasteland and thought of twisting it. If wrung tightly enough, she had thought, it would’ve made a decent noose that she could’ve used to kill Butch with or maybe herself, were she so desperate enough.

“Again, Butch, I really don’t know what to tell you.”

“Ugh.”

Ugh was right. And unfortunately, Butch was right about pretty everything. This sucked. And yeah, sure - Butch being a petulant brat hadn’t been making the situation any better, but it really was the cold that had sucked the most.

“I feel like I’m ‘boutta freeze to death in here, y’know? ’m gonna get that frostbite or whatever, and my toes are gonna fall off.”

“Don’t be such a baby, Butch.”

“A baby!” He gasped, “I don’t know who you callin’ a baby when you’ve been totin’ around that rag of yours since we were in diapers.”

“It is not a rag.”

It was hard to not be defensive of her blanket. Lone loved her blanket. It kept her safe, secure and sure, it hadn’t done the best job of keeping the heat in since she was ten, but it was her blanket.

“It is too a rag, that thing’s thinner than paper and there’s more holes in that thing than I can count.”

“Well, Butch - last I recalled, counting really wasn’t your strong suit, was it?”

“Touchy.”

Lone couldn’t help but smirk at the purse of Butch’s lips, his huff audible as he pulled the sides of his jacket closer to himself in another attempt to keep himself warm. Stupid bastard, Lone had thought as she stared at her woefully unprepared companion. How had he not listened to her? Butch had left his hat and gloves in Megaton, refused to pack an additional sweater despite Lone telling him to, and had accidentally left his own blanket and sleeping bag in the last place they’d stayed at miles ago. It was no wonder the man was freezing.

“Here,” she huffed as she pulled the blanket from her lap, offering it to him, “I think you need this more than me.”

“I don’t want your stupid - ,”

“Take it, Butch, before I change my mind.”

The way Butch had reached for her blanket so hesitantly had almost been enough for her to change her mind but Lone had allowed it. He was proud - the proudest person she’d ever met, but he was freezing, too and despite how much she liked the idea of him being dead as a doornail and out of her hair, Lone couldn’t bear the idea of losing him either. Especially not like this.

“Thank you.” He had mumbled as he curled into the blanket that he’d tossed over his shoulders.

“Just don’t lose it, alright?”

“I won’t, I promise.”

It had seemed to do enough for Butch to shut up for a while, sniffing occasionally from the runny nose he’d developed. But Lone could see the way that he was shaking, the way the tip of his nose had turned a dark red from the frostnip, the way his teeth chattered as the muscles in his jaw tried to keep warm. He looked miserable - more miserable than she currently was and Lone couldn’t help but sigh.

“Come here.”

“What?”

Lone felt herself warm slightly at her sudden proposition to him, “I said, come here. You’re going to freeze to death if we don’t start sharing some body heat.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Butch had scooted towards her until his shoulders were flush with hers, his arm raising so that he could wrap the blanket around her but pausing as Lone held her hand up to stop him.

“Wait, you - we - uh, we’ve got to um…,” Lone had swallowed, her eyes trailing down his body before drawing back up to look at him and his stupid and unfortunately, devastatingly handsome, but confused face, “strip first.”

If there had ever been a moment that Lone had been grateful for the cold - it was right now because had there been no cold and no frost-nipped rosie skin, Butch would’ve been able to see the blush that had crept past her cheeks and up to her ears.

“We’ve got to what?”

“Strip,” she repeated, “we’ve got to share our body heat, not just some flimsy blanket.”

Butch’s mouth opened and shut a few times, the gears in his head turning in that weird, clunky way they always had when Lone had to offer a compromising solution for a problem that required sharing and touching. It was the same dumb face he’d made when they’d been forced to share that twin bed just a few weeks ago.

“Oh - uh, alright. But do we have to - um, like…”

“...Take our underwear off?”

Butch nodded meekly, his Adam’s apple bobbing with a hard swallow.

“I don’t know, I think so?” Lone mumbled, “I’ve never had to do this before but from what I’ve read and heard, this is the only way I can help prevent you from freezing to death.”

Butch didn’t object to Lone's explanation, there was no way that he could’ve not with his ass on the line but he still hesitated, instead choosing to wait for Lone to strip first.

Lone had started with her boots, unlacing them quickly - all thanks to the gloves that she had remembered to bring - as Butch struggled alongside her, his fingers stiff from the cold.

“Here,” she offered, reaching down and replacing his hand with her own, “let me help you.”

He watched quietly as Lone helped him remove his boots, her hand slipping underneath the heel and around his ankle before tugging gently and placing them next to him.

“Stand up.”

Butch took Lone’s offered hand, allowing her to pull him up until they were standing only a few inches from one another. Wordlessly, the two began to strip, peeling off their jackets and unzipping their vault suits until their under layers were exposed. And slowly, but surely - with their eyes glued to one another, Lone and Butch stepped out of their vault suits, pools of gore-tex lined blue leather dropping next to the rest of their abandoned clothes until they were in nothing but their underclothes.

Lone could see the way the cold was getting to Butch as he pulled his undershirt up and over his head, the muscles in his stomach flushed and taught as they contracted from the sudden exposure to the chilled air.

A huff of fogged breath blew from Butch’s mouth as he chuckled, “Fuck, I’m so much colder now.”

“Me, too.”

He smiled at her, the same dopey smile he’d been doing as of late whenever they were normal - or whatever this was - with one another and Lone couldn’t help but smile back. It was awkward and strange but somehow, the concept of being stark naked with her former bully turned companion (if that’s what you could call it) was also, somehow just another one of those days at this point. They’d already been through so much together, how bad could pressing her naked body against his naked body really be?

“Well…” she had started, “I guess we better…”

“...Yeah… I guess so.”

And with another awkward but swift movement, Lone and Butch removed their last article of clothing - their underwear - and made themselves completely bare to one another.

Butch quickly concealed himself with a cup of his hands as Lone quickly began to move, not that she had cared to look anyways - it had just been too cold. And besides, Lone was just as naked as he was, she knew that any pointed fingers at his shrinkage would be returned with a nasty comment about her own nudeness. Instead, Lone focused on the makeshift bedding that she had to quickly create before the encroaching freeze on her fingers made them too stiff to move.

“We’ll share my sleeping bag,” she said, as she moved to sit on her knees - her fingers fumbling as she tried to unclip the single-person sleeping from her pack, “it’ll be a tight squeeze but with this and the blanket, it should be enough to keep us warm.”

Lone could see the way that Butch’s shaking was becoming more severe, he’d been freezing for far longer than she had and now that he was nude, he was only getting worse. So she moved as fast as she could, throwing down the sleeping roll and unzipping it quickly.

“Lay down.”

Butch moved as quickly as he could, settling on the now open sleeping bag with a low groan and she quickly followed suit. Lone hadn’t been wrong about the tight squeeze as she pulled the blanket-part over her and began to zip with each tug, she felt herself pressed closer and closer to Butch’s chill body until it was finally pulled all of the way up to their chins and they were pressed firmly together.

“Come here,” she whispered, as she rolled over to face him, “press your chest against mine.”

Butch shivered against her as the flat of her palm rubbed small, soothing circles against his back and he wiggled one of his arms around her neck and the other wrapped tightly around her back. The two of them tucked their legs into one another, each other’s knee resting over the other until they were fully intertwined, the heat of their groins providing a small warmth against one another’s skin. And they laid like this for as long as they could, holding one another as they tried to keep warm. And it honestly wasn't so bad, Lone had thought, his body pressed against hers. It was strange but intimate, and almost comforting the way their bodies fit so perfectly against one another.

“Are you starting to feel any better?”

Butch nodded quietly. He was starting to warm up, Lone could feel it. Thank goodness.

“Do you want me to roll over,” she asked, “or maybe you and I spoon you?”

Butch shook his head, his nose burying into the top of her head and deep into her hair. “I’m fine like this,” he mumbled.

Lone smiled into his chest as she felt it begin to rise slower and more steadier, a sign that his muscles were finally starting to relax, allowing him to finally fall into much-needed sleep. And Lone took this as a sign for herself, as she pressed herself tighter against him with shut eyes, inhaling his cologne for a final time before drifting off herself into a warm sleep.

#falloutober #this was a lot longer than i had ever expected it to be #butch deloria #fallout 3 #fallout fanfiction #butch deloria x lone wanderer #kind of want to add onto this and maybe make this pwp? because this is really truly one of my FAVORITE tropes ever #userdogmeat creates

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