#falloutfebruary from @falloutfandomeventhub with Raul for the prompt improvised weapons
Set in a larger The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly/ FNV crossover, but all my prompt fills will be standalone and you don’t need to have watched the movie.
→ are there ghosts in your chest?: 1.6k, rated G.
Summary: Courier Six has been awake for less than a week and she’s already made a new friend.
Additional tags: Howard Hughes blues, toasters, grief, radio, friendly banter.
A sample:
“Already months late, and now I don’t even know if this’ll be enough caps to get into the Strip.”
“What’s a girl like you going to a place like that for?”
She strapped a machete to her thigh. “The package I was supposed to deliver was for a Mr House.”
“The Mr House?”
“Do you know him? Does he seem like the kind of guy to shoot a messenger?”
#falloutfebruary from @falloutfandomeventhub with everyone’s favorite Veronica for the prompt caravans and trade
Set in a larger The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly/ FNV crossover, but all my prompt fills will be standalone and you don’t need to have watched the movie.
→weapon of choice: 1.3k, rated T for a brief mention of canon-typical violence.
Summary: wherein Courier Six tries to fix the price of salt.
Additional tags: canon-typical violence, flirting through violence, salt trade, bodice ripping, capitalism, not the mob but not NOT the mob?
A sample:
Six remembered three things from her old life a week after waking up. One, half of the plot of the last romance novel she read, but not the title or the author or the cover. Two, a news brief about a spectacularly dumb grift that had finally blown up in two outlaws’ faces somewhere on the Big Circle. Three, men and other people in general were okay but girls, specifically this girl in front of her, a stocky brunette with a power fist and a power stance, were where it’s at.
Maybe it was the rads from rescuing Raul off Black Mountain. Maybe it was shoving her battered body across a desert- she was fairly certain she used to be able to walk faster. Maybe it was shock settling in from almost dying, flat on her back on the desert floor in sight of New Vegas. Maybe it was something deep in her bones, from before she got shot. Whatever combination of reasons it was didn’t matter. Veronica, terrible hood splattered with bits of a centurion’s face, was the most beautiful person she’d ever seen.
kickin off #falloutfebruary with arcade for the prompt radiation
Set in a larger The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly/ FNV crossover, but all my prompt fills will be standalone and you don't need to have watched the movie.
→ preventative measures, signs & symptoms: 1.2k, rated T for bad jokes
Summary: Courier Six tries and fails to distract Arcade from a recent breakup while trying to get the Lucky 38′s reactor fixed.
A sample:
“You...good?”
“Well. I didn’t expect a morality discussion from you of all people, but sure, what’s up?”
“Just a monthly checkup on all my inter-employee relationships,” she said, and took an ostentatious sip of sarsaparilla.
“Hold up, if I’m an employee when do I get paid?”
“This is a terrible hold up. All I have to offer is the pleasure of my company.”
Arcade slid down further in a folding chair. “It’s better than some other company I’ve had lately.”
#falloutfebruary from @falloutfandomeventhub with Boone for the prompt ruin
Set in a larger The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly/ FNV crossover, but all my prompt fills will be standalone and you don’t need to have watched the movie.
→ another dreamless night, you’re not by my side: 900 words, rated M for Missile Launcher
Summary: Cleanup at Cottonwood Cove.
Additional tags: fridged wife, the heterosexuals at it again, gleeful murder of Legion, dogs.
A sample:
The victim of a failed doubletap drifted into Novac in the detached way gunslingers did- although, were you classified as a gunslinger anymore if you carried a missile launcher? She made the rounds into the hotel, up into the sniper nest to talk to Manny, out into the shelter of the Petro-Chico overhang to talk to the traders, ambling down the one street to chat to No-Bark and the doc, finally ending up next to him at the dinner table, like it was chance that blew her there.
#falloutfebruary with Cass and ED-E for the prompt wasteland recipes
also #femslashfebruary with Courier Six and Christine and Veronica.
Set in a larger The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly/ FNV crossover, but all my prompt fills will be standalone and you don’t need to have watched the movie.
→ indifference and disinterest in what the critics say: 1.8k, rated T for alcohol
Summary: Cass goes on local public radio and talks about moonshine.
Additional tags: just so much alcohol, radio interview, investigative journalism, empires, monopolies, Old World Blues.
A sample:
Cass finally looked up from the Mojave Outpost bartop to the women and their floaty robot. She had in fact seen the satellite crash, but there was almost certainly no booze there. “You got quite a parade going already.”
“Keeps the geckos off.” Veronica said, very seriously.
#falloutfebruary with Lily and Rex for the prompt different era aesthetic
also #femslashfebruary with Courier Six and Veronica and an off-screen Christine.
Set in a larger The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly/ FNV crossover, but all my prompt fills will be standalone and you don’t need to have watched the movie.
→ half remembered rumors of the old: 2.7k, rated M for offscreen comfort sex and unethical science.
Additional tags: Teddy Roosevelt 1900s lodge, comfort sex, femslash feb, dementia, unethical science, a dog dies offscreen, mention of dogs as a source of protein. No specific gory details are given re: dogs.
A sample:
Wrangling three unhappy dogs among two people was only possible because they were all very old.
Their small parade attracted some attention. The only dogs that stayed leashed in the city were lean jackalope hounds, anxious and flighty in the loud stench, preferring to roam a half-mile or more ahead to flush out prey in the flats between Black Mountain and New Vegas. Other dogs- the self-important little ratting terriers, the brahmin herders, the big carting dogs that carried small-time scavvers’ and traders’ supplies, the tiny hairless things that alerted shopkeepers to customers- if they didn’t do their jobs well and stuck close to their owners, they found themselves in stewpots.
#falloutfebruary with Christine Royce for the prompt aftermath
also #femslashfebruary with Courier Six and Christine and an off-screen Veronica.
Set in a larger The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly/ FNV crossover, but all my prompt fills will be standalone and you don’t need to have watched the movie.
→ begin again (in the night): 3.4k, rated E for canon-typical violence in the Dead Money DLC.
Additional tags: aftermath of a hostage situation and a character dealing with medical abuse, fade to black comfort sex/holy shit we're alive sex, regular flavor hurt/comfort, canon-typical violence, self-righteousness, battle couple, leaving a group that was very bad for you.
A sample:
Around a mouthful of two hundred year old pasta, Six said, “We can all start over. There’s thirty-seven gold bars in the Vault. That’s at least two hundred thousand caps, split three ways.”
Christine put her spork down. “I’m not leaving. Someone has to watch over this place, warn people away. No one can ever go through what we did again.”
Six squinted at her. “The toxic fog and the Ghost People won’t do that for you?”
“There’s too much tech here for its own good. People will keep coming here and dying. You saw that dead scavver in the police station- his maps were all the way from the Gull Coast.”
“So we do one big sweep to get as many Ghost People as possible. We lock the front gates. We go on with our lives.”
“No. I can’t let this happen again.”
“Okay, I hear you, you’re gonna sleep on it.”
“Courier-”
“Don’t you have to report back to the Brotherhood about Elijah? Feels like they’d want something this important in person. What’d he even do to deserve one of you on his tail?”
“Classified.” Six expectantly chewed BlamCo Deluxe mac and cheese waiting for more details. “He deserved the slowest death anyone could give him.”
“Okay.” Six said, with breathtaking trust in her judgement.
