#ghoulxlucy

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I found this meme so funny when I saw it from others that I just had to recreate it with Ghoul and Lucy from Fallout!

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

chapters: 1/1 rating: Explicit, MDNI warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence additional tags: Dubious Consent, Canon-Typical Violence, PWP, it’s smut

summary:

The Ghoul is tired of saving Lucy's life whenever she decides someone needs their help. To convince her that the Wasteland will leave her bloody and bruised if she doesn't smarten up, the Ghoul decides to give her a little taste of just how cruel topside can be.

preview:

“Wanting to help people isn’t a flaw,” Lucy finally said.

He looked out into the still night and inhaled through gritted teeth. “Now that’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart. Up here, see, that’s a death sentence.”

“You’re helping me though,” Lucky pointed out quietly.

Hot rage flooded the Ghoul’s body. He hated being misinterpreted. It was the role of an actor to give a nuanced performance, sure, but if his leading role as the villain was being incorrectly read as the hero, he hadn’t done his job.

Once he was up onto his knees, he bridged the gap between them. The Ghoul slammed his hands against the truck's rear window on either side of her head. The brim of his cowboy hat blocked Lucy’s view of the nighttime sky and replaced the twinkling lights of the stars with the two burning coals of the Ghoul’s eyes.

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I'm almost me again, she's almost you

one-shot

fandom: Fallout TV Show, Cooper Howard/Lucy MacLean

rating: Explicit, 18+

warnings: It’s smut, MDNI

additional tags: Age difference, PWP, but with feelings, light roleplay

summary: Lucy wants Cooper to tell her a story.

preview:

“And what do I get outta this fucked up story time?” he asked.

Lucy considered that, her mouth stretching into a straight line as she ran through various answers in her head.

“Well,” she began, “I suppose you’d get the satisfaction of passing along your knowledge—”

Cooper snorted, “Ya ain’t sellin’ this, Vaultie.”

She glowered, which thrilled him.

“I wasn’t finished,” she complained. “I was going to say: If there was something you particularly liked, something you...missed, I could take these studies and try putting them into practice.”

“Fer research purposes,” Cooper confirmed.

“Research has practical applications.”

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In a harsh, post-apocalyptic world, charm is a rare currency – but Cooper has plenty to spare.

With a dusty cowboy hat, a crooked grin, and that unmistakable ghoul swagger, he's offering you a ride you won’t forget:

"How would you like to ride home on a real cowboy? I got a six pack of cold ones on ice and my roomie's out all night, so you can scream my name as loud as you need to, sugar."

Inspired by Kingsman: The Golden Circle — a line that fits Cooper just a little too perfectly.

Who could possibly resist?

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But I know you'll cause me grief

chapter two of four: And I cannot decipher between the thrill and the fear

rating: Mature

warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

additional tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Vomit

summary: An alternative imagining of Episodes Four and Five, where Sorrel Booker gets to Lucy before she runs into Maximus.

preview:

Lucy swallowed. She had the perfect story on the tip of her tongue. The Ghoul had barged in, demanded more than they were willing to pay, and had shot them in anger. Just tell them, and they would let her go, probably, and she could get to that fish monster before he digested any more of her bargaining chip.

The words stuck in her throat. What ya did outside, that was just ya tryin’ to clear a guilty conscious, he had told her. But it hadn’t been.

The Ghoul had looked so weak, lying there in the sand. His hand reaching out to her like she was his last shot.