#and I've had requests that were uncomfortable that I still drew for god knows why

[therealamperssand]

once again beseeching people to look at people's bios before asking for things. "art requests and commissions closed to the general public" means I will give you nothing. especially if you ask in the comments, especially on age-old posts! the least you could do is send a DM, jeez. "could you draw—" no, I couldn't.

[nightingaelic]

How about New Vegas companions react to the courier returning from Dead Money?

I've had a few people request the courier's return from the Sierra Madre, usually with some flavor of trauma attached. This one didn't have any specific sad details, so it's a little more lighthearted. Stay tuned for the heartbreaking rendition that's deeper in my inbox.

While the courier was undeniably an important figure in the Mojave that had taken shape over the past few years, it wasn't so fragile that it fell to bits if they up and disappeared for a bit. Once the courier figured this out, they took full advantage of the opportunity to high-tail it into the brush, especially when someone came complaining about a faction they had dealings with or when President Kimball sent an emissary to the Strip's caretaker. As such, only the courier's companion was anxious when their latest vanishing trick stretched out into a month-long absence, and they practically bowled them over when they once again walked in the doors of the Lucky 38.

Arcade Gannon: "Six!" Arcade yelped, grabbing at their coat, their pack, every piece of them that might give him an inkling as to why they were delayed for so long. "You're alive!"

"I am!" the courier agreed, somewhat surprised by the researcher's frantic response to their arrival. "Were you expecting something different?"

"You're alive!" Arcade repeated, before giving them a mild bonk on the head. "No word of where you were going, who you were supposed to meet, the route you took... no wonder nobody knows who you were before Benny tried to take you out, you're the absolute worst about sharing information!"

"Uncalled-for, but okay," the courier muttered, rubbing the spot where he'd thumped them. "I was in the Sierra Madre. I thought I told you I was headed out there."

"Told me?!?" Arcade put a hand to his forehead. "You wandered out one night after we talked about weird radio broadcasts we'd picked up over the years! One weapon, barely any supplies, not even a note-"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" The courier put their hands on his shoulders. "Look, I'm fine, see? No limbs missing, no new diseases or appendages, just a few more nightmares and enough gold to buy the NCR off if they come asking questions about Enclave remnants again."

"You know, not every disease you pick up is gonna announce itself, Six," Arcade said, still somewhat bitter. "But it doesn't mean you're not infecting every wastelander you come across while you're gallivanting around... wait, did you say gold?"

Craig Boone: "I thought we were a team," Boone said as he blocked the casino's entrance with his broad shoulders. "You can't keep running off on your spotter, Six."

"Boone." To the sniper's surprise, the courier dropped their travel pack and threw their arms around him. "I missed you, too."

Boone shifted uncomfortably at first, but he finally sank into the moment and gathered them in, letting go of his pent-up frustration and anxiety a little bit at a time. The silence of the casino floor settled in around them, and their relieved breathing was loud in his ear. It sounded better than anything Mr. New Vegas had played on the radio in the last month.

When the courier finally drew back, they were smiling. "I'm sorry," they said. "I know you worry. If I'd been able to come back sooner, I would've."

Boone nodded. "Something kept you?"

"More like someone." The courier made a face. "He's dead now. All is right with the world. Long story."

"Good." Boone swallowed the last of his distress and gestured at the elevator. "Tell it over a drink?"

"God, yes."

Lily Bowen: "Pumpkin!" Lily grabbed the courier before they could maneuver around her and picked them up in a loving embrace. Their belongings fell to the ground around them, but Lily didn't put the courier down until she was satisfied they were in one piece. "You worried your Grandma so," she said in a disappointed tone when she finally did.

"I'm sorry, Lily." The courier looked up at her apologetically. "I got stuck for a while. I tried to come back to you as quickly as I could."

"Oh, it's okay, dearie." Lily couldn't stay mad at her surrogate grandchild, and she smiled gently and stooped down to help them pick up their scattered supplies. "The important thing is you made it home okay. Don't you worry, Grandma has big plans for dinner, and she's kept your bed made with extra pillows, just how you like it."

"You're too good to me." The courier accepted their fallen pack from her and slung it over their shoulder again. "And you were right. I shouldn't have followed that lady on the radio."

Lily frowned. "Did she hurt you?"

"No." The courier took her hand and squeezed it. "She wasn't real. Well, she was, but she hasn't been around for a long time. Some greedy man took her place, and I had to deal with him before I could get out and shut off the broadcast."

"It sounds like quite the story, pumpkin." Lily squeezed their hand. "How about you tell Grandma the whole thing tonight over some brahmin steaks and sweet tato stew?"

"I'd love that, Lily."

Raul Alfonso Tejada: "Oye, Six," Raul said warmly, gathering them into his arms. "Cómo te va? I was about ready to write your obituary or something."

"Maybe you should've," the courier joked, wearily accepting the hug. "I could fake my own death like you're always threatening to and get the hell out of this town."

Raul clapped a hand to his forehead. "Me hieres. You'd run out on me, boss?"

"Nah." The courier smiled at him and took a step back to shake the dust off their coat. "I'm too fond of you and your stories about post-war shenanigans. I hope you don't mind, I shared a few of the best ones with some friends I made over the past few weeks. Moral support purposes, you know."

"Moral support?" Raul's eyes narrowed. "And what sorts of problemas were you stirring up this time?"

The courier grinned. "For once, I wasn't doing the stirring. I made out pretty well in the end, though. Here."

They slipped a gold bar out of their pack and tossed it to the old ghoul. Raul caught it in surprise, turned it over a few times, and finally put it to his mouth to give it a soft bite. Sure enough, it came away with the indent from his tooth on the surface. "Oro," he said, "Oro sólido? But how... No one has this much gold anymore, Six. Who did you rob?"

"That's the best part." The courier proudly held up another shining bar. "Nadie."

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: Whatever words Cass might have been bottling up to thrash the courier with, they dissolved as soon as she swept them into a crushing hug. "Goddammit, Six, I'm pleased as punch to see you alive," she said, laughing.

"Same to you," the courier replied, their cheeks flushing a bit. "Miss me?"

Cass pulled back again and punched them playfully on the arm. "Not on your life. I liked the quiet."

"You did not."

"I did!"

The two burst into giggles again and re-embraced. "Well, let's have it," Cass said once hers subsided a bit. "Did you get kidnapped by robots again, or was it that courier who's got your number?"

"Neither." The courier brushed themselves off and unshouldered the pack that had been weighing them down for days. "Well, I was kidnapped, but it was a former Brotherhood Elder with delusions of grandeur, this time."

Their pack fell to the floor with a mysterious thunk, which made Cass eye it suspiciously. "One of Veronica's kind? Anyone I'd know?"

"She'd know him, you wouldn't." The courier followed Cass' eye and squatted down to open their bag. "It can wait a bit. I brought you a souvenir."

The look on Cass' face when they withdrew a bar of solid gold was worth all the trouble it took to carry the bars home, the courier thought later.

Veronica Santangelo: "Where have you been?!?" Veronica demanded. Her inquiry was somewhat dampened by the courier's shoulder being squashed against her face. "I thought maybe you were dead, I thought maybe you were stuck in a vault somewhere, I thought the Legion had finally gotten its hands on you and I was going to have to form up a last-ditch rescue squad with the rest of your sorry band-"

"Maybe you should've," the courier replied, wincing a bit under her affections. "Could've used some support from someone who wasn't wearing an exploding prisoner collar."

"Exploding prisoner collar?" Veronica pulled back and held them at arm's length. "Have you been messing around with the Think Tank again? I told you those jar-brains are bad news, they'll rip out your spine without so much as a 'thank you,' who knows what they're-"

"Veronica." The courier put a finger to her mouth. "You know I don't do this often, but I need you to save your questions for the end. Can you promise me that?"

Veronica nodded, eyes wide. The courier ran a hand over their head and looked up at the Lucky 38's ceiling. "Ah, hell. I don't even know where to start. I met... you see, I was sort of... so that radio message I picked up a while ago, it led me to..."

"Spit it out," Veronica said eagerly. "The Sierra Madre? A raider trap? Some kook in the middle of nowhere with a grudge?"

"Kind of all three, actually," the courier grumbled. "Maybe I'm not the right person to tell you this. I left someone at the Atomic Wrangler that wanted to talk to you, let's just head over there. She's a little shy right now, given... recent history, but I don't know what explanation I'd be able to give you that she wouldn't do better."

ED-E: Amidst ED-E's deluge of excited and disappointed blats and whistles, the courier reached up to stop the little robot's movement and pulled it close. "I missed you too, ED-E," they said fondly, hugging the eyebot to their chest.

ED-E gave in and tutted a little more softly, waiting for the courier to release it. They smiled down at the bot when they pushed it skyward again, and ED-E did a little loop-de-loop in the air to display its own satisfaction with the reunion.

The courier giggled. "You were right, you know. I should've brought you along, it would've been a big help."

They sighed when ED-E gave them its usual questioning tone. "It's such a long story. The broadcast was a trap, I wound up imprisoned for a while with some... questionable characters, and I had to orchestrate an entire heist as well as walk all of them through their personal traumas before I could so much as think about escaping. Honestly, I just need to lie down for a while. For like, three days. And while I do that..."

They reached in their pocket and withdrew a worn letter, which they tucked inside ED-E's storage space. "I promised I'd deliver that to Veronica, but I'm just too tired. Mind giving it to her for me?"

Rex: The courier laughed and batted at the cyberdog's attentions, but Rex couldn't get enough of the new scents they were covered with. Desert, yes, but new desert, sand of a different composition. An acrid, acidic stench clung inside this strange desert's smell, as if laced into the very soil, and it made Rex's lip curl momentarily. There were new individuals on their clothing, too, and images sprang to the cyberdog's mind as he sniffed their coat. A tired, fear-laden woman. A man in pre-war cologne, not enough to mask his rotten skin. The addled adrenaline and dopamine of a nightkin. A man steeped in both of those scents as well, but not yet turned. Rex sniffed carefully. Not yet, or not ever, if the courier's weapons told the truth. And something else, a distinct hole in Rex's perception, but something that had made the courier sweat as they trudged home.

"Here, boy." The courier reached into their pack and withdrew a bar of solid gold. They held it out for the cyberdog to sniff, tilting it in the light of the casino's lobby. "It was real, the treasure of the Sierra Madre. I found it."

[omgviolette12]

Ten, For The Price of One Chapter 2

Previous chapter

Summary: Loki, also known as “Agent One,” is tasked to invade the life of a potential killer, who decimated multiple members from the criminal organization, Morte. Known for his silver tongue, this mission is just another walk in the park for our God of mischief, or is it?

Words: 2042

Pairing: Loki/ Original Female Character

Chapters: 2/?

A/N: Hello all, thank you for the response to the first chapter! I didn’t think it would get much interest, as I’m still new to the world of writing fanfiction. This is my second story so far, thank you for reading! 

Can also be read on my AO3 a day or several days before, HERE

Taglist: @shockwavee

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Loki woke up to the scent of burnt food, the smell wafting through the air as the morning light shone through the lace curtains. He sat up on the bed steadily, as his wound was still quite sore.

After he had conquered his target's surprisingly easy pussy, she had urged him to rest after she saw the blood seep through his bandages, and blamed herself for indulging in her ‘sinful desires’, as she called it.

Her behavior puzzled him even further when she suggested that she take the couch, while he could sleep in her room. Although they had already crossed quite a few lines, she insisted on acting the pure virgin.

In any case, he successfully completed one aspect of his mission, and took his time to examine his surroundings.

Just like the living area, her room held a warm, welcoming atmosphere. It seemed she was the girly type; the walls were a soft pastel pink, lined with white lace, and the furniture had a vintage quality to them.

She had a small vanity by the window, that held an array of brushes and other feminine products.

He noticed that the mirror for the vanity had been removed from its place, which he found a bit odd.

When he got up from the bed, the floorboards creaked loudly as he sauntered his bare body to the bathroom at the far corner of the room. When he entered, he noticed the lack of a mirror there as well, and was sorely disappointed he could not admire his reflection.

Aside from that, although the bathroom was a bit too small for his liking, it had what it should.

He finished taking a quick shower, leaving her room with just a towel hung low around his hips.

He followed the smell and...smoke that was quickly becoming thick from what he presumed to be the kitchen.

When he drew closer, he could hear a muttered conversation from the entryway.

“I know, I know.. why do you think I’m doing this?”

“You’re just being jealous. In fact, I haven’t cooked this well in a while...”

Loki’s first thought was that Nya was speaking on her phone. But when he entered the kitchen fully, she was coughing at the smoke, fanning whatever she had in the pan.

Nya looked up, startled by his sudden appearance. She eye’d him embarrassedly before speaking, “Ahm.. sorry, did I wake you? I got up a bit early to make this,” she gestured toward the table, “I salvaged what I could from the groceries I left outside, and made a bit of everything. I wasn’t sure what you liked, so..”

He looked at the table. Although everything looked a bit too...overdone, it still seemed somewhat edible. “I’m not much of a picky eater..” When he moved closer, the woman’s face visibly turned red. She appeared to finally notice his state of undress.

“T-that reminds me, I washed the shirt you were wearing yesterday. I got much of the blood out, but it’s still a bit damaged..I put it on the couch for you, alongside your other clothing.”

Loki let out a low chuckle, before quickly closing the distance between them. “Eager to have me dressed already, pet?”

Nya let out another one of her adorable ‘eeps’ when he trapped her against the kitchen counter, his arms on either side of her waist.

His fingers then proceeded to play with fabric of her shirt, lightly pinching her hip while doing so.

“In fact, with the way you milked my cock for everything it was worth last night, one would think you’d stop being so coy with me.”

Nya looked up at him open-mouthed, her eyes blinking rapidly in disbelief. “Why is it whenever you say something, you make it sound so...so dirty! Besides… I just thought you’d be uncomfortable without clothes, is all…”

She tried to awkwardly move underneath his arms to squirm away, but he kept his grip firm on her hips. He really enjoyed her discomfort, judging by the teasing smile tugging at his lips.

She looked down at his hands before speaking, “Look.. last night was the first time anyone ever...I ever went that far with someone. I...I’ve had a boyfriend before, but the most we’ve ever done is a bit of fondling...I was too scared to ever go further. But with you...I just..”

She covered her face with both hands in embarrassment, ”I just felt like I could finally take the plunge.”

As Nya spoke, she could feel the intensity of his stare. After a moment, she felt his hands tugging hers away from her face.

His expression was one of incredulity, a slight frown on his brows. “You mean to say…”

His eyes perused her body in a perverse manner, before smirking triumphantly, “I am the first one to claim your sweet, tight cunt?”

With the way she accepted his cock without much effort, he found it difficult to believe.

Nya blushed even further, “‘Uhhm, yes.. which brings me to this point,” she cleared her throat, willing herself to look him in the eyes, “since you’re the first man to ever..you know...I just thought getting to know you more would be nice..and set things in the right order. Truthfully, I wanted breakfast to be our first...um...date?”

He now looked as though he was trying to stifle a laugh, which she immediately mistook as a sign of rejection. Nya now looked hurt, and she started to push against his chest to distance herself.

“I don’t know what your intentions were for sleeping with me, but you don’t have to laugh! Believe it or not, there are steps to these things. I read that once you go on five dates with someone you like, then it was okay to finally do the dirty deed, but we-mmph!”

Loki effectively stopped her chattering with a quick, rough kiss. When he pulled back, she looked at him with a muddled expression. “You misunderstand me, woman. And who said it had to be five ‘dates’?”

He grabbed her hands that had been pushing against his chest, pulling her even closer. He then whispered huskily, “Know this--I’m not one to adhere to such rules.”

“However...” He unexpectedly let her go to lean his back against the counter, which caused Nya to let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

“To be propositioned in such an adorable way…” He laughed good-humoredly, “I suppose I could indulge your silly dating ritual.”

“Wait, so you don’t mind getting to know me and.. seeing where it leads?” She now looked giddy, her pretty, pink lips stretched into a smile.

Well, of course he didn't mind- that was his job, in the grand scheme of things.

“Do I seem like the type to fuck anything I see fit, then move on to the next conquest?”

Although Nya didn't say anything, her expression told him she believed just that. She averted her eyes nervously, and started to twiddle with a strand of her hair.

Sighing, Loki went to get dressed as she originally requested. When he came back, he watched as she set their dishes in place.

“It's the first time I've ever cooked for anyone other than myself...well, my Nan excluded,”

She placed a tar black sausage on his plate, alongside some…scrambled eggs(?) that shared a similar fate.

After she shared their portions, she stuffed a mouthful of overcooked eggs into her mouth and moaned like it was the best thing in the world. “In fact, my Nan was the one who taught me how to cook,”

Loki picked up a black sausage with his fork, staring at it hesitantly, “Where is your Nan now, if I may ask..”

“Oh...she passed, two years ago. She left me this flat, alongside the bookstore.”

He took a reluctant bite at the burnt morsel before asking another question. Despite its unfortunate appearance, it was surprisingly tolerable.

“What about your parents? I noticed that you have quite a bit of oriental features,”

Nya looked up from her food, her gaze turning pensive, ”From what my Nan told me, my mother was born and raised in England, before she moved to Japan. I was born there...but I don’t remember much about it, despite the fact that I lived there for most of my life. I don’t even remember my father, and as for my mom...just some snippets. It’s hard to describe… but it’s like there’s a huge fog over my childhood…”

Her expression increasingly grew solemn, before she perked up and quickly changed the subject. “But enough about me, how’s your injury? Does it still hurt?”

He was curious, but decided to ignore the quick change of subject. He would find out more, in due time.

“No. After all, you did such a wonderful job patching me up,”

Nya smiled, ignoring the insinuation behind his words, “That reminds me...I don’t mind you staying here..as I said yesterday. In fact, I welcome the company, now that we’re more..um, acquainted. I just don’t have any male clothing for you to wear in the meantime,”

Loki regarded her for a moment before replying, “I could go home. But even then, I can’t guarantee that it’s safe there. I’ll just buy new ones when the opportunity arises.”

“Wait, you actually have money?” It took a moment before Nya realized how strange her words sounded, “Wait-that’s not- I didn’t mean it like that..”

Loki didn't seem offended at all. Instead, he spoke teasingly, “Did you take me for a beggar all this time, darling?”

Nya laughed nervously, “No, I just assumed you were also robbed. I guess whoever is after you…” she stopped mid-sentence as if realizing something.

“I know this might be a sensitive topic… but are you involved in some sort of... illegal business? Is that why I couldn't call the police? I won't pry too much, I just want to know what I'm walking into…”

Well, she was certainly perceptive. The organization was anything but legal, while also holding extensive connections with the British authorities.

Loki narrowed his eyes at her before giving a curt reply, “Yes, and no.”

That definitely wasn’t helpful. Nya knew she wasn’t going to get much out of him, so she promptly gave up.

“Oh! Oh! I have an idea!” Her sudden excitement greatly confused Loki, who now looked at her with furrowed brows.

“Today, why don’t we go shopping for clothes together?” Nya quickly ate the un-identifiable items off her plate, “It could be our, you know, second date!”

Loki could not for the life of him understand her obsession with dates, but he could only go along with it.

After they had finished eating, Nya hurriedly went to change her outfit, while Loki waited by the apartment door.

Nya had a penchant for wearing long, floral sundresses, something he'd come to realize after months of observation.

It fit her well; the dress hung to her svelte figure nicely, all the while accentuating her small, but supple bust. When she walked, the material flowed seamlessly around her legs.

Nya hopped to him excitedly, and he watched her in amusement.

“I take it that you're ready to go?”

“Yep. Oh...wait!” Without warning, she scurried off again.

When she came back, she had a pair of shades, with white surgical mouth masks.

“ Whoever is after you might recognize you, so you have to wear a disguise.

You have...eye-catching features, so this'll have to do.”

She put on the glasses and mask on herself, before donning a reluctant Loki in the same attire.

Loki really wanted to laugh at her poor attempt at subterfuge, but decided to spare her feelings.

With each passing second, this mission was slowly becoming a joke to him. This killer, who murdered at least 20 something of their agents, is rather apt at disguises.

She laughed cheerily, “We kind of look like celebrities, don't you think?”

“ That would defeat the purpose of detracting attention upon ourselves, don't you think?”

She ignored his gibe happily, grabbing his hand before walking down the stairs to exit the store.