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~Vinnie and Vonnie~
A commissioned piece by @maelacri for myself and @radioactive-synth
"The boys have always been close, just ask Libby. I'm glad my boy got to grow up with his cousin. I'd always hoped to give Vinnie a sibling but that...ahh..that never happened. Anyway, just look at these two. A beaut of a portrait, ain't it?"
- Michael Hudson, Vin's Pop, Vaughn's uncle
~Vin & Aunt Libby~
Vincent was fortunate to be eventually reunited with Olivia 'Libby' Zander, Vaughn's mother and Vincent's aunt, now a ghoul. She was always a like a mother to him, filling in the void his own mother created (even before she left his Pop for her boss).
@radioactive-synth aka 'Blue' (for real, pre-Fallout 4!), to whom the OCs Vaughn and Libby belong, had this conversation that I just had to share:
Me: "I can just imagine my big, muscular, armoured, intimidating man suddenly going all submissive and shame-faced when Libby tells him off. I bet she's grabbed the bottle out of his hand on occassion! He gives her puppy eyes, to no avail."
Blue: "Vin, at the bar with the other recruits: "Sorry guys, just Nuka Cola, my aunt wont let me drink."
Olivia, at the other end of the bar: *waves at them*
Me: *smirking*
Blue: Olivia, while smoking the 4th cig in the same hour: "Darling, stop smoking that poison, you don't wanna cough up your lungs in your 50's."
Vin: *coughs a bit*
Olivia, on the other side of the settlement: "ITS CAUSE OF THOSE F*CKIN CIGS!"
Me: *LMAO*
Pre-war, Olivia never used to swear. She and Mac (who she knew as a child - caravanners travel) have done a complete potty-mouth role reversal!
Youth (Back to Back)
Sheriff Eagle and Sheriff Hawk eyed each other down the dusty street. Their irons were strapped to their hips, hands hovering above like vultures over a kill.
"They said you were dead, Eagle."
"Well I'm no ghost, Hawk. Livin' an' breathin' an' come back to reclaim my town."
"It ain't yours no more, Eagle an' this town ain't big enough for the both of us."
"Rumour has it you saved Black Mulligan's life. He went on to kill the Blacksmith. I have proof."
"Yeah, well, um…you…you didn't return all the stolen money to the bank like you said you did! Liar!"
"Looks like we're gonna have to settle this with a duel then, Hawk. Back to back. Ten paces."
"But Vinnie, I'm gonna bump into the treehouse again!"
"Alright, make it eight. Now get back in character!"
The two boys stood back to back in the cramped space between Vincent's apartment block and the building behind the café. Vinnie was almost eleven, Vaughn his cousin was eight. They counted out their steps, swivelled and fired their cap guns.
BANG!BANG!
Vinnie looked up to the fire escape where his Pop was watching…and listening.
"Who won that time, Poppa?"
Michael Hudson grinned. "You're both gonners," he said, coming down the stairs to steal Vinnie's cowboy hat and balance it on his larger head. "That was si-mul-taneous, pardners. Looks like I'm the new Sheriff in these here parts. Call me… Sheriff Crow! Squaaawwk! Hehe. Come on boys, dinner time."
Young Vaughn Zander (Vonnie) is @radioactive-synth 's Fallout 4 OC, young Vincent Nathaniel Hudson (Vinnie) is mine. Thanks, Blue for the game idea!
Bachelor Party
A One-Off Prequel starring Vincent 'Nate' Hudson and Vaughn Zander, co-written by the lovely @radioactive-synth Roleplay co-writing is so much fun!
It was August, 2067. China had invaded Alaska just the year before and Vin knew that his nuptial leave would be over all too soon. He and Nora were to be wed in September, so his loving cousin threw a bachelor party in late August.
Vaughn had persuaded Sparks to host the party. He had a lovely house on the edge of a Boston suburb, lived alone and most importantly, had a garden. He'd told Vaughn that he owned a barbecue but when Vaughn arrived first, he found it was still in its box, unassembled…
Continue reading here
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5. Sonder (Outfit Swap)
After the Great War, Libby couldn't settle. She lived life as a caravanner and when Vincent met her again, he offered her a home in Sanctuary, which she refused.
Between Vin and Mac, after their wedding, they had persuaded her to at least stay in the Commonwealth and join the Minutemen Provisioners. Now, she had a regular route, got to stay at Sanctuary with her family for as long as she was comfortable and Vin would always know where to find her when he needed her.
He dressed quickly and unlocked his personal safe, looking for something special to give his aunt as a gift. After discarding a locket, a good quality fountain pen and a compact automatic pistol, his hand landed on an object, wrapped in clean but tattered rags.
"Perfect."
Read the full chapter here in: Pic 'N' Fics on Ao3
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7. Pre- & Post-Game Life (Upside-Down)
"Relative Realities"
Written by @radioactive-synth and @theartofblossoming
The early morning mist was starting to lift and the sun was just peeking over the ridge on his left, making the Red Rocket statue on the roof glow as if it were about to take off. Not one but three provisioners and their loaded brahmin were taking up the entire road, headed to Sanctuary.
He decided to leap up the hilly verge to the right, preoccupied with trying to remember if he'd left the part he needed at the Red Rocket workshop and hoping he'd find it there. He didn't notice the oddly enlarged, luminescent irradiated thistle, a bulbous growth lurking at its heart. He would have walked straight past it but his pet barrelled into him. His foot caught on the stem, the bulb burst open and emitted a cloud of particles. He drew a surprised breath, dragging the irridescent motes into his lungs and passed out.
* * *
When he came to, there was a man on the ground beside him.
Vaughn heard someone coughing close to him. When his vision finally cleared, he couldn't believe who he was seeing. Big shoulders, auburn hair, moustache in the shape of a horseshoe, all belonging to someone he knew so well.
He opened his mouth but no sound came from it. He felt his emotions overcome him when he heard the man speak.
* * *
Vin's head felt strange, sore where it had hit the ground but not really painful. He remembered his feet getting tangled in plant stems and dog body.
"Dogmeat!" he tried to yell. It came out as a coughing fit, then he remembered breathing something in. Pollen? His eyes felt sticky and reluctant to open.
As Vincent pulled himself up he became aware of a man laying nearby. He cleared his throat. "Hey, sorry buddy, you okay?"
Read the entire one-off here on Ao3!
was there any moments when you felt jealous over your cousin for something? have you hurt him or his feeling by mistake?
Now, look, I may have green eyes but I'm not the jealous type. The only thing that comes close was wishing that my Aunt Olivia had been my mom instead of that... that nameless wh..
("Hey, whoa there cowboy! Sorry, friend, my hubby here gets a bit wound up over his mother. She left 'em, you see. I mean, so did mine but I got dumped as a rugrat, never knew her growing up. Vin got to know his. He does get jealous, y'know. When Piper flirts with me. Oh I know she likes to make people think she hates my guts...)
What were you sayin'?
(Nothing, Vin. Our friend had another question, yeah?)
Sorry. Um... did I ever hurt Vaughn? Not intentionally. Looking back, though, I suspect he fell in love with Nora 'bout when I did but she fell for me first and though he never tried to get between us, I think that stung.
were you same age as him? how you usually celebrated birthdays and other stuff like christmas?
No, he was almost three years younger but always the mature one, outta the two of us.
Celebrate? The usual. Food, drink. More food. We could both navigate our way 'round a kitchen pretty well. When he was old enough, I'd take him to bars. Not often and never when big parties like New Years were happening. He got real uncomfortable in big crowds. No, we'd head to these tiny little back alley bars. I knew I'd heard the name Bobrov before. We used to go to their great, great etc grandpappy Nicolai's bar. Valentine knew it, too. Terrible rocketfuel. Good beer.
Birthdays, we'd bake each other chocolate cake and try to outdo each other. It was hard enough to find back then, real chocolate. I'd sneak back a bar or two of unsweetened chocolate from my army rations sometimes. These days it's nigh on impossible. Dangit, I miss chocolate cake.
