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neyafromfrance95 · 3 days
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can you believe that it's not something that was written in a dead dove enemies to lovers fic, it's actually canon?
she bit his finger off and he cut hers off and called it an honest exchange.
then he sewed her finger onto his hand...
i'm dizzy.
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stephsageek · 2 days
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Unhinged
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psycho-betty · 1 day
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cherries and nuka cola
a slow-burn vaultghoul fanfic on ao3
Picking up right after the events of the season and one finale, Lucy and the Ghoul begin their journey to New Vegas. They’re both hunting for answers and revenge but being constantly around each other is starting to fundamentally change who they are. The Ghoul is changing, he’s allowing himself to feel again to wonder about his family and…the future? Lucy is too, she’s still naive and hopeful but her innocence is quickly turning into frustration. With all that time the unusual pair spend together, everyone but them can see how their relationship is becoming something strange…
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priceseyes · 14 hours
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lucy/charlie/cooper - wasteland lovers, vacation au.
in which three people happen to go on the same vacation at the same time, meet one another AND a romance ensues between them. hi, hello! I wanted to make another little moodboard for these three, this time a vacation au one for them because I think it'd be super fun if they all met while on vacation and all that! hope y'all enjoy.
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tinfairies · 16 days
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Okay so the fact that Lucy has a necrotic finger grafted back onto her hand, kinda like how ghouls have decayed looking skin, and Cooper sewed her finger onto his hand. A finger that's basically untouched by the wastes, uncaloused and soft... Traits that they both need to embrace about themselves.
Lucy needs to become a bit more rough, hardened, less naive and trustful (while still maintaining her kindness and morals)
Cooper needs to soften up, accept help and love and understand that not everyone wants him dead and not everyone will betray him.
Those are wedding rings in my mind.
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buttercup--bee · 11 days
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Pretty as a vine; sweet as a grape - Sneak Peak
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Notes: There are no real warnings, other than this is an unedited intro to the sex pollen two part fic I'm releasing next mid-week. I hope it's okay! Pairing: Cooper Howard/Lucy MaClean Warning(s): Swearing; Implications of Child Abduction; more to come
One might think that he has full sway in what happens while they travel together, as for once, he’s being nice enough to share information. He doesn’t work well with others, let alone keep them alive when it's all said and done. Cooper usually takes his caps from sales or bounty’s. And he already tried the former on MaClean. 
So it’s a wonder he puts up with her deviations at all. Sometimes it’s to help someone, other times it's to explore. 
Most times it’s a waste of daylight. 
He thinks on this now, glaring at the sun steeped beneath an array of violet, orange, and periwinkle. The clouds are capped in gold, shafts of light desperate to pour over the wasteland. They should have made camp an hour ago, and instead they’re tracking some lady’s missing kid. 
The circumstances in which he caves are almost always the same. And this is no different. A local asks Lucy for help, she agrees, he disagrees; it always comes to a head when their knowledge expands upon how the missing item is important, or God forbid, a person is missing. 
Had it been a man or cat or some random family heirloom, Cooper would have sent her packing on her own. But of course, potential life means Lucy has to fit herself into the puzzle and solve it. Whether that absorbs his day too or not doesn’t seem to bother her at all.
Little miss morality has to hold the high ground and smother ethics in his face until he can’t do anything but give in and watch her back—it's a broken system. 
“Here!” Lucy jogs ahead of him, her pip-boy praising her with a jingle upon reaching her destination. 
Vault (#) glowers at them from over the tumultuous desert; darkened steel is lost to vines thicker than his forearm, rich in an assortment of cerulean, egg-white, magenta, and sprawling masses of black roots. It unfurls from the vaults gaping cavern with no obstruction. 
Whatever plantlife this is, it isn’t native to the Mojave. Cooper takes another step, his peripheral caught on the slight thrum the plant seems to emanate. 
There’s no way the kid went in willingly, right? This has to be a set up. The whole scene practically screams ‘death this way’. As far as the Ghoul is concerned, no child of the wastes is dumb enough to wander from home and into the clutches of uncharted territory. Not any with a brain.
His gut churns, his skin taut in warning, and his fingers flex beside his belt before he gathers himself in a single breath. This ain’t right.
Lucy is only a little ways ahead of him, beguiled by the abstract flora at her feet. 
When she looks at him, it's confidence that glimmers in her doe-eyes. “Okey Dokey,” with a slight nod, she readies her flashlight and pistol. Cooper’s brow rises before a word can escape him, and when one eventually does, it isn’t in practice or conscious. 
It just comes out. 
“Don’t.”
Lucy frowns. It’s small, barely lasts a second, “We already agreed–”
“Something’s not right,” he grunts, patience already worn thin, “either we leave together or I leave alone. It’s up t’ you, sweetheart.”
Many emotions fall over Lucy's complexion. Annoyance, concern, her expression is wide and open and full of disappointment. “You said you’d watch my back, you said since it was a little kid–”
“There is no lil’ kid.” Cooper’s tone is short, both with agitation and refusal to be made a fool. 
“You think Alice would lie ab–”
“Who?”
“The woman who hired us,” Lucy’s voice is high, disbelief feathered beneath shock and mild bemusement, “how do you not remember that?” 
He grunts, but it’s all she receives as an answer. After a moment, Lucy adds, “She paid us up front. Why do that if you’re going to lie or kill someone?” She's more amused than displeased as her reasons continue to flow. She meets his gaze for a time, longer than he thought her capable of, until his own furrows and conveniently, the fauna is interesting again.
The vault dweller isn’t wrong, he’ll admit that. But instinct has kept him alive all these years, and he’s more obliged to listen to it than some stranger squalling about offspring she had no evidence of. 
Cooper coughs, clasping to his belt tighter with the tilt of his hips when he recalls, “Half. She paid us half.”
A beat passes. Then another. He lets the insinuation hang between them until it's thick enough to drown in.
“What are you implying?”
He threw a line, she bit, now all he had to do was reel her in. Make her see sense. Whether it’s a raider's way to lure unsuspecting victims, a Vault-tec experiment gone wrong, or a vacant chamber—he didn't care. Cooper wasn't about to go and risk his life for two hundred caps and a boy he's never seen.
Despite himself, it turns out he would much rather Lucy leave with him, than allow her to fumble such an obvious trap. It’s unlike Cooper to care—if he could name it that. Perhaps there is an attachment, a pull, something just under the brittle surface they call acquaintanceship. Nothing he’s looked too far into. If he does, Cooper is unsure of where it will lead.
The fresh finger sewn to his hand itches, tingles, a fluttering reminder of where he got it; Cooper clenches his hand so tight it burns. 
“There is no kid,” he hisses, lurching forward as if to make his point, “no more caps, no helpin’ some lost soul—that’s a death sentence, and you’d be wise to leave wit’ me.”
At first, the silence is deafening. Both edge on what else left there is to say, as Lucy fiddles with the notch of her flashlight. Her eyes dart back from the path they came, the vault, and Cooper himself. 
Thankfully, a decision is made without any more pushback. 
He's almost prideful, the way she takes one, two, three steps towards his direction—
"Mommy!" A riptide of horror settles against Lucy's trigger finger, spinning on her heel so fast, it gives him whiplash. "Mommy, I'm hurt!"
Lucy is gone, sprinting inside the second Cooper reaches for her. 
It delays him, the shock in how fast she had evaded his grip. Long enough for him to think about whether or not he goes after her.  His finger itches again, a gentle warmth crawls up his arm when it flexes, more so when the weight of his firearm rests against it. 
Dogmeat finally reminds the ghoul of her presence, whining in the direction of Lucy's trail.
"Fuckin' hell," he grunts, cracking his neck alongside his saunter, "this is why I work alone."
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Again, this is unedited and I'm really sorry if there's any terrible mistakes! I promise it'll be much better post-release next week! I also didn't want to give too much away. Thank you!
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ghost-facess · 18 days
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has anyone written lucy x the ghoul yet? I'm halfway through ep 2 and think their dynamic would be interesting.
basically I need smut.
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sky-kiss · 14 days
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Lucy & Cooper: Eye to Eye
A/N: So short but needed it out of my head. Vague spoilers for the end of Fallout's first season, so be aware.
L & C: Eye to Eye
Vaultie doesn’t talk much for the first couple of days. 
Coop tries not to dwell on it—lot easier for him, lot safer for them, if she keeps her mouth shut. Just…well, hell, it’s one of those things that niggles at him, twitching in the back of his mind like a worm on a hook. Dumb fuckin’ fish that he is, Coop lets it draw him in. 
The ghoul gives her a once-over as they settle in for the night. Blood’s still crusted on her uniform, near the corner of her mouth, some of it flecked into her hair. A mottled bruise stretches across her cheek and up over her temple, purple at its center before paling to yellows and greens on the edges. Coop knows it hurts, but Vaultie doesn’t say shit. 
A noose and a prolonged stay on death’s door, dehydration, and irradiation hadn’t shut her up, but she’s sitting there, staring into the fire, all banged up and silent. 
Cooper chews a sardine ponderously. There’s no taste, not anymore, just the tension of flesh and little bones giving way beneath his teeth. He grunts before sliding the rest of the tray across to her. Vaultie doesn’t take it. He clucks his tongue. “Eat when then eatin’ is good, Vaultie. Get deeper into the Wastes and…well.” he shrugs as if the silence should be all the answer she needs. And it should be, but she just goes on staring with her huge doe eyes. 
“I’m not hungry.” Almost as an afterthought, she adds. “Thank you.” 
“Do what you like. You’re a big girl. And I ain’t your daddy.” 
The phrase jostles something in her head. Vaultie’s whole face screws up—nose scrunching, lips curling—and she opens her mouth as if to speak, only for it to snap shut. A muscle twitches in the corner of her mouth and it’s…it’s a hell of a thing. 
He doesn’t see his daughter in her face…doesn’t see Barb. He’s looking in a mirror. It’s two centuries ago, and he’s staring at himself—all offended dignity as he reads something unsavory in a script or listens to a suit wax philosophical about a battlefield they’ll never see.  
Vaultie must clock something about his reaction. All the stiffness leaves her posture. She just…deflates, eyes dropping. “I know that,” she says, voice soft. Not the “let me de-escalate this situation” bullshit she’d put on in Filly…just human. Very human and so tired. “I’m sorry—it was wrong of me to snap at you.” 
Coop almost laughs. He holds his arms out wide instead. “No harm done.” 
She goes back to her staring, back to her silence. Something howls off in the distance.  
Out of nowhere, and because it’s all just fuckin’ disorienting—the silence, having somebody around again—the ghoul says, “Reckon you’ll kill him?”
“Excuse me?” 
He picks nonexistent grit out of his teeth and spits. “Think you know exactly who I mean, sweetheart.” Vaultie cocks her head to the side. Firelight licks at her skin—it makes his hard lines harder, edges more jagged, but for her? She looks soft and young…a gross oversimplification. There’s steel in her eyes. Coop shrugs, flashing a smile that must look horrible. She doesn’t shrink back. “You find it offends your finer sensibilities and I’ll do it for ya.” 
“No.” Her tone leaves no room for debate. 
“Vaultie, that’s not a word I’m in the habit of hearing.” 
“It’s Lucy,” she corrects. “And I…said what I said.” The girl hugs her arms around herself. “He’s still my dad. I don’t want him…” Vau..Lucy pauses. Her brow furrows, “...Well, I guess I don’t know what I want yet. But…I have time.” 
“Less and less of it every day.” 
She screws up her nose again. “Maybe. But it’s my choice.” It’s the damnedest thing: the words just hang there for a second, silence broken by the crackle of the fire. And then she seems to actively register what she’s said. It’s Lucy MacLean’s choice. She smiles and nods—brilliant and bloodied and somehow still clean. “But…thank you for offering.” 
Like he’s suggested giving up his seat on the bus and not filling her daddy full of lead. Fuckin’ Vaulties…Coop shakes his head, “Anytime, sweetheart.”
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dimmadoome · 16 days
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Hey look. I wrote a Vaultghoul fanfic.
Pairing: Lucy MacLean/Cooper Howard
Summary: One small decision brings our heroes down a new path entirely. A kiss, a gentle hand and a second chance are all Cooper and Lucy need to change the course of their lives as they know it.
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exhalcyon · 12 days
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I can’t wait to see Lucy realize who this jackass actually is 🤣
based on the meme in the read more section by @flam-kish
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neyafromfrance95 · 3 days
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you know what makes norman saying that lucy would marry a tumorus cannibal even more prophetic than lucy forming an alliance with the ghoul at the end? the fact that the finger exchange can be read as a ring exchange...
they might not go there explicitly but i can see them playing with the metaphors and subtext.
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priceseyes · 14 days
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coming out as a vaultghoul (lucy maclean x the ghoul) shipper. 🫣
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tinfairies · 18 days
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I literally have no idea how to ramble about this coherently but
It gets cold in the desert at night and Lucy is definitely not used to being in an environment that isn't temp controlled.
Anyway, Cooper refuses to light a fire after dark because it attracts undesirables and wasteland creatures.
Lucy is cold :(
It starts with Cooper tossing her his jacket, a little heart to heart is exchanged and then the night ends with them sharing a bedroll with Lucy tucked up against Cooper's chest like a human teddy bear.
I headcanon that ghouls are very warm because of the radiation so she's basically snuggling a radiator.
I also have ideas about him pushing her face first into that bedroll and fucking her like he's feral. But those are for a different post :)
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cocodavie · 12 days
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sky-kiss · 9 days
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Chapter Summary:
“Maybe we try…not shooting them?”
Coop gets the impression that exaggerated pause is for his benefit. Lucy steps between him and the town, still half a mile off at least, arms held out wide, smiling. He grunts, making to step past her, and her fingers curl under the bandolier.
“If you got a lick of self preservation in that pretty head of yours…”
The left half of her lips twitches up, more sneer than smile, revealing one pearly white canine. Her grip tightens. “They’re just people. They’re just people. And maybe they’re not…” Lucy shrugs—she’s a real fuckin’ sight, sun-burned, hair lank and matted with sweat and sand. “Please…”
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