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until-the-brahmin-come-home · 1 year

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Hi I’ve got some questions about Sam since. You’re doing a run of Fallout 3!

1. What’s his relation with religion like?

2. What is his relation with the Brotherhood + minor factions like?

3. Feel free to ramble about him I’m curious!

Hello, and thank you for the questions! It should be noted that Sam is agender and uses they/them pronouns.

Answers under the cut:

Sam is an ex-Catholic; they followed the religion when they were younger, and they still value it as a way to feel close to their late mother, but in their teens they realized they didn't feel they were connecting to god like they were 'supposed' to and gradually grew distant. Now they're somewhat agnostic; they've seen enough strange things to have a belief in the supernatural, but they don't believe in an almighty creator. They do still wear a cross on a necklace, and utilize some christian symbolism - for example, in their name (Samael), and many of their tattoos. I, personally, am not religious and don't have a strong connection to christianity besides the background 'i am an adult who grew up in america', so my thoughts on this front aren't as put-together as I'd maybe like them to be.

a) Sam. hates. the Brotherhood. They think the whole group is full of pretentious, bigoted, self-righteous assholes and if they could avoid working with them they would. Unfortunately, the railroad-y nature of the story means that Sam does have to grit their teeth and go along with them in places, but they won't make it easy. Very "I'm not stuck here with you, you're stuck here with me" energy in a lot of their interactions - Sam would frequently start fights, steal things, and otherwise be as difficult to work with as possible. If it weren't for the fact that Sam was integral to Project Purity, Lyons probably would've kicked them out. Once the whole ordeal is over they abandon the BoS and never look back. I've toyed with the idea of Sam being the one who killed Sarah Lyons in-between 3 and 4, although I'm not sure if I'll make that canon to their story or not.

b) Sam also hates slavers and the Enclave and will go out of their way to attack them whenever possible. They're not fond of raiders but will leave them alone if they don't attack first - something that, sadly, doesn't happen too often. On the flipside, they get along well with Little Lamplight + Big Town and swing by frequently to make sure they're doing alright; they're friendly with the Family, having some quiet cannibalistic tendencies themselves (they'd never kill someone to eat them, but if they're already dead, meat is meat...only when supplies are low, though); they genuinely like Reilly's Rangers and are happy to help them map out the wasteland; they think both Talon company and the Regulators are weird and annoying, although they obviously have a lot more problems with Talon; they think the Underworld is cool; and in the made up version of fo3 in my head where the super mutants are well-written, Sam gets along fine with them too. Sam has nothing against the Children of Atom or the Treeminders but, because of some weird interactions, quietly tries to avoid them. The whole 'disarming the bomb' and 'killing Harold' thing doesn't help.

3. Random info: they avoid finding their dad for a really long time. They get the information of where he went off of Moriarty's terminal, but after that they just fuck around doing quests for Moira and dragging trinkets back to their house. Since I'm currently doing the wasteland survival guide - I'm choosing snide options because I want the critical hit bonus, but Sam would choose the intelligent ones; they're very much a scientist when it comes to how they view the world.

Also, they learn how to do tarot readings from Beatrice in 101, and carry a deck with them into the wasteland, occasionally doing readings before major events.

#fallout 3 #oc tag: sam #thanks again for your interest!

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evilvarric666-archive · 4 years

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Reilly's Rangers in fo3 are such an obvious Aliens reference I can't believe I didn't catch that until now

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thegreatdivide · 4 years

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6, 9 and 18 for the fallout asks please!

Thank you for the ask. 😊❤

6. If you could have one creature as a companion, what would it be?

Hmm, having a Deathclaw companion would be fun lol. I liked having one follow me in FO3. I also think a night stalker or gecko would be cool in FNV.

9. What was your favourite quest?

I picked a few for each game because choosing one is too hard.

FO4: I enjoyed doing The Silver Shroud, The Secret of Cabot House, and Reunions to name a few.

FO3: The main questline including Broken Steel ,Operation Anchorage, Point Lookout (Main Quest), Reilly's Rangers and Replicated Man are among my many favorites.

FNV: Lonesome Road, Old World Blues, and Crazy Crazy Crazy come to mind. I haven't gotten far in my most recent playthrough and I've forgotten so much. I need to get back into that game.

18. Which companions do you wish you could romance? X6-88 for sure. He's a great character and I think he deserves the opportunity to find himself outside of the Institute.

#fallout #asks

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hydroflorix · 5 years

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Sooo has buck ever meet your lone wanderer ? I bet they probably had some interesting talk.

Yes! They meet when Regan goes to the Underworld.

(side note... first and last time Buck is ever happy as a ghoul)

Buck in Fallout 3 stays in Underworld, but tends to hang around the Mall picking off Super Mutants and helping stray Wastelanders and Brotherhood patrols get through the area. He’s kind of like the Mysterious Stranger of the Mall.

Regan instantly sticks out to Buck since she’s a young obviously vault dweller out in the wastes like he once was, and after mustering up the courage to say hi, he finds out she’s the same age he was when he went to the wasteland (I do have things set up so they're parallels of each other lol, since FO3 has quite a few parallels to FO1). Buck never discloses to anyone that he’s THE Vault Dweller since he’d rather bury that whole past, but he does bring up that he was a vault dweller of an undisclosed vault out west, and they end up bonding over vault life talk. He also shares with her a bunch of tips on surviving the wasteland and dealing with various wasteland creatures.

He goes with her to get the satellite for GNR, and also likely will go with her to rescue Reilly’s Rangers too, but since he feels a duty to the Mall, he ends up buying Charon’s contract for her to keep her safe for the rest of her travels. Regan also goes to Buck for comfort when she’s completely exiled from Vault 101.

Their friendship ends badly over Fawkes though, and though I haven’t yet worked out how it’ll go, they’ll likely cross paths again during the events of FO4.

#asks #fallout #fallout 1 #fallout 3 #vault dweller #lone wanderer #fallout oc #ghoul #fallout ghoul #vault dweller buck #lone wanderer regan #lineless #fanart #Anonymous #side b

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lordmaurice · 3 years

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Top 10 Fallout 3 Quests

I recently did a play through of Fallout 3 for the first time in a couple years and it inspired me to make a ranking of my favorite quests. There will be spoilers. I tried doing an evil play through as I’ve never played fallout 3 with a very evil karma before. This is just gonna be vanilla fo3 quests.

Honorable Mention to the Replicated Man & Tenpenny Tower, two quests I greatly enjoy and barely missed the list.

10. Those!

I liked the abrupt, ominous start to this quest. A random child, Bryan, runs up to me while strolling around the wasteland and starts talking about his town being attacked by some mysterious creature. After finding the town infested with fire breathing ants and the kids father dead, I find a makeshift laboratory in a shed next door and notes on a terminal directing me to the source of the fire ants so I can exterminate them. Pretty solid way to start a quest, got me invested.

I opted not to kill the queen fire ant, dealing with only the nest guardians and returning to Dr. Lesko so I could get some of that sweet sweet Ant Might. The ending of the quest required me to find a home for Bryan. The game gives a decent amount of options for this but since I was being a naughty boy this time around, I went down to my boy Eulogy Jones in Paradise Falls and sold Bryan into a life of slavery.

Overall, a quality quest with a variety of ways to go about it.

9. Agatha’s Song

Agatha’s house is a quaint little home tucked away in the north of the map. This is one of the times I sacrificed my evil karma for a quest. Agatha is a charming old widow who simply wants me to find a violin for her. She lets me know of a vault which once held the nation’s best musicians, and informs me that there I can find her ancestor’s violin in pristine condition. This led me to finding Vault 92 just south of deathclaw city.

Vault 92 was an interesting place to explore with an interesting story to tell. Through a series of holotapes and terminals, we’re able to piece together yet another disturbing vault experiment, causing vault dwellers to lose their mind. After fighting through a shit ton of mirelurks, I find the violin and return it to Agatha. While there is no physical reward for completing the quest, the reward of getting Agatha’s radio station and being able to hear the violin you rescued is enough of a reward.

Overall, a spooky romp through a sinister location with a heartwarming conclusion

8. Reilly’s Rangers

I found Reilly on a hospital bed in Underworld, the only other non-ghoul in the settlement. I woke her up with a medicine check and she began going on about her team of badass shooter dudes and how they got fucked up by some super mutants. She told me that her team was holed up on the roof of a hotel and was in desperate need of rescuing. She gave me the passcode for her home base for some reason and sent me off to take her things and save her friends.

This quest offered some good old fashioned super mutant slaughter. Almost reminiscent of a Fallout 4 quest, but in a good way. I fought my way up the floors of a hospital and crossed a fallen radio tower to access the upper levels of the hotel, eventually fighting a super mutant overlord before finally reaching the roof. I saved the epic team and thankfully had a fissure battery on me to repair the elevator. We escaped and I returned to Reilly to get a beefy ass minigun named Eugene.

Overall, an action packed rescue with a solid reward

7. Trouble On The Homefront

And so we go back to where it all started. Going back to Vault 101 after being locked out ever since level 1 was awesome. I received a distress signal from Amata, informing me that the new Overseer is insane and they need help. I walked back through the familiar gate and strolled back into my old stomping grounds. Upon arrival, and after chatting with some familiar faces, I found out about the two ideologies battling it out in the vault. Amata wants to open up the vault and the overseer wants to keep it closed.

When I approached Amata and she told me to convince the overseer to open the vault and not to kill him, I knew that I was going to kill him. I popped him between the eyes and Amata told me I needed to go. It was pleasant being able to interact with the tutorial characters after gaining some experience in the wasteland, and although there is no tangible reward, being able to take Butch as a companion is a nice addition. There are many ways to complete this quest and takes into account the initial choice of killing or sparing the overseer that the player encounters during the tutorial.

Overall, a fascinating trip down memory lane

6. Stealing Independence

Whilst roaming the halls of Rivet City, I stumbled upon the Capitol Preservation Society. Here I found Abraham Washington, a brilliant historian who wants me to retrieve the Declaration of Independence from the national archives to preserve in his glorious museum. After arriving at the archives, I found a girl named Sydney fighting off some super mutants. I helped her kill them and then promptly shot her in the head and took her epic gun.

After fighting through a barrage of super mutants, mister gutsies and sentry bots, I came across a true patriot, Button Gwinnett, a Protectron who believes he is a founding father. After convincing him that I am Thomas Jefferson, he decided to take a long nap and allowed me to snag the document I craved. I was also able to pick up the Bill of Rights and Magna Carta while I was there. After bringing the documents back to Abraham Washington, I received a nice amount of caps and the schematics to build the railway gun.

Overall, a fun history lesson with a rad robot

5. Wasteland Survival Guide

This is always the first side quest I tackle in Fallout 3 and this play through was no different. I sauntered into Craterside Supply and Moira sent me off on my first set of objectives. Each objective gives great opportunities for early experience and opens up the world early.

This is the perfect introductory quest for an open world RPG. It sends the player all around the map, providing them with solid loot, and lets them experiment with numerous mechanics, enemies, and locations all under the guise of creating a survival guide for the world you're exploring. It’s a multi-faceted quest with three sets of three objectives, leading to many opportunities to gain experience and learn about the Capital Wasteland.

Overall, a goddamn classic

4. The Superhuman Gambit

I love this quest. Utter and pure fun and creativity. Upon first walking into Canterbury Commons, I witnessed a battle of epic proportions. The Antagonizer, a villainous ant commanding fiend, and the Mechanist, a robot commanding superhero, briefly argued before battling their minions and running off in different directions. After talking to the townsfolk and learning about their disdain for the two super-bozos, I was tasked with returning peace and justice to Canterbury Commons.

I started off by visiting the Antagonizer. After fighting through her ants, I reached the fiend herself and convinced her to give up her life of crime with my eloquent speech. She gave me her suit and fled. I then paid the Mechanist a visit. I decided to allow him to continue his delusional superhero antics and traded the Antagonizers suit with him for his swanky laser pistol. While this isn’t the longest quest, there are so many ways to approach it and its humor and lighthearted fun makes it a constant joy to play.

Overall, a superhuman war that only you can stop

3. Oasis

After wandering through the grey, dead wasteland for so long, stumbling upon the lush, vegetated forest of Oasis is absolute joy. Upon first arriving I am whisked inside by some tree people and told that I have been summoned by some unnamed powerful character. After being forced to take some psychedelics, I wake up in a gorgeous, green grove. Here is where I find Harold, a man in a tree who has lived for hundreds of years. The tree people believe he is a God, but he informs me that he is simply a man inside of a tree. He has one request for me: death. He craves a release from his stationary existence, and I oblige. He informs me that I can find his heart underground. Harold can be killed on the spot by burning him alive, and although I am doing an evil play through, I’m not that evil.

While on my way to the heart, I overhear the tree people arguing. One wants to stop Harold’s growth so he can stay tucked away and safe while the other wishes to accelerate Harold’s growth and speed up forestation of the wasteland. After fighting my way through the mirelurks beneath Oasis, I arrived at Harold’s heart. I opted to accelerate his growth, as the thought of a vegetated wasteland intrigued me. There are many ways to go about this quest, and it genuinely makes you ponder what the most ethical option is.

Overall, a luscious land with some difficult decisions

2. The Power of Atom

When I think of Fallout 3, I think of Megaton. The first town of the game is my favorite location. Perhaps the best part about Megaton, is that it can be wiped off the map with a nuclear bomb that’s just chilling in the middle of town. Upon first walking into Megaton, Lucas Sims tasks me with defusing the nuke in the town square once and for all. I smiled and gave a lukewarm thumbs up. After venturing into Moriarty’s Saloon, I encountered Mr. Burke, who tasked me with rigging the bomb to explode. Myself being a no good bad boy gave a devious smirk and agreed.

I met the Burke man at Tenpenny Tower, an elegant hotel in the middle of the wasteland, and met Alister Tenpenny, the man who Burke worked for. I stood on the balcony, pushed a button, and watched the town of megaton explode with a massive explosion, which still looks absolutely gorgeous in 2021. This quest ranks so highly for me because of the massive consequences that branch from this decision.

Overall, the bomb go boom boom kaboom

1. Tranquility Lane

Whenever I start this quest, I never want it to end. While out hunting for dear dad, we reach Vault 112, and are guided to a simulation pod. Here, we enter Tranquility Lane, a simulation of an American suburb that contains the unknowing minds of the vault’s dwellers. Here we meet Dr. Braun, a sadistic scientist who parades around the simulation as a little girl named Betty. Hearing Bruan and Betty’s voices swap between each other is creepy and awesome.

Braun sends us on a quest to torment the citizens of Tranquility Lane. Each of the objectives he gives us can be completed in a wide variety of ways. All of these horrid acts culminate in the player dressing up like a killer and slaughtering all of the citizens, only for them to be reloaded to be tormented by Braun another day. There is a way to finish the quest without killing anyone or losing karma, as there is a way to access a secret terminal and call in the Chinese soldiers to save the day.

This quest is just ultimately creative and wildly fun. It’s the most enjoyable quest for me to play from start to finish, and has so many creative ways to go about completing each of its objectives.

Overall, a masterpiece quest

That’s gonna do it.

Peace.

#fallout #fallout3

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danses-with-dogmeat · 6 months

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Day 16 -- Reilly

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober 2023, Day 16 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Semi-Public Sex with Reilly x M!Lone

I always felt like Reilly and Lone could develop a pretty interesting relationship, especially if Lone has the medicine capabilities to be the one to heal her in Underworld, so... This is just me exploring those musings 😊

I hope y'all like it!

Here is the link to my Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Semi-Public Sex, goodbye sex, trust issues, medical recovery, guilt, new relationship, aftercare-ish, therapy.

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The fluorescent lights still blared down upon his glistening form, as Lone’s chest rose and fell in his exertion; but Reilly stayed low, hips pressed flush with his and her head bowing to take him in, to commit the details of his body to memory. His bright eyes and the hair threatening to cover them, his chest, broad, but soft where her hands splayed over him, that blemish upon his cheek he’d been fretting over all week long.

She would miss this.

One day soon, Reilly would have to part with him. For the good of her men, of the rangers, of all the people they were responsible for helping… But she couldn’t think of goodbyes now, not when he was being so… distracting.

“Damn, Riles, I can feel you clenching me.” He choked out, his voice raw, tired from heavy breathing and holding back any semblance of sound as best he could.

The residents of Underworld had plenty more to worry about than the young, promiscuous new couple in the infirmary, but that didn’t mean they didn’t have ears.

Already the pair had had more than their fair share of close calls, especially with Doc Barrows almost always in the office.

They were being stupid, Reilly knew. She should’ve never allowed this. To get mixed up with somebody she met only a few weeks ago, and only because he was watching her sleep before she got out of the coma. Yeah... there’s better ways to choose a partner, but hell, if she couldn’t see that regret, even with a super-powered scope right about now.

Lone thrusted up into her from below, his searing girth filling her to bursting with each enthusiastic buck of his hips. She ground down against him, meeting his rhythm blow for blow. Like a well-executed firefight, she moved when he did, followed the signals he gave to her, never allowed her attention to waver. She poured it into him until she was sure he was sated, and even more miraculous, Lone did the same.

Her lover’s conquests had rarely ended so well in the past.

And Reilly was still waiting for the damn thing to blow up in her face.

Only paying me the time of day to fuck me and then scoot, taking advantage of my injured state, gathering information for an interested party whose views didn’t align with those of the Rangers.

Could be any of those, and yet…

Even with all her doubts, her mistrusting nature, Lone had managed to claw his way into her thoughts, her feelings.

And he keeps this shit up, he might just stay there.

Reilly’s back arched, her head tilting back, a deep sigh escaping her lips to dance about the cool, infirmary air as Lone’s hand slid down from where he grasped her hips, down to set his thumb over her clit and rub.

“Easy, don’t want Barrows to come running again, sweetheart.” He said cheekily, and rather than shooting him the annoyed look she had ready in her arsenal, Reilly swooped her body down to capture his lips in a kiss. She ceased her bouncing over him, opting to thrust forward, grinding his hand beneath their bodies and stimulating herself all at the same time.

Lone groaned into her, his free hand going to wrap around the back of her neck and anchor her closer to his feverish kneading. His lips captured hers in a series of all-encompassing kisses, each growing more desperate than the last as she felt his cock swell and pulse within her clenching walls.

“Fuck, Lone…” Reilly whispered, appeasing his request for quiet as best she could with his cockhead beginning to rub so deliciously against that sweet spot deep inside her.

He hummed in satisfaction, honing in on that point as his momentum increased, as both hands returned to her hips to keep her steady as he ground up into her.

“‘M close.” Lone grunted, his brows furrowed and nose curled in a snarl as he tried to keep his release at bay, while all the same, pile-driving towards it without abandon.

“Me too.”

“Shit, well… ladies first.” Lone breathed, and Reilly would’ve laughed, if she hadn’t been busy gasping at the way he continuously plunged into her. The friction felt like it was enough to set her ablaze, her aching body was at the edge, ready to tap out from the overwhelming excitement of their union, but with one last, ardent press of himself to that sensitive place deep inside, and Reilly tipped over the edge.

Her sore body floundered and trembled above him, her walls gripping wildly around his aching erection until he felt fit to burst inside her. With a sudden rough haste, Lone’s hands wrenched Reilly upwards and off his throbbing cock just in time for it to spray his seed across his own stomach. The sudden friction against her over-sensitive walls as he pulled away sent Reilly into another fit of blissfully aching convulsions. Lone’s own body shook like a laboring machine beneath her, spilling out the last of his cum messily onto his torso.

Only as he came down from his high, did Lone notice the symphony of moans and breaths escaping his tense throat, and an exclamation mark formed quickly in his mind.

“Shh, hey, Mr. ‘Keep-Quiet,’” Reilly said from above him, her own orgasm faded enough from her body that she could feel the embarrassment all over again at the thought of Barrows finding them– hearing them– again. “Do you want every damn ghoul in the museum to hear you?”

“Alright, fine... You want me to be honest?” Lone’s eyes captured hers as he leaned back against the mattress, his muscles turning to static as the relaxed bliss settled within him.

Reilly looked down between them, down at his chest as it heaved against her own, feeling the subtle lift and fall of her body as his moved beneath it, feeling their shared slickness, the heat pouring from him to her, and vice versa.

It was reckless, maybe. It was pointless, too, probably. Getting mixed up with some ex-vault dweller while she was in hospital.

She only allowed herself to realize it after the fact, after weeks of this exciting routine they’d formed. A routine she… she knew she really had no right to.

After all, her mates were still out there in the CW somewhere; stranded, wounded, dead, maybe… and here she was, grinding wantonly against a man she’d only known for a couple weeks, laying her lips over his in an attempt to steal his voice from the sound-carrying walls of the infirmary of this… what the hell was Underworld considered, anyway? A town? An exhibit?

Right now it didn’t matter.

Lone had saved her life, had been there when she woke, and every day since. He’d told her he would help her, that he’d try to find her team, but she couldn’t ask him to do that.

What if he was hurt? What if he was killed? Reilly wouldn’t know the fate of him or her team, and even more than that, how the hell could she live with herself if something like that happened? If he died... because of her?

She knew, as solemn a thought as it was, she knew she already had blood on her hands in the form of her stranded Rangers. Sending Lone out there wouldn’t change anything.

It was the right choice. It was right to keep him here, by her side. Reilly told herself that every day, every hour of every day. It was right to wait it out, to stay here with Lone…

Because her own selfish desires weren’t a good enough reason to keep him here when she knows her people are out there, in need of help.

“Honestly?” Lone thankfully interrupted her thoughts. “I don’t really care if they hear.” He whispered, like it was the biggest, most sought-after secret in the Wasteland.

Reilly managed a smile, but her thoughts were still distant, distracted. More so every day she worried about her men, her team, every day that she felt stronger, more able, she convinced herself she could be out there trying to find them, help them. Then they could all be the Rangers again. What the hell kind of leader is she if–

“Reilly, you okay?” Lone’s concerned voice pulled her from her spiraling thoughts, “Is– was something wrong?”

“No,” She said quickly, “It’s not you, Lone, it was great. You were great… Just stuck in my head a bit, that’s all. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize for that, baby.” His little, reassuring smile sent a deep ache to her chest. “You want me to try and distract you again? Hm? I can probably rally…”

Reilly bit her lip at that, stuck between an amused smile and a repulsed frown.

She shouldn’t. Not again, not with him. Lone was… well, by any proper kind of standards, he really, truly was little more than a stranger to her. All their pet names, their wild romance, and still, what they were doing… it was no better than a series of one-night stands. Not to mention, with her condition, all this... activity was more than likely to be keeping her here longer than she had any right to. Especially with her men stranded–

God, she could go round and round in circles in her head for days.

And hell, she did.

Lone was the only relief from it, the only distraction that kept her catastrophizing at bay, that kept her from leaping out of this cot altogether and charging off into a fight she was bound to lose in the name of what? Loyalty? Courage?

Reilly didn’t need to do that. She’d proved both those qualities in herself half a dozen times for each of her teammates. She knew she had to stay here, knew she had to recover, knew that that was the only way to, at least partially, ensure her friends’ survival.

But then, why did she feel this way? This overwhelming guilt, uselessness, shame?

“You’re doing it again, sweetie.”

Lone’s hands stroked up Reilly’s bare back, drawing soothing circles over the clammy skin there, and leaving a crop of goosebumps in their wake.

“I’ll stop, okay? Stop with the jokes. Let’s just take a minute.”

I can’t. She wanted to croak out– no, she wanted to scream.

I can’t take a minute, or a second, or a moment of this. Of silence, of laying here and doing nothing but listening to the asshole in my head that blames me for getting hurt on the battlefield.

It was inevitable, she was sure. No way to predict the way the firefight played out. Not until it was too late, anyway.

God, here I go again. Enough with the thoughts, the questioning, the lingering on the past…

At least when they were fucking, as selfish and crass as it seemed, at least Reilly was doing something. She was working towards something, helping her partner feel good, giving him pleasure and praise, she was providing something for another.

It’s what she does.

It’s why she started the Rangers, how she found her teammates, how she convinced them to join her. By helping them, by being supportive and attentive. It’s why she exists here, now, in this fucked up reality, this hardened, savage world, because she can make it better dammit.

One small piece at a time.

“Breathe with me, Riles. Just… clear your head, okay?”

Reilly finally forced herself to exit the fog of her thoughts, focusing on Lone’s request with everything in her to keep that inner voice at bay, and with a sigh, she was able to manage what he requested.

Their bodies rose and fell against each other’s with each heavy breath, and Lone’s hands continued their soothing patterns over the skin of her back, until Reilly felt a peaceful fatigue drag at her eyelids.

“That’s good.” His voice whispered, a completely new quality to it than before. The throaty arousal had dissipated, and left behind a comforting, low drawl. “Let your eyes close, keep your thoughts blank. It’s just you and me here. Nothing else exists.”

His voice was all she allowed into or out of her head as she tried valiantly to obey his instructions, to keep her thoughts in the outskirts of her mind, to relax, for a change.

She’ll take a damn firefight over meditation any day, but this… Reilly had to admit, it felt… nice. Freeing.

“I can feel how your whole body is relaxing. You’ve gotten a little heavier now.” He chuckled out the last bit, the laughs sending ripples through her body as he jostled her.

“This feels much better, babe. Take another breath for me, and then hold it.”

She felt him take in air with her, both their chests puffing up with the volume of it.

“And now,” Lone said, his voice strained from the breath-holding, “Release.”

Embarrassingly, hers almost came out as a moan, the heavenly feeling of her taut muscles finally relaxing proving to be overwhelming in the moment.

“Beautiful.” He whispered from below, and Reilly allowed her eyes to blink open. Her gaze was still fuzzy with unfamiliar tranquility as she looked down at her unlikely partner with a soft grin.

“How the hell did you get so good at that?”

“Well, my dad was a doctor, and I was supposed to be the vault therapist, i-if I stuck around, so… Guess I just remember all the prep I did to get ready for my career.”

“A therapist, huh? That could really come in handy out here in the real world too, I think.”

“Yeah?”

She couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic, or just genuinely curious, but... Well, wasn't what she said rather obvious? This fucked-up world? The people around them-- hell, her?

That may as well have been a session.

“Oh, yeah." Reilly decided to keep her voice neutral, not to hurt his feelings. After what Lone just did-- has been doing for her since she met him, it was the absolute least she could do. "Already could think of a dozen or so patients to line up."

He beamed at that, delightfully. It quickly became infectious, and she found herself mirroring his smile.

"You’ll tell me when you’re open, right?” She continued, her voice a hundred times lighter than the thoughts in her head had been, only moments ago.

“Well, I could open now… but, you know. Then I’d have to charge ya.”

Reilly rolled her eyes good-naturedly at that, and finally, felt calm enough to lay her head down and rest. Lone’s chest was warm beneath her cheek, and as she began to drift away, still, she felt his hands drawing sweet circles over her skin.

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