#butch deloria x male lone

[velvet-verve]

MASTER FIC LIST

{ in alphabetical order cause i'm sexy like that }

pssst. green means active!

Blue Moon

deacon x male sole survivor

Deacon is a man who has lived through so many ends of the world. At least a handful, surely. He's gotten used to anticipating them. Timing them out, even. Then, he meets a man who has lived through a couple of atom bombs, and he feels an itch to check his watch. And it takes that man disappearing in a sci-fi bug zapper for shit to actually start to happen between the two of them. What a couple of stubborn pricks.

Cat Scratch Fever

butch deloria x female lone wanderer

Butch Deloria had always had bum luck. A little troubled, a little snarky, and quite possibly doomed. Everybody knew it. Janie Weissman had always been a little out there. A little temperamental, a little odd, and quite possibly suffering from a minor chemical imbalance. Everybody knew that, too. What the people of Vault 101 don't know, however, is that's just the shavings off the top of a very large iceberg. In a Vault that seems to shrink with every passing year, two restless spirits find they're more similar than they ever gave each other credit for. But will that newfound connection, the one that made underground life bearable, survive when a crack is found in the thick walls of Vault 101?

Dogfight; Mk II

deacon x female sole survivor

A woman out of time. A man out of options. And their story told out of order. Deacon has lots of rules. Rules, not to live by, but simply to stay alive by. Rule Number Twenty-Six: Never break character. Rule Number Five: No leather pants in the summertime. Rule Number Nineteen: If it's gone green, you must intervene. Rule Number Two: Never underestimate the enemy. And finally, Rule Number One. Never let your guard down. But in the end, aren't all rules doomed to be broken? It's ironic, really. All that pining over Vault 111, and when the Morningstar emerges, she seems intent on burning herself out.

Fugue State

rj maccready x sole survivor

Miriam Braxster. That's what it said on her driver's license. That's how conductors introduced her. It's a name she'd hoped one day would be printed on a brass plaque on a door in some prestigious conservatory. And it's what it said on the very top of sheet music the world didn't even get to listen to before it destroyed itself. Mac's pretty sure the only place Robert Joseph MacCready has ever been written down is on the note tucked into the basket his parents left him in.

Strange Fruit

noir! rj maccready x sole survivor

Boston. 2080. A city with as many shady secrets as it can hold, and maybe even a few more. The wealth gap keeps widening, crime isn't cleaning itself up anytime soon, and dark conspiracies run through banned papers in underground speakeasies. As if the threat of the Chinese atom bomb isn't enough. A stray comes in from the rain, and R.J. MacCready is sucked into a twisting, sordid mystery that sinks to the depths of Boston's most well kept secrets, all centered around the last girl you'd ever expect to have so many monsters in her closet. But, as Nick Valentine likes to say, one should always expect the unexpected. And looks can be very, very deceiving.

Solace, Part I: Ask Me No Questions, I'll Tell You No Lies

deacon x female sole survivor

Two souls marred by grief. She is a public figure. To the Commonwealth; a symbol of freedom, of resistance and strength. A prewar savior. An image He painted. He is a faceless, nameless man. A spy for an underground militant organization hanging on by a thread. A shadow of his former self. Their connection cannot be denied, even as subterfuge and paranoia runs rampant. They both have enough secrets to drown in. And they're struggling not to fall for each other.

Unobtainium

rj maccready x female sole survivor

It's often been said that R.J. MacCready has a bad attitude. He owns it. He flaunts it, at times. But when the Minutemen's growing influence leads to an encounter with General Preston Garvey himself, he's introduced to a woman who might give him a run for his money. Because Sabrina Minor, Doctor Sabrina Minor that is, is also famous for a very bad attitude. She's brilliant, and she's a pain in the ass. And unfortunately, she's about to become MacCready's problem.

[libertybri]

I love love love your Butch oneshots! They're awesome! (Your writing in general is awesome). Could you write a Butch oneshot with Lone (he/him) and Butch outside the vault, Butch getting hurt and Lone freaking out but doing his best to help? While Lone thinks Butch is asleep, resting from his injuries, Lone confesses how he feels to Butch and Butch is a little smug but says he feels the same.

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author’s note; thanks anon, you’re so kind! hope you enjoy!! <3

mini title: “compromise”

pairing; Butch x m!Lone

warnings: none

word count; 521

tldr; Butch gets hurt and Lone confesses his attraction when he thinks he is asleep, but Butch hears him and reciprocates

Though Butch now lays peacefully sleeping in the infirmary of Rivet City, Lone can’t help but to stress himself with the thought of the earlier events that caused his injury. Butch wasn’t the greatest fighter in the wastes, Lone noted that almost immediately. He especially loved to trash talk in quite possibly the worst moments of a gun fight, which inevitably lands him with a bullet graze on the neck and an irritated friend at his side.

Lone narrows his eyes at the unconscious man before him and shakes his head. “You’re so stupid. Can’t wait for you to wake up so I can just tell you how damn stupid you are again.”

Butch stirs lightly in his sleep at hearing Lone’s voice but doesn’t move as if he was awoken. Lone knew he would be okay after this but it only left him to wonder how soon Butch’s next injury would happen. The younger man leans back in his bedside chair and drags his sight away from his pitiful friend with a roll of his eyes.

“You know, you think you’re being courageous, or witty. Hell, I don’t know what you’re thinking when you do stupid stuff. But you clearly don’t know what it does to me.” Lone gripes mostly to himself, but speaks as if Butch could hear his rant. “Never thought I would grow to care so much about what happens to you, but now it’s all I can seem to think about. You’re all I can seem to think about. Damn it.”

Lone sighs deeply and stands up from his chair, scooting it back a few inches and creating a loud miserable squeal against the metal floor. He finally turns his attention back to Butch who now lays awake with a smug grin among his face. “Did I wake you?” Lone asks hesitantly, wondering how long he had actually been awake.

“You mean from the chair or your blabbering about how much you love me?” Butch chuckles as Lone’s face grows a deep shade of red.

“I never said that.” Lone defends himself quickly, feigning a timid persona now that he was personally confronted with these feelings.

“You didn’t have to.” Butch retorts, “But hey, maybe love is a bit of a step too far. I’m fine with takin’ things nice and slow, baby.”

“You’re such an ass.” Lone can’t help but to smile as they pick at each other. He instinctively moves in closer to Butch’s side and freezes as the other man takes his hand gently.

Butch sits up and meets Lone’s curious eyes as he moves his legs to the side and motions for Lone to join him on the infirmary bed. “C’mon, I won’t bite. Heh, unless ya want me to.” Butch teases as Lone situates himself comfortably across from him. “I’ll try and stop doin’ stupid things on one condition.”

“A compromise? Fine. What is it?”

“You gotta be mine, and to makes things fair I’ll be yours too.” Butch winks as he settles his case with Lone, receiving a chuckle from the other man and a squeeze to his hand.

“Deal.”

[radvert]

Having fun with the lighting on this sketch. Obsessed with Megaton's lights.

[strangespore]

Sweet Roll In The Wastes

Butch had it planned out, and it was going to be perfect. They both loved the sweet rolls Old Lady Palmer made, and homemade gifts were the shit. It took Butch a bit of time before he could ‘acquire’ the recipe, because what could be a better gift than a sweet roll made by his boyfriend for Coyote's 19th birthday. Butch got help from his boys, Wally, and Paul, they didn’t know what it was for, but they didn’t need to.

Once he ‘acquired’ the recipe, all he had to do was lift the ingredients, but then that fucker James had to go and fuck it up, ruining his plans and his relationship by leaving. If Coyote didn’t leave, he'd be dead, just like Palmer's grandson Jones, it pissed Butch off knowing that he couldn't follow him out, but with James gone, no one could look after his Ma, and the roaches did a number on her.

“Hey, I know it isn’t much, but I want you to have my tunnel snake's jacket. Go ahead, take it.” Butch was already pulled off his jacket, wrapping it around Coyote's shoulders. They shared a tender moment, foreheads touching and a kiss. That was the last conversation they had, and just like that Coyote was gone, and the overseer did his best to erase Coyote and his dad like they never lived in the vault.

Now the only thing Butch had to remember Coyotes by was the recipe and memories, all Coyote had to remember him was his jacket. Who knew when they'd see each other again, Coyote could be dead, and Butch wouldn't even know.

It was instantaneous what the overseer did, bring down martial law to control the vault. It was hell for everyone, Amata, more so since Coyote wasn’t there to fend off Butch and his boys anymore. She wasn't beat, but she was isolated. No one wanted to be around her because of her dad, and Butch made sure to make her life hell.

It had been nearly five months since the martial law was put into action, and somehow Amata was able to get a message out to Coyote. Now Amata was good for one thing in Butch's eyes, and that was getting Coyote back if he was even alive. It was a stressful week, waiting to see if Coyote would even show. The majority of the teens, and the few adults that had liked Coyote and his dad, were told about the broadcast in secret.

Butch nearly wept when he saw the Coyote was still alive, it was like a weight was uplifted from his shoulder. Amata swooped down like a bird of prey on Coyote, using guilt from their once friendship and false promises to get him to pick up her mess of a father and the martial law that hung over the vault. As bittersweet as it was, this gave Butch a chance to be with Coyote again, and man was Coyote, the same nosebleed Butch fell for even after facing whatever the outside threw at him.

“Hey Nosebleed, I gotta talk to ya’.” Butch was smug as he sauntered over to Coyote, throwing an arm over his shoulder. Butch didn't have to talk his way into travelling with Coyote. After Butch gave his speech, Coyote just looked at Butch, brushing his scarred hand against Butch’s, and together they left the vault.

Like it was originally supposed to happen, and Butch couldn't have been happier. A smug grin graced his lips as he waved goodbye to the gang members with the promise to make the Tunnel Snakes a true and proper gang.

(**Transition**)

As the pair travelled away from the vault and to Rivet City, Coyote hadn’t told Butch where they were going.

“Where we headin’, Nosebleed?” The tunnel snake asked between his sips of Nuka-Cola, Coyote next to him, his arm slung over the bench the pair were sitting on.

“Rivet City.”

“Why there?”

“You’ll like it, trust me Butchy.” Coyote had a teasing grin on his face as he swooped in for a chaste peck.

Butch found out quickly that the wasteland was a dangerous place for anyone to travel, and that wasn’t including the mercenaries that were after Coyote. He was a goodie-two-shoes at times. Not that Butch cared, he was on cloud nine, not only did he leave the vault, but he was with Coyote. The pair shared small touches, just the littlest of things, a hand on the shoulder when they were crouching, Coyote being closer than necessary to whisper in his ear about dangers. Coyotes hand brushing against his as they walked, or shared his pip-boy light, how they'd be sitting close to each other just close enough that their thighs or knees touched.

It wasn't the vault, but here they didn't have to hide. Butch didn't know where their relationship was heading or where it was because of the mess at the said vault that screwed everything, but Coyote still cared for Butch and Butch, he was happy, not that he’d ever admitted it to Coyote because Butch wasn’t some sap.

Soon after they had arrived at Rivet City, Coyote and Butch had purchased the only free room at the Weatherly Hotel, after much-needed bathing, Butch sighed with relief.

“Man, you have no idea how much I needed that bath,” Butch groaned out as he rubbed his sore neck. “I feel like I went three weeks without gettin’ cleaned.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll probably get used to it if you travel with me more,” Coyote said, chuckling as Butch threw a glare at him. “Come on, I’m sure you tried, and if not, I could tire you out.” He purred, before settling down in the bed. Butch quickly following suit.

Butch woke up to someone, Coyote, messing with his hair. The tunnel snake was on his side facing the other man, his head resting on Coyote's bare chest, somehow switching positions in the night.

“What time is it?”

“I think it’s around 10.” Coyote rasped as his hand trailed down the butch’s spine, causing the burnet to grumble and give his wandering hand a half-hearted shove.

Coyote had left the next morning, he woke up early in the morning, taking the time to settle and arrange some things for Butch before he even woke up his boyfriend. The younger man had bought him a few things as well, making sure the tunnel snake had some caps to last him until Coyote could return. The lone wanderer left with a promise to come back for him soon, leading Butch to hang out at The Muddy Rubber most days, drinking, and cutting hair with permission from the owner Belle, one of the things Coyote arranged for him. Butch didn't know if she just wanted the eye candy or if she knew about the relationship between the two vault dwellers. Butch didn't care, it gave him something to do, and money in his hand while he waited, not that he'd admit it, for Coyote.

A week after Coyote left, is when Butch found out about James, and he wasn't going to lie, it did hurt a bit that Coyote didn't tell him, and he had to find out through the radio host Three Dog. While Butch was drinking and not so quietly ranting about his relationship with Coyote to Belle, she was kind enough to kick him out with words of wisdom about surprising the Lone Wonderer, which gave Butch the idea about the sweet roll recipe he stole from Old Lady Palmers. He just needed the ingredients and Coyote.

It took another week before Coyote came back to Rivet City, and the first thing he did was look for Butch. Slyly brushing his hand against Butch before asking if the Tunnel Snake wanted a drink.

"Yeah sure, your pain' though." Butch scoffed as he walked to the bar, Coyote hot on his heels.

"Wouldn't have it any other way," Coyote said, voice ruff as he took a seat next to the burnet. Once they sat down and got comfortable, drinks in hand, knees knocking together.

"Hey so, I was thinking I need a couple of things, and you hot shot know the place better."

"Okay, and what exactly do you need?"

"Now, don't get ahead of yourself, I know what I need, so I should go with you. Ya 'know to make sure you don't get the wrong shit."

"Hm okay." Butch didn't know exactly what to expect, but he was smug that Coyote didn't press, clearly trusting Butch. The Tunnel Snake pushed his knee up close to the Coyote leg flush against his.

They talked about other things while they drank, eventually, the pair went to Butch's room, his arm slung over the lone wonderer's shoulder. Fingers tugging at dirty grey hair. Coyote was not as dirty as the typical traveller, but between the heat and fighting, it didn't leave him smelling like a rose.

Coyote mumbled something about a bath, leading to the pair buying a bath paying extra for it to be warm, much like he did on the first night here. Since Coyote turned on the water purifier's baths, the capital waste was slowly letting the baths and other water luxuries become a common thing that Butch took advantage of, and that wasn’t just because Coyote was dripping wet afterwards, not that he was complaining.

(**Transition**)

Once Butch was packed and ready, Coyote made a few rounds in the marketplace, buying more ammo and rations for the both of them, things that would help them get from place to place. Butch was kind of worried about how he was going to find everything though. The vault had all the ingredients the tunnel snake doubted that Old Lady Palmer could make them any other way.

The ingredients were fairly simple; three boxes of Sugar Bombs, two purified waters, three sugar and two spices. Butch just had to find them, the clear choice was just buying the ingredients he could, the water wasn’t an issue, the issue was the sugar and spices. Butch didn’t know where to begin, apart from the Super-Duper Mart, to check if they were anything left still lying around.

“You know where any Super-Duper Marts that haven’t picked clean yet?” Butch brought up as they passed the metal bridge.

“Hmm,” Coyote began pulling up his map, spending a few seconds to flip through his locations. “I know found one and that’s new Megaton, by the vault, you know if you had ment- Ow! What was that for?” Grumbling as he rubbed his now sore arm where Butch had punched him.

“If I had thought about it, then I would have said somethin’.” Butch sassed.

“I don’t think that warranted being punched though Butchy.”

“Shut up, Nosebleed,” Butch said after a moment, amusement lacing his words as Coyote nudged his arm. Sneaking in a little goose before laughing as Butch let out a little sputter.

“Hey,” Butch stuttered, ”Don’t start somethin’ you won’t finish.” Butch heckled, following after Coyote and the younger man just laughed.

(**Transition**)

It took a bit longer for the pair to reach the Super-Duper Mart, taking nearly three weeks’ worth of travel. This was because Coyote wanted to check every place he could for the ingredients. Butch thought it was odd that they hadn’t found anything yet, considering how often Coyote would scavage. This was mainly because Coyote would pocket any sugar bombs he’d find, so they’d have to search longer.

“Hey, Butch?”

“What, Nosebleed?” Butch glanced at Coyote as he was crouched over a pile of scrap.

“What’s the stuff for?”

“It’s for what’s her face at the Muddy Rubber, she’s paying me good caps to find it.” Crossing his arms over his chest, Butch tried not to fidget under the other man’s stare. “Worry about your own shit.”

“Okay okay, no need to get your panties in a twist, Babe.” Coyote threw a wink at Butch before stuffing the metal into a bag.

The lone wander and Butch shared little jabs as they walked and scavenged as the pair made it to the Super-Duper Mart, just outside of Megaton. The Mart hadn’t changed since Coyote had first stepped foot in the grocery store, maybe a few more bloodstains, and maybe that dead ant wasn’t there before, but other than that, it was the same as he’d left it, he did take a quick peek of the two Nuka-Cola machines before the pair fully went inside, but just entering the entrance. They both started off sneaking in, not knowing if raiders had remade their home here but quickly ended up in a fight when Coyote had kicked a bent can.

“Who's your daddy?” Butch yelled out at one of the raiders.

“Really Butch?”

“Oh, shut it Nosebleed.”

Though it wasn’t hard to deal with the raiders, Butch just thought it was an annoyance considering the resources they caused them to use afterwards. However, thankfully Butch and Coyote were able to find some sugar and spice. It was just enough to make what Butch wanted, though he did briefly wonder how many rads were in the little plastic container.

“Found it!” The tunnel snake shouted, waving his hand to get Coyote’s attention.

“Nice, we can head to my house in Megaton and rest up.” Coyote smiled as he walked over, pulling his hair back into a low ponytail.

“You have a house?”

“Yeah…” Coyote trailed off, scratching his head, “Didn’t I mention that?”

“No, no you didn’t.”

“Whoops must have slipped my mind. Come on, it’s only a 30-minute walk.”

Butch followed after Coyote, muttering about how they could have just fucked at his house, rolling his eyes as Coyote wiggled his eyebrows at him. The tunnel snake was a bit surprised when he first entered Megaton, the fact that there was a bomb just in the middle of town was a bit disconcerting, but he calmed down a bit when Coyote told him that the bomb was, in fact, disabled and that because he unarmed it, he got the free house and a robot butler Wadsworth. Who was kind enough to offer Butch a purified water when he entered behind the other vault dweller.

Coyote’s home was decorated decently, not something that Butch himself would pick, but it suited the love wonderer, it was pre-war themed, all he needed was a kid’s red bike, and it would have fit in with the magazines they’d found. That being said, Butch made himself very comfortable on one of the living room chairs, spreading himself out across the arms.

“You’ve been holding out on me, huh?” Butch said a bit snidely, though it was without heat.

“Not really, I was saving up for the refurbishing before I brought you here, you would have complained much like you’re doing now.” Smirking at Butch as he not so subtly pouted.

“Whatever nosebleed, show me your bedroom, so I can nap. My legs are killing me.”

“Sure, want me to join you?”

“Is that a serious question?” Butch said, before mockingly repeating Coyote’s question, before grabbing at the other clothes and tugging him to the bedroom.

(**Transition**)

Butch checked twice and then tripled checked the date to make sure that it was Coyote’s birthday in three days. The two vault dwellers spent the past few weeks just lounging together and hanging around town, and that wasn’t just because Butch complained about not spending enough time together, he made a lot of excuses to keep Coyote in town with him.

That being said, now Butch needed Coyote gone for a couple of hours, so he could bake and threaten some of the friends that Coyotes had made to help throw the party. He managed to get Moira on board. She was pretty excited, saying something about a survival guide and parties. Butch wasn’t paying attention after he got her to help, though she did send him off to scavage something which she said could take a good few hours. Leaving Butch enough time to talk to the other townies like Gob, Jericho, Lucy, and some other people Coyote talked to.

All that was left was the sweet rolls.

But Butch didn’t have the recipe anymore; he just had the vague memory of the instructions and the ingredients, and well, let’s just say the past couple of months is killer on his memory considering how much inner turmoil and guilt he internalized, as well as externalized but no one has to know-how. When Butch did get out of the vault, he took the time to write out what he remembered on half a ruined book, Butch didn’t remember any of the measurements, proper cooking times, or any of the fancy words Old Lady Palmer wrote. It would be okay, surely baking wasn’t that hard.

Butch was very wrong, baking was hard. After jerry-rigging Coyote’s oven and nearly blowing it up in the process, Butch eventually figured out how to get it to the right temperature, if the oven actually got to that temperature who knew. Moira made Butch something to mix the batter, but that really didn’t help at all, since butch didn’t remember any of the measurements, he threw in everything but the sugar and a can of purified water into a bowel, which resulted in a weirdly thick mess of batter. After he used the mixing thing, Moira made, it ended up going too fast and flung nearly all of the batter out of the bowel and onto the walls, floor and unfortunately himself in the crosshairs.

“Damn it… damn it, why isn’t this working out, man how did that old lady make it seem so easy...” Butch whined in frustration he didn’t hear the door open. The tunnel snake scooped some of the batter off of his cheek, licking it off before letting out a satisfied hum. “At least it tastes good.”

“That’s good, considering you made quite the mess,” Coyote leered as he slid up to Butch pressing his chest to the other mans back, grabbing at the tunnel snakes’ hand to lick up some of the batter. “It does taste good, but we should clean up before Wadsworth has a robotic heart attack,” Coyote smiled, “Those are serious you know.”

“Rigghhtt, what are you doing back. You’re supposed to be helping Moira.”

“I finished it early.”

“No shit, Nosebleed,” Sighing as he pushed away from Coyote. “Help me clean up before I make you do it yourself.”

“I’m hurt you’d make me do that, after all you’re the one that made the mess to begin w-“ Butch cut off Coyote with an elbow to the side, shocking Coyote more than anything. “Did you have to do that?”

“Yes! Now help me.”

(*The End*)

[maccreadysbaby]

maccreadysbaby’s link dump! ✍︎

the landfill that gets all my random wiritings! organized by fandom and/or character

frequently updated :)

FALLOUT THREE AND FOUR

Deacon ↴

MacCready ↴

deacon & maccready masterlist

Hancock ↴

monster (hancock compares himself to other companions) (TW: vague mentions of suicide)

a messy list of hancock headcanons

Preston ↴

a messy list of preston headcanons

Gage ↴

a messy list of gage headcanons

a messy list of (angsty) gage headcanons

Danse ↴

a messy list of danse headcanons

a messy list of (angsty) danse headcanons

just a hobby of mine (danse finds deacon half dead)

danse’s arc (a rant)

Companions React ↴

how easy it is to make the companions cry

soft forms of affection the male companions enjoy

nicknames romanced male fo4 companions would call their so

cait, preston and danse react to receiving a hand-made gift

who male fo4 companions would be in a high school au

my personal ranking of fo4 companions

modern job aus (male)

oc ideas!

deacon, mac, and x6 react to sole kissing them

companions react to hugs

male companions when they’re sick

ranking male companions (+ arcade and butch) taking care of an injured sole/lone/six

male companions as phobias

male companions in hallucigen inc

male companions as colors

Side Characters ↴

a messy list of carrington headcanons

kent connolly as a companion

crushing drummer boy

dating drummer boy

Butch DeLoria ↴

nosebleed? (butch’s mother dies and lone comforts him)

butch reacts to positive physical touch

butch reacts to being shouted at post-vault

BATFAM

Joker Jr. (tim has a nightmare he can’t get out of, but luckily, jason’s strangely good at grounding people)

DESTINY TWO

The Crow / Uldren Sov ↴

wayfaring stranger (a female guardian sings crow to sleep — request based on the canon quote “if the fallen captured me, who would sing crow to sleep?”)

little guardian (the guardian helps reassure crow after he fails the severance — request based on the canon quote “a lot of attitude for somebody who broke down crying last time we were here.”)

memories (crow makes the mistake of going to the tower on the anniversary of cayde’s death)

Random ↴

guardian res headcanon

guardian memory headcanon

guardian ship poll

solar sickness lore idea

the aesthetics of the subclasses

solar sickness lore idea (extra info)

CALL OF DUTY GHOSTS AND MODERN WARFARE

Hesh Walker ↴

i don’t want to die without him (hesh is dying and he doesn’t wanna go without logan) (this is part of a double whammy post with a soap mactavish x reader at the end. ignore it or read it, too!) (TW: injury, blood & gore)

Logan Walker ↴

logan x single mother!reader masterlist

Soap MacTavish ↴

feelings police (soap is a mess after ghost gets hurt and the feelings police is actually there to help)

deacon’s protégé (soap makes a nerdy recruit blush) (this is on a double whammy post with a hesh x reader at the beginning. scroll until you see the bright blue deacon’s protege title.)

we’re okay (soap has a breakdown after a long hard mission)

annoyance (soap and a medic get in a fight that ends in something more surprising than anger) (fluffy! smutty if you squint!)

That’s all for now, folks! ✨

[geigercounters]

          ❝ ── Yeah, because that's how Snakes fight! Right up in your face, with fangs and... knives and stuff ! ❞

     ── 𝗜 think i just saw BUTCH DELORIA ( he/him, cis male )! don’t you know them? they’re a canon character from fallout. have you heard that they remember some things from their previous life? apparently they appeared here in March 2019 just after getting caught in an explosion protecting the Lone Wanderer. crazy, isn’t it? now they’re 20 years old and working as a HAIR-STYLIST. still, they do have well-worn leather jacket, hiding vodka in a water bottle, breaking curfew, writing obscene messages in the bathroom stalls & jerk with a heart of gold vibe about them.

> NOTE: all surveillance recorded in the C.O.’s office is scheduled to be destroyed pending examination and approval by a senior staff member - by order of XXXXXXX > NOTE: approved by XXXXXX

OBTAINED TAPE: BUTCH DELORIA; self-proclaimed “SERPENT KING OF THE TUNNEL SNAKES” [ SALLOW HILLS; MAY XX, 2019 ]

【 ❝ Alright, we'll start off with a few simple questions. Can you tell me your name? ❞ 】

Butch.

【 ❝ ..... ❞ 】

.....

【 ❝ ...You're full name. Full legal name. ❞ 】

[ An over exaggerated sigh is heard, followed by a few seconds of silence. Finally, as if done deliberating what the pros & cons of being purposely irksome would bring onto the table, the young man answers. ] Butch DeLoria.

【 ❝ Alright, Butch! Where are you from? ❞ 】

Here. Kinda. I dunno.... my Washington looks kinda different. Shit's wrecked to hell & back. The lack of radiation though? I dig that. Just not used to grass & ... /that/.

【 ❝ ...That? What are you referring to when you say 'that'..? ❞ 】

The sky. It's big. It's blue. Neverending. Freaks me out, man. I mean, I've seen the sky before. Even in my home, ya know? But it doesn't sit right with me. Don't know why.

【 ❝ Well, memory loss is common amongst many who come here. You've discussed having experienced this yourself. Maybe that Casadastraphobia stems from something you don't remember. What is the last major memory you can detail? ❞ 】

Casadasasara.... what the fuck? I don't speak Italian. [ He muses over the question for a few seconds... before his face actually drops to something closely resembling melancholy, an expression so rarely seen on him. ] ...Me & a... friend got caught in a scuffle with some punks. There was a fragmentation grenade, I pushed them outta the way, the loser fell into a ditch, I didn't make it in time & then Boom. [ He blows a rather long raspberry, only stopping once the interviewer clears their throat. ]

【 ❝ That wasn't Ita-... Right. Well. Getting back to what we were talking about, I've heard you've found a new job here in Sallow Hills. & as a hair stylist no less! Have you been- ❞ 】

[ The interviewer gasps as they're loudly interrupted by the sound of a chair scraping against the floor. At this point, it's best to presume Butch has pushed himself off from his seating & is now standing directly in front of the interviewer's desk. ] Whoa, whoa, whoooa! What are you, kookie?? Hair Stylist? Man, I ain't no hair stylist. I'm a barber. There's a DIFFERENCE. You got me? You don’t go around calling EVERY doctor a surgeon. There’s a CASTE system to this babe, & I’m at the top. You dig?

【 ❝ ...Uh. Yes? ❞ 】

Right-o. I’ll let it slide this time. [ He sits back down, arms crossed, & looking quite pleased with himself. Despite the fact that he is very much still a hairstylist & that any difference between being that & a barber are fundamentally minuscule in the grand scheme of things.  ]

【 ❝ ..What was the strangest thing you had seen before arriving here? ❞

.... This guy. Named Gary, right? Except there's a ton of him. & all they keep doing is repeating their name. & tryin' to stab me. 

【 ❝ And all they could say was Gary? ❞ 】

Get with the program, nosebleed. Isn't that what I just said? Their names are Gary, that’s all they can say, & they like to attack & kill.

【 ❝ Just confirming! It's certainly very surreal, even amongst the other responses we've gotten to that question. & believe me! We’ve gotten very... interesting responses. What traits would your friends give to you? ❞ 】

Uh... [ This question certainly seems to strike a nerve, considering how uncomfortable he looks all of a sudden. The interviewer quickly jots down a note, something Butch quickly takes note of. ] Cool.... smart... bad... you know, I'm me. The Butch-man. [ Very vague answer. He can count on one hand how many friends he's actually got. ]

【 ❝ Okay Butch, is there anything else you'd like to say before we conclude this interview? ❞ 】

Yeah, where the hell do I go for a drink around here? Being sober & dealing with this really sucks.

[ CLICK! ] "Born on December 27, 2257, Butch is Vault 101’s resident bully and Serpent King of the Tunnel Snakes (i.e. leader). Butch masks his fear and sense of inadequacy about not having a father and having an alcoholic mother by being boorish and overbearing. Masking his shortfalls has stunted his secret desire to become a hairdresser. Carrying his switchblade nicknamed "Butch's Toothpick", he is usually found alongside his lackeys Wally Mack and Paul Hannon, harassing other students. Some of his peers, among them Amata Almodovar, view Butch as a loser destined to become a garbage burner." ( X )

[libertybri]

Any headcanons of Butch from Fo3 romantically with a guy!Lone?

Omg I have so many!! Butch is honestly such a complex character to Lone and I love it more than anything. So I’m writing this in categories building up to his completely romanced!relationship with m!Lone. This is probably much more than asked for, but I kind of go nuts when it’s anything Butch related so I hope this is somewhat enjoyable!

PINING

Once Butch is aware of his own feelings for m!Lone, he doesn’t make an effort to hide them

He will constantly compliment the other man, sending loads of affection his way and all types of flirtatious comments

He does so in a way that could be picked up as humorous from Lone, so if the feelings weren’t reciprocated, he couldn’t be able to humiliate himself by doing this

However, if he even notices a faint blush on Lone’s cheeks as he’s comments on his muscles or winking at him, he is going to go all in until a confession slips out from either of them

Butch loves offering to cut or style his hair, generally enjoying being so close to Lone and being able to touch him

To be able to do this so often he will make comments towards Lone like, “when’re you going to let me get ahold of that rat’s nest on your head” or “bout time you got a haircut from your ole pal Butch, yeah?” knowing Lone won’t refuse him

When traveling he will make comments about Lone’s appearance, complimenting him and admiring his sun-kissed, sweat beaded skin

Butch will always try to stay close to Lone, and if told to hang back will mock him or complain loudly until Lone gave in and let him trail closely behind

“I knew ya couldn’t resist me”

ESTABLISHING A RELATIONSHIP

Butch would be the first to confess of course, while the thought of actually getting into a relationship with Lone scares him

This sets him off a bit and requires Lone to tell him ultimately the two of them would be just fine together

Butch doesn’t argue with that logic and finds comfort in calling Lone his boyfriend; it helps when people try to skip out on paying for a haircut and all he has to do is say the Wanderer is his beloved, always makes them pay right then and there

FIRST “I LOVE YOU”/REALIZING HE’S IN LOVE

Contrary to popular belief, Butch would actually be such a sap once he’s smitten for Lone and would definitely blurt out the first “I love you”, it doesn’t take him long either

It would be completely random, either out when they’re traveling or while they’re sharing a drink; Butch would admire his lover with a stupid grin and blurt out how much he loves him and is happy the two could be together

Like I said, sap

BEING ROMANTICALLY INVOLVED

He is all for PDA and showing people that he is the boyfriend of Lone and vice versa; consistently having his arm thrown around Lone’s waist or blatantly flirting with him in front of random people

He seeks comfort and reassurance in Lone, knowing he hasn’t always been the best towards him so he feels as if he always has something to prove now

He loves cuddling Lone more than anything and is 100% the small spoon

Butch doesn’t even realize when he goes on minor rants about their future together/marriage, losing himself in the moment before he even realizes what he’s talking about

The only thing he finds difficult about being in a relationship with Lone, is that he is the Wanderer after all, and will always be up to some dangerous task that always keeps Butch up at night worrying for his safety

That being said, Butch is the type to scold his boyfriend for doing stupid things that could get himself killed and will definitely call him out for being somewhat selfish in doing these things, but it’s only because he cares for him more than anything

And lastly, Butch would only ever have eyes for his beloved Lone, seemingly having been in love with him before the two ever left the vault in the first place

[radvert]

🛒🔥

(The trolley soon knocked over a fire barrel)